To Baby, Or Not To Baby

Thankfully, I am rarely asked about Corey and my baby-makin' time table. 

Whoa.  Great way to start a post, Stace.  Just jump right in there.

It's not that I don't like answering questions, the honest answer just delves deeper into our lives than most people really care to go:

"Why yes, Corey and I plan on having children, but not until we can learn how to not kill each other over which bread we buy.  There is a big difference between white and wheat, you know."

Well, it's wasteful to buy both, and wheat is soooo much better for you.

But that's beside the point.

If we can't agree on bread, how are we going to name the kid or decide which peanut butter to feed him?

I also don't think people want to know of my child related phobias:

"I would love to have a wee little one right now but what if I hold it too long and he or she is then unable to make friends in 10 years??"

That happens, right?

It doesn't help that everyone I know is having babies and sharing all kinds of less-than-glamorous stories of pregnancy and motherhood.

And by everyone I mean two of my real life friends and two bloggers I follow.  I tend to exaggerate.

Here I was thinking parenthood was like those Rice Krispies commercials and then these people come along with stories about boogers and projectile vomit and cutting areas that are not meant to be cut (please don't ask me to elaborate).

And pregnancy is, apparently, not just like carrying a basketball around under your skin.  Unless basketballs these days weigh 30 pounds, sit on your bladder and kick your ribs.

Don't even get me started on nipple confusion.  Those conversations brought on a whole new paranoia:

"So I can actually shoot milk in my kid's eye if I'm not paying attention?!?"

Yikes.

And I don't need anyone to feel sorry the unfortunate curse that has, no doubt, befallen on my mate:

"Mr. Lucas and I are waiting until we are mentally prepared for the wrath of Corey, Jr. as punishment for Corey Sr.'s maniacal behavior as a small child."

This time I do not exaggerate.

But still, the ultimate answer is yes, Lord willing, the babies will come.

I may barf for nine straight months and keep my darling child strapped to me until he or she is 18, but, so help me, I'm gonna do it.

In a few years.

Ten on Tuesday

Yes, I was noticeably absent since a very brief Friday Confessions last week.  I'm sorry to have left all three of you hanging until now.  It will never happen again.  Although, it probably will happen again...

1. What was/is your favorite live action (meaning not animated) kids movie?
Enchanted with Amy Adams and McDreamy.  It's super cheesy and princessy, but in a good way.  I wanted the "How do you know" song to be in my wedding, but I couldn't figure out how to add in the dance moves.

2. What is a bad habit you have? Are you working on breaking it?
I pick at my lip when I'm nervous, or anxious, or bored, or when I feel like it.  No plans on quitting as my lips are still very much there.  Plus, I was informed over the weekend that my lips are bigger than my sister's, and her lips are stinkin' huge so I'm hoping by picking away layer by layer I'm keeping mine from growing out of control.

Yes, I can justify every one of my bad habits.

3. Describe your father in 3 words.

• Best
• Dad
• EVER

4. Which character in the Breakfast Club were you most like in the ’80s?
I was totally Molly Ringwald's character.  Dang, I was a slutty 6-year-old.

5. Name 5 songs you know ALL the lyrics to.

1. Butterfly by Crazy Town, because the words were so fast and I had nothing better to do my freshman year of college.  Monica can attest to that.
2. Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn, because Corey plays it about a dozen times each and every time we are in the car.
3. Oscar Meyer song, because it's cute and it helps me remember how to spell Meyer.
4. Many, many Queen songs because they are my favorite band ever.
5. Yellow Submarine by The Beatles, because you can't hold the lyrics in your hand while singing at the top of your lungs and jumping up and down on the couch.  Duh.

6. Do you make pancakes from scratch or a box mix?
I prefer from scratch.  I'm one of those nuts who likes to eat things from nature.  But a certain someone I am married to prefers the easy, old faithful Bisquick.

7. What was your worst job ever? Why?
I sold advertising for a newspaper in Saratoga, The Saratogian, for five of the longest months of my life.  Not only was the paper garbage, the support staff was clueless.  I actually kept a file in my desk labeled, "Are You Kidding Me??"

8. What was your favorite class in high school?
I loved school.  I had lots of favorites and it's mainly because there were so many good teachers.  Mr. Culp did magic every Friday in Economics, Mr. Larimer let us call him Ebola Stan in AP Biology and took us to the classroom next door to sing "happy birthday" to another science teacher with our mostly dissected fetal pigs,  Mrs. Greene was the nicest woman ever.  And then there was band, which was awesome just because it was band.  (weekly band reference: check)

9. Favorite summer guilty pleasure?
Fruity cocktails on the patio.  Not my patio, I don't have one.  I don't feel guilty about it, though.  A little stupid maybe.  After three sips I get a little loopy.

10. Please share your best money saving tip!
Make yourself too busy to have time or energy to shop.  I swear by this method.  If you take one look at my wardrobe you will swear by this method too.

Friday Confessions

1.  I mentally plotted harm against a co-worker.  But in my defense, he was driving me crazy.

2.  I wake up at 6:30am on most weekend.  Not always on purpose.  This does not bother me.

3.  Yesterday I found a bag buried in a closet containing a few of our wedding response cards.  I "misplaced" them last year before I had a chance to record them.  I may or may not have used the words irresponsible and inconsiderate and "if they don't have the decency to respond they are not welcome at my wedding."  Oops.

4.  Also in the bag, my Ped Egg.  I may or may not have screamed.

5.  My collection of colored Sharpie markers were in there too.  It felt like Christmas.

6.  I am pale.  Thank you Sharon for pointing that out.

7.  I have been eating ice cream directly from the container.  Heaping spoonful here, heaping spoonful there.  Germs, everywhere.

8.  And that's all I have time for.

9.  Sorry.

10.  See you later.

Don't Mess, Or I'll Do Nothing

Happy Thursday.  Happy last day to get my junk together before I am tied up for two whole days.

Happy, indeed.

Today might be the day I lay the smack down on a certain someone who pushes me to the very edge of my tolerance threshold every single day.

First, do people still use that phrase?  Lay the smack down?

Second, no it is not Corey.

Third, yes I am just blowing smoke.  Of course I won't actually say anything because that would mean confronting this certain someone and Lord knows that is not something at which I excel.

Dang my inhibitions.

Dang 'em all.

So here I will sit.  All day.  Listening to political ranting.

Wish me luck.

Silly Randomness

I am a representative of a New York State Senator.

A real classy lady.

I do things and meet people on her behalf.

And today I am wearing a silly band.

In the shape of an elephant.

Given to me by a four-year-old.

Nothing says sophistication and maturity like a blue rubberband in the shape of an elephant.

Today is Wednesday

That means yesterday was Tuesday.  Although I was reminded several times, I still thought yesterday was today, which would make today tomorrow, which would mean today was my Friday as I have Friday off from work.

Do you follow?

Eh, it's not important.

What is important is that today is still Wednesday, and I have two days to do a whole lotta stuff before I am immersed in wedding activities.  Not mine.

I am busy, and I am stressed.  So please excuse:

1. Randomness of posts
2. Lack of restraint in posts
3. Lack of posts until my hair grows back

Thank you.

See you later.

Maybe.

Ten on Tuesday

1. If you could trade lives with another blogger for a day, who would it be and why?
Cathe Holden from Just Something I Made.  She is the best do-it-yourselfer.  I'd rummage through her craft stuff, "borrow" her ideas, then come back to my own life and make cool things out of twine, used leather, and vintage books too.

2. Do you prefer receiving handmade or store bought gifts? Be honest!
Yes, please.

3. Would you rather camp or stay in a hotel?
Both.  I love being in the woods and I don't mind peeing on nature.  But camping has to be planned.  If Corey and I were traveling down to NYC and stopped in Tarrytown for the night I would expect to pull into our favorite Marriott.  If he instead popped out a tent I would probably throw myself off the Tappan Zee Bridge.

4. What’s your favorite comfort food?
Currently, razzleberry pie.  Is it Mrs. Smith's?  Marie Calendar's?  Who cares.  It's full of my favorite berries and the buttery crust just melts in my mouth.  Corey and I easily finish off the whole thing in two nights.  That's a lotta comfort, folks.

5. You’re having a really bad day at work. How do you unwind when you come home?
Pajamas come on immediately, and socks are pulled up over pant legs.  Then I curl up on the couch with a fuzzy green blanket pulled up to my chin, turn on a crime solving show (nothing says comfort like Richard Ramirez) and wait for the above mentioned pie to come out of the oven.

6. What’s your favorite chore? (Or, the chore you hate the least)
Ooooh!  I love to vacuum.  It's fun watching the canister fill up with dirt and hair. 

Fun?  Is that really the right word?

7. What got you interested in blogging?
Reading the Cake Wrecks blog.  That Jen is hilarious and I thought, "I wanna talk about random stuff, too."  So here I am.  Talking about random stuff.  Every day.

You're welcome.

8. Are you currently reading a book? What is it?
Yes. 

Oh, you want to know what it is too?  This is more like Eleven on Tuesday... An Irish Country Doctor by Patrick Taylor.  I like it.  It's about an Irish country doctor.  Clever, eh?

9. Do you have a favorite artist?
Michelangelo.  He was the most talented, versatile, dedicated artist of all time.  Ever.  He was a painter, sculptor, architect, he even designed fortresses for Florence.  He probably made a mean eggs florentine, too, but all the biographies seem to focus more on his art.  Ppsssh.

10. Have you ever met someone famous?
I met Bobby Flay two years ago.  He was nice, and super cute.  I had to ask him if he would take a picture with my friend, Jill.  "Oh yeah, sure!" he said.  It probably helped that she was a tall blond.  Men.

I also know someone who looks exactly like Rod Stewart.  Does that count?