Why Is There Only 24 Hours In A Day?
Cause I clearly need more than that to get everything I need to get done, done.
I am still workng on my swap angelness for the Discworld swap, which is why no WIP Pics. I hope that the intendee likes what I’m going to send. I always kill myself with swap package anxiety.
After this weekend, I think I may reverse my thinking about being okay with a squirrely addition to the family. He (the squirrel) apparently really loves us, as he set about to chewing at the inside of the top step to tunnel through a la Hogan’s Heroes into our bedroom. He woke me up Friday, Saturday, and Sunday- and as cool as a squirrelly alarm clock sounds in theory the “dinosaur chewing on my roof volume” gnawing he’s doing is really getting on my last nerve. My bedroom is on the third floor, and he can be heard chewing from the first. He’s probably using a microphone. I bet if I put my ear to the step I could hear a tiny chorus of squirrelly ‘hi ho, hi ho, its off to chew I go’.
After much consideration, I think I’ve finally decided on a theme song (btw, everyone should have a theme song…I’m just sayin)
After Surviving Friday The 13th, Its Come To This…
Today was an off day- I’ll just say that from the start of this post.
Today was indeed an off day. I woke up around 5am because Beans was causing some serious havoc down in the Netherlands. For the last 2 days he’s been hanging out only on one side of the baby belly and squishing down really hard on one hip. This causes alot of issues, and for those of you who are childless or a guy its hard to understand what’s going on in there and why its not okay. Just for a second think of your own Netherlands (doesn’t matter if you are male or female) and imagine that you have just the right side pierced and adorned with a 1lb weight and you might be close to how it was feeling. Now imagine your Netherlandian 1lb piercing while doing mundane things things like walking, standing, and my favorite… washing the dishes- oh yeah, its gonna swing like a pendulum and share the hurty love all around. This is what Beans has been doing in there, you know, aside from all the jazz hands.
So, when Beans does this in the morning I tend to go downstairs and catch the remaining few destined z’s I’m supposed to be catching while not bothering everyone else upstairs. (Our stairs creak)
Then about 2 hours later everyone comes downstairs super earlier than normal. The kids have, like Superman, been rejuvenated and energized by Earth’s yellow sun and are bouncing around like mad. The Mister, quite uncharacteristically, is awake and mobile. So after a few minutes of waking up, I start on breakfast.
Breakfast was, by far, one of the easier breakfasts that one can make in the morning….
Scrambled Eggs
Microwave Bacon
Corned Beef Hash from a can (I know, it just exudes class)
Do you see the ease and simplicity of the meal? I think this morning, during its preparation, I was abducted by aliens because this meal took me two hours…… 2 hours……… to prepare. I’ve been doing self alien probe checks all day and am now pretty sure how Beans came about.
So after chowing down breakfast, TJ and I head over to Oakland to get some tests done. He has to get a blood test done, and I have to do the pregnancy glucose test. After getting on our way, as we cross the bridge I discover the easy way to get to Oakland (where the hospital I am supposed to deliver Beans is at) is now closed and detoured all to heck. After navigating the detours I arrive at my hospital.
Again, the plan was simple and easy… I park at the Women’s Hospital, chug my glucose drink (hopefully orange), walk with TJ over to Children’s Hospital (about 6 blocks away or so) do his blood test, walk back, and be back within the one hour time limit I have to wait after drinking the glucose then get my own blood drawn.
Today was an excercise in “How Much Can We Stress Out The Knocked Up Lady Before She Explodes In A Rage And Pops Out A Gut Buster That Will Kill Us All”… or… at least I think that’s what today was.
Needless to say, I knew the day’s jig was up when:
- I had to drink the Sprite glucose
- The driver side of our minivan ended up so dented that I was unable to open the side door and the door ajar light came on with the signature “bing” of alertment playing constantly when starting from a complete stop (<— very long story). Though, the big long stripe of yellow going down the one side is, in the right light, quite fetching.
There comes a point, in a day like today, when the best thing you can do is sit on the couch and do nothing… because doing something will only make things worse. Sometimes you have to treat days like today like a stupid older brother or a very immature boyfriend and sit patiently to wait out their tom foolery. People wonder how I can be so calm with 3 boys in public… its because I’ve had alot of days like today, being able to handle one makes handling the other much easier.
I’m not saying which though. 
I Am An Angel, An Auntie, And An …A…. Ahem… Alliterator
So this past weekend was filled with loads of stuff which is why I haven’t posted for a bit (I’m only slightly off my writing schedule by like…. 4 or 5 days or something).
This past weekend there was a call out for Angels for the Terry Pratchett Discworld Swap. If you are unfamiliar with swaps and therefor unfamiliar with the term “angel” let me quickly explain:
Swaps are awesome in that you sit, craft, and send off packages that fall along any given theme that you are made aware of when you sign up. You receive a package from a stranger, and a stranger receives a package from you- its all quite neat. Every once in a while you will get a thing called a “flaker” which is someone who has received from their partner usually, but who does not send a package a package in return so that their partner gets jack squat nothing. This is highly uncool. When this occurs, a call is put out for an ‘Angel’ which is someone who will willingly make a swap package (or in some cases a second swap package if they were already participating in the swap) for the abandoned partner because karmicly its just the right thing to do…. everyone deserves some good swappage.
For the first time ever (that I know of) a Terry Pratchett swap required not only one, but two Angels. The record had been spotless previously (and there were quite a number of rounds) and this kind of makes me sad. So, I signed on to be a swap angel and am in the process of making stuff as we speak…. as well as procuring some delights from a fellow blogger for my intended swapee that I think are pretty gosh darn fantastic.
As well, this weekend heralded the emergence of my newest nephew, Darius Mark. He was born Monday almost at about 9am at a nice healthy 7 lb 14oz (which Sam weighed when he was born) and a nice 20 inches long. Yesterday I spent a good portion of the afternoon visiting my SIL and fawning over the newest addition to the Conley Clan. He’s a sweet sleepy little guy, 4 people tickling him, undressing him, talking to him, and passing him about could not keep him awake long enough to breastfeed. I guess birth just took it right out of him. He has a magical effect on cameras though, where people forget them so as not to photograph his brilliance. He’s a cutie though and I will try to post pictures when any one of us actually get some.
Something my camera was remembered and ready for……. a while back the Housewife With Yarn ran a contest on her blog where you had to guess what it was she was knitting by the clues about the pattern she gave and then you had to guess why. It was all very mysterious. Myself and Radmama won. Monday I received my prize………………………….yarn! I love when prizes are yarn btw.
As you can see I was the happy recipient of some Housewife dyed Merino yarn, some knitterly cards, and assorted sundries (the lip gloss is missing from the pic, it disappeared “mysteriously” the minute that TJ discovered it was flavored and has most likely already made it to lip gloss heaven to join up with several tubes of Burt’s Bees balm and one Original flavor Chapstick).
I decided to go with a hood for the baby sweater. Not that the hat idea wasn’t good (which is was, I almost went with it)- I personally prefer hoods because they’re easy and they come preattached……. no need to go fishing through a diaper bag for a hat that I will inevitably not find because it will be hidden at the very bottom under the wipies box and behind 2 changes of clothing. As well, the intendee of the sweater has a big thing for hoodies in general so I went with “hood”.
in addition to all of this…. we inherited a new resident here at Chez Stephieface… we apparently have a squirrel in our roof. Well, after this morning’s chewing on some random part of the house, I say its a squirrel or possibly some freaky house climbing pitbull…. whichever. On my street we have one squirrel -EVER- and he’s particularly fat assed. It probably knows that I won’t harass it about it’s weight or whatever because in essence I am a softy. It’s seen me throw my stale bread on the roof of the porch so the stray cats can’t get to the birds as they munch away. It’s spied me delicately placing watermelon rinds in the trees in the back jungle where the crows can get them… again, away from the stray cats. I have also saved it twice from kids trying to shoot it with pellet guns…. It probably figures it has me pegged- and it would probably be right. Now, if I find out that sucker is a raccoon or even worse…………………………….a possum…………………….. oh its on. Its on like Donkey Kong.
While Beans Tap Dances A Fandango On My Rib Cage…
Lately, I’ve really been feeling the efforts of Beans trying to escape his uterine prison as if he were a ‘Gutbuster’ from Alien…. or as if he’s doing an impression of that “Happy Feet” guy, Savion Glover, tap dancing on my rib cage and spleen.
His new little movement attitude makes doing things, like knitting, a wee bit interesting. Imagine working on a baby sweater only to have your breath kicked out of you by an internal tennant (if you click any links… click that one) who then procedes to use your insides as his own personal little Tai Bo training camp. I could only sit and hang on for dear life to the couch arm as he practiced maneuvers like:
- The Mommy Rib Rapid Kicks
- The Mommy Bladder Rabbit Punches
- And my personal favorite, the Steve Irwin Crocodile Death Roll
I’m pretty sure the faces I made were eerily similar to the faces I could have been making putting myself in this situation…. you know, if you get my strangely vague meaning.
Despite his ninja attempts, I did finish the sweater I was working on for SIL #2 who’s baby shower is up next. I tried the Quickie Baby Sweater again. I don’t know that I was able to finish again in the 5 hours its supposed to take- I do know that it went much much faster this time…. most likely due to having already made the pattern once before and this time having my Knit Picks Options set. Let me tell you, those end plugs and being able to disconnect the cord from the needles are awesome… just awesome. I did some changes this time (just like last time). I used size US12 needles instead of the 10.5 it calls for. Once again I used Bernat’s Softee Chunky, this time in Med Sea Green (1.33 skeins). It turned out a little bigger than I expected, but for a baby being born in June I think it will fit just fine come Fall.
Only thing is now I’m debating if I should add a hood or not. Adding a hood is relatively easy, you just pick up stitches around the collar and knit up in the pattern the stockinette portion of the sweater is done in (row1: knit, row2: k3, purl to last 3 stitches, k3) for however long, bind off, then fold in half and sew along the bind off edge to make the hood… easy peasy.
BUT
Should I add a hood? Would it detract? Would it be too much? Would it be just fine? Opinions?
Adventures in Appliances, the Sequel
As I mentioned in the earlier post, today I shall regale you with tales about Stovey… the flaming stove of death and doorlessness.
Much like Original Fridge when I first moved in to this apartment, Stovey was a bit tempermental at first. Stovey was old and cranky. Stovey either burned or undercooked things…. but never ever cooked the food somewhere in between, you know… “just right”. I learned to live with Stovey as, at the time, I was single and living with a roomate (The Mister’s younger brother)…. and we both had a tendency to live on Ramen (made in the microwave) and pierogies (also made in the microwave). Cranky old Stovey never paid us much mind, and we never paid him any in return. He was afterall, pretty much just a Juvenile Stovelinquent.
Then I started dating the Mister, to whom an extensive line of all microwaveable meals was not a okay thing. Stovey and I had to start getting acquainted.
While pregnant with Sam, I tried making a frozen pizza in Stovey. Believe it or not, I can’t actually recall personally making frozen pizza before that day… so it very well may have been my first time ever (I made pizza from a box kit, but not frozen). In my hurry to make the pizza I had neglected to remove the cardboard hidden so sneakily under the pizza from the packaging. A few minutes later….. I smelled a smell……
It was an acrid smell…..
An ooky smell……
A….. smokey smell…..
I peeked in at the pizza through the little glass window only to be met with a vision of a Tombstone pizza on fire. I screamed and went to remove said flaming discus of now inedible food from my stove…. only to be met with resistance.
Stovey was refusing to open.
I pulled, I yanked…….
Stovey still held tight, determined in his crankiness to kill us all- I just knew it.The Mister comes rushing in to see what all the fuss is about. I say,
“Door Won’t Open. Pizza. On Fire. ” (it can hardly be said that I bandy about with words in an emergency)
He tries, Stovey is still shut tight. He pulls up on Stovey’s door, then forward, and finally Stovey opens. We pull out the pizza charcoal, throw it in the sink and pour water all over it, and turn off Stovey.
Hours later, after suffering the constant humiliation from being reminded that I am unable to cook an idiot pizza…. there’s a loud crash in the kitchen. We rush in to see what it is…..
Stovey’s door has just fallen off the front of the stove. Just plop and crash, as if in defeat of not killing us. No matter what we tried, the door would not go back on.
The Mister then turns to me…. “What did you do?”
Stovey was replaced a bit after that, but I still gulp in fear everytime I open the oven door and peek inside.
Adventures in Fridgedom
Apparently, as I read through a couple of other blogs, this was the weekend of the new appliance. The same held true here at Chateau La Stephieface, this weekend we got a new fridge. Now, if you have been reading this blog a while, you may remember that I have said this at least twice and I’ve only had this blog for 2 years. So that should tell you something right there.
This apartment hates fridges.
There was a time, about 2 years ago, when the fridge that had come with the apartment stopped doing what it was that fridges are supposed to be doing… keeping cold food cold and frozen food frozen. We had to keep everything that would go in the fridge portion in the freezer to stay cold and anything we had that was frozen had better been eaten quickly and soon because it wouldn’t stay frozen in our freezer for long at all. We got two replacements for that fridge.
Oh yeah, you read that right… two.
Working on an absurdly cheap budget, we had to work with what we had and could find for dirt cheap… or rather, namely, free. Replacement Fridge #1 died a horrible death getting off the truck right in front of my house when the grill thingy broke off and it all began to hiss. Replacement Fridge #2 was brought in by people who move fridges all day, and hooked up by people who hook fridges up all day so getting it in the apartment was relatively no hassle. It was, however, 1 inch wider than the old fridge so no longer fit in the wee fridge shaped place in my kitchen. The problem with Replacement Fridge #2 was that, like Original Fridge, it didn’t really keep cold things cold and frozen things frozen… which really is the foundation of a careeer for a fridge, don’t you think?
So we learned to manage with buying milk in small quantities (milk lasts 3 days or so in RF#2), eating the fresh foods usually the day we brought them home if we could, and hoping we never would miss that wonderous thing called meat since from then on it would never be bought again.
Then my mom called last Tuesday and mentioned something about a fridge that was on clearance at her Home Depot store and would I be interested? At first I said no, but the Mister looked at me as if I was on crack and I changed my answer to yes.
About a day or so later my sister called to arrange the delivery of said fridge. (She arrived possum-less by the way…. whew). After watching the madness of getting it up the flight of steps into my apartment (doors must be removed off fridge, the banister must be removed from stairs, door must be removed from apartment, shoes must be thrown in bathroom… you know, the usual) and waiting 24 hours for everything to settle before plugging it in……. ladies and gents, we have cold food that is cold and frozen food that is (are you ready for it?) frozen.
My children will know the joy on non soup ice cream!
Sam has already graced it with its inaugural crayon bedecked drawing on construction paper. Watching the Mister, my brother in law, and Russ carry it up the steps made me happy that I was pregnant… or they would have (at several points) made me and my sister do it ourselves with all the backseat moving we were doing. It also made me realize that when it comes time for Russ to move anytime in the next 50 years we are obligated to help him…. he being the one who has moved in this fridge… the two fridges before it… and at least 4 couches. My brother in law gets a case of beer the next time we can arrange it.
Next episode, I’ll tell you the story of the flaming stove of death and doorlessness!
Garter Stitch Is The Devil
I remember, when I first started knitting, that I used to make tons and tons of garter stitch thingies. I never quite made a scarf, but I did turn all my wee little garter squares into pouches and cozies- just being happy and ecstactic that I was able to accomplish this thing called knitting.
That was, however, about 5 years ago- I am not so enthused with garter anymore. I should be, its the easiest of all knitting stitches. Any knitter can do it in their sleep, while they talk, while they watch TV, while they somehow simultaneously wash the dishes and listen to a book on tape. For me, right now, garter is the devil. Having now been working on The Biggest Dishcloth in the World v2 is what has brought me to this.
I am really really really hating my past decision to Cast On 100 stitches right now… really. After 11″ of garter I can rightfully say….
Eeeew
Why am I doing this again?
Yes, the black and white stripes aren’t exact, or even, or the same. That’s the only bit of “random” that I’ve thrown in there… I think it will look better that way when I drop the stitches and do the plaid weaving. You can also see Beans trying to get into the pic there at the bottom.
My sister will be here tomorrow, which will be funny to see actually, since we’re both pregnant. She’s a month or so behind me. I hope she has some grand adventures tonight in the Great Fridge Move Of 2007. She and my BIL Bracco are on their way up here hauling with them a new fridge for here from Virginia (whew, say that five times fast). The last time my sister came up here she got lost twice I think and ended up in a very bad part of town in the process. Hopefully she will have good adventures this go round… maybe some Virginia possums (see #4) will have snuck aboard their truck to stowaway to Pittsburgh.
Pretty soon, Mother’s Day will be here. I’ve been thinking alot about what I’d like most if someone were to buy me a gift…..
This:
A multi pic locket for a multi kid family, but in gold. I only say gold because I can only wear gold earrings (4 in each ear….rawk) and the only other jewelry I wear, my wedding rings, are gold. Clearly I already have one in silver- but if one existed in gold that did not cost a human organ…. I would like it. My favorite part about this locket? Aside from being all foldy and Maxwell Smarty secrety (I would so kill for a phone shoe)? That fact that it has 4 frames…. one for each Conley boy.
So, now I must return to my week’s adventures of Spring Cleaning (mmmm…fumes and scrubbing crayon marks) and preparing for the new fridge. Ahhhh, the third trimester…… only 90 days til shoe tying, no waddle, can bend over freedom!
When Good Plans Good Bad…. The New Fox Special
So, today I had to take the Flying Diaperinis to a doctors appointment. I had made the appointment for 10:30. Now, it has been my past experience that if I get there early enough they can take us earlier and we get out faster. I picked 10:30 because its right in the middle of the morning. We’ve been up for a while and still have a good two hours or so before the Mister has to go to work.
So I package up the FDs and we head out at 9, which is good because apparently all Pittsburgh road work is delayed to start until the day after Easter… you know, today. We get to the doctor’s office at 9:40, almost a full hour before out scheduled appointment………………….
And we didn’t get seen to until 11. Apparenly, unbeknowest to me, the day after Easter is also when all the Pharmecutical reps go from doc office to doc office leaving samples and whatnot… refusing to leave until the doc signs their ‘We were here’ papers. We didn’t get to leave the office until 12:10.
What I learned today? never plan anything the day after Easter when people are still hopped up on potato salad, ham, and chocolate bunny heads.
From my last post I bring you the Boondock Saints:
If you haven’t seen this movie, you should, the beginning with what happens vs what the cops theorize happened is hilarious. Willem Dafoe is awesome, but he does get a little weird near the end. If you can, see the version with the extra deleted scenes and after the movie watch the one where the boys are on a long distance to Ireland phone call with their mom….. one day when all my boys are grown and I’ve obviously lost my mind…. I’m going to be her- I know it.
I’m still plugging away on the Biggest Dishcloth in the World v2. The original can be seen here. Couple things so far….
- If, when you were beginning to learn how to knit, you tired of making garter stitch squares… do not attempt this- you will hate it. I casted on 100 stitches (less than the original Calorimetry CO number) and I have about 6 inches knitted up- it feels like its taking forever [but I am determined to finish it because 1) I love intentionally dropping stitches and 2) I'd hate to face the curse of the Yarn Harlot and have the baby waiting to be born until its blanket is finished.... no endless WIP for this blankey].
- Remember when deciding on your cast on number that dropping the stitches will make your blanket automoatically become wider. For some reason I forgot this, I could have very well got away with CO 75 or even CO 50……. but nooooooo I CO 100. I say remember this, because you’ll have to knit the piece longer to accomadate for the dropping stitches making it wider- you are making a blanket not a shawl.
- Make sure you are working with yarn you like, with this project…. stash busting your acrylic that’s been hogging up space in your stash may not be a good idea. Just trust me on this one.
At Easter yesterday I was once again heralded with catcalls of impending twinage….. and I’m not talking about my rack. Please people, +1 new kid is really enough- really.
Your Happy Weekend Filler
Saw this on Fyberduck’s blog.
“It’s been alleged that if you’ve seen over 85 movies you have no life. Mark the ones you’ve seen. There are 239 films on this list. Copy this list, go to your own blog, paste it in and put an X by the ones that you have seen. Add them up, figure out whether you’ve got a life or not, and post it.”
(X) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(X) Grease
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean
(X) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest
(X) Boondock Saints
(X ) Fight Club
( X) Starsky and Hutch
(X) Neverending Story (and Neverending Story 2!)
(X) Blazing Saddles
( X) Airplane
(X) The Princess Bride
( X) AnchorMan
( ) Napoleon Dynamite
(X) Labyrinth
( X) Saw
( ) Saw II
( ) White Noise
( X) White Oleander
(X ) Anger Management
(X) 50 First Dates
(X) The Princess Diaries
(X) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
(X) Scream
(X) Scream 2
(X) Scream 3
(X) Scary Movie
(X) Scary Movie 2
(X) Scary Movie 3
(X) Scary Movie 4
(X) American Pie
(X) American Pie 2
(X) American Wedding
(X) American Pie Band Camp
(X) Harry Potter 1
(X) Harry Potter 2
(X) Harry Potter 3
(X) Harry Potter 4
(X) Resident Evil 1
(X) Resident Evil 2
(X) The Wedding Singer
(X) Little Black Book
(X) The Village
(X ) Lilo & Stitch
(X) Finding Nemo
(X) Finding Neverland
(X) Signs
(X) The Grinch
( X) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
(X ) White Chicks
( ) Butterfly Effect
(X )13 Going on 30
(X) I, Robot
(X) Robots
(X) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
( X) Universal Soldier
(X) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
(X) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
(X) Never Been Kissed
(X ) Meet The Parents
(X) Meet the Fockers
(X ) Eight Crazy Nights
( X) Joe Dirt
(X) King Kong
(X ) A Cinderella Story
(X) The Terminal
(X ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(X ) Dumb & Dumber
( X) Dumber & Dumberer
(X ) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
( ) Halloween
(X) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving Christmas
(X ) Flubber
(X ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(X) Practical Magic
(X) Chicago
(X ) Ghost Ship
(X ) From Hell
(X) Hellboy
(X ) Secret Window
(X ) I Am Sam
(X) The Whole Nine Yards
(X ) The Whole Ten Yards
(X) The Day After Tomorrow
( X) Child’s Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
(X ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( X) Just Married
(X ) Gothika
(X ) Nightmare on Elm Street
(X) Sixteen Candles
( X) Remember the Titans
(X ) Coach Carter
( ) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(X) The Mask
( X) Son Of The Mask
(X ) Bad Boys
(X ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
(X ) Lucky Number SlevIn
(X) Ocean’s Eleven
(X) Ocean’s Twelve
(X) Bourne Identity
(X) Bourne Supremecy
(X) Lone Star
(X) Bedazzled
(X ) Predator I
( X) Predator II
( ) The Fog
(X) Ice Age
(X) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
(X ) Curious George
(X) Independence Day
(X) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
(X ) Darkness Falls
(X) Christine
(X) E.T.
(X ) Children of the Corn
( ) My Bosses Daughter
( X) Maid in Manhattan
(X) War of the Worlds
(X ) Rush Hour
(X ) Rush Hour 2
( ) Best Bet
( X) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(X) She’s All That
(X) Calendar Girls
(X) Sideways
(X) Mars Attacks
(X) Event Horizon
(X) Ever After
(X) Wizard of Oz
(X) Forrest Gump
( X) Big Trouble in Little China
(X)The Terminator
(X) The Terminator 2
(X) The Terminator 3
(X) X-Men
(X) X-2
(X) X3
(X) Spider-Man
(X) Spider-Man 2
(X ) Sky High
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
(X) Catch Me If You Can
(X) The Little Mermaid
(X) Freaky Friday
(X) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
(X) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
(X ) The Hot Chick
(X) Shrek
(X) Shrek 2
( ) Swimfan
(X ) Miracle on 34th street
(X ) Old School
( X) The Notebook
(X) K-Pax
(X) Krippendorf’s Tribe
( X) A Walk to Remember
(X ) Ice Castles
(X ) Boogeyman
( X) The 40-year-old Virgin
(X) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
(X) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(X) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King
(X) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(X) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(X) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
(X ) Base-ketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(X ) Elf
(X) Highlander
(X) Mothman Prophecies
(X ) American History X
( X) Three
( X) The Jacket
( X) Kung Fu Hustle
( X) Shaolin Soccer
(X ) Night Watch
(X) Monsters Inc.
(X) Titanic
(X) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
(X) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
( ) High Tension
( X) Club Dread
(X ) Hulk
(X ) Dawn Of the Dead
(X) Hook
(X) Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
(X) 28 days later
(X ) Orgazmo
( X) Phantasm
(X) Waterworld
(X ) Kill Bill Vol. 1
(X ) Kill Bill Vol. 2
(X) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
(X) Kingdom of Heaven
( ) the Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave
( ) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
(X ) Army of Darkness
(X) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(X) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(X) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(X) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(X) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(X) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
(X) Ewoks: Caravan Of Courage
(X) Ewoks: The Battle For Endor
(X) The Matrix
(X) The Matrix: Reloaded
(X) The Matrix: Revolutions
(X) Animatrix
( X) Evil Dead
( X) Evil Dead 2
(X) Team America: World Police
( ) Red Dragon
(X) Silence of the Lambs
(X ) Hannibal
(I already know I have no life, having peeked at Fyberduck’s list and knowing I have seen more movies than her from just this list. BTW, Fyberduck, see Boondock Saints- seriously. Once you get past the cussing…. the hot Irish brogue coming from hot Irish guys and comedy will be worth it- really!)
And the damage folks………… I have now seen 200 of the 239 movies listed here… and the only reason I haven’t seen most of those 39 movies is because they are scary movies that Chris was unable to force me to watch or had no interest in watching. Believe you me, it was easier counting the movies I haven’t seen rather than the movies I have…. less counting.
And a funny story before I go. We were debating if we should take the Flying Diaperinis to go see a movie this weekend. They are actually quite good in theaters provided the movie is something they actually want to see. There are 2 movies up for decision…. TMNT (which I think may win simply because the Mister has fond memories of loving the first foam suit Turtle movies) and then there’s Meet the Robinsons. Its because of Meet the Robinsons that I am mentioning this………..
In the Meet the Robinsons commercial there is a scene where the bad guy is banging on a remote demanding why this TRex he has under its control isn’t “siezing the boy” and the TRex turns and says with subtitles, ‘Because I have a big head and little arms’……. when we watch this commercial on TV both Zach and Sam turn to me and say “Mommy, that’s you!” pointing at the TRex.
One day, when I am not pregnant, I will get them with my little arms.
Why "Rock A Bye Baby" Is Really A Terrible Song
As you may have noticed I haven’t posted for a few days. This can be attributed to one thing….
“Rock a bye baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock, when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all”
Not only is this a morbid freaking song about bad parenting choices… I mean really, who keeps babies IN cradles IN trees? This actually happened to me this week…….. except not with cradles, or babies, or breaking boughs.
Sam was climbing a tree in my MIL’s backyard. He’s 4, and some may think this is awfully young to allow for tree climbage- but if you really knew Sam… awfully young (when it comes to climbing) came and went with his 6 month birthday…. there is a reason why I refer to them as ‘monkeys’. Case in point… not even 1 year old:
He has climbed the gate at the steps to the upstairs at my sister’s house… while wearing socks (this is important because Sam has callouses between his big and next toes from gripping gates to climb…. monkey!).
Anywho, I asked my MIL how high they are allowed to climb there and she said as high as they will… meaning they can each go as high as they are comfortable climbing. So, I watch him, and although he is going kinda high I can see he’s perfectly comfortable at the height and is having no troubles so I let him go at it. He goes up and down with no difficulties whatsoever.
Cut to a few days later, he’s climbing the tree and falls when a big gust of wind comes. He gets a bloody nose and a bunch of scrapes on his lip, chin, and nose- but that’s all. I’m telling you, I don’t know how the mom monkeys do it. Maybe that whole flea picking thing isn’t actually flea picking but searching their kids over for bumps and bruises. What was he doing ten minutes later after I got him all cleaned up? ……….. Climbing the tree again………monkey!
So, Mom…..Sis, don’t expect any Easter pics this year.
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So, as stated before, I finished my SIL’s blanket for her first baby. She loved it, she said she can see him at 10 carrying around one square that’s left. This makes me feel alot better, I was really nervous (I always am) giving it to her.
Some day, eventually, I’ll start making stuff for my own kid on the way. I think the pink sweater debacle sort of derailed me on making stuff for Beans. But I have another dishcloth inspired idea for a baby blanket which will go to the Beanster….. the Beanster will appreciate plaid I’m sure….. plus….. plaid is punk rawk.
