Valentine's Day trash...

It's Wednesday, February 14 which means two things:

1. It is Valentine's Day, and
2. Tonight is trash night

For the most part, neither of those occurrences mean much to me. I'm not big on the whole "There needs to be a special day to buy stuff to prove how much you love me" concept. If you love me the right way, then I already know it and don't need proof. And, TR takes the garbage cans out to the curb every week so I never pay much attention to that.

However... today is a different story. Sort of.

TR and I cleaned up a little last night. Mostly we just gathered up the random garbage that was sitting around and I had him take the kitchen garbage out to the can for me. It's not that far, but the ice storm, my natural gracefulness, and my current medical condition I thought it was probably best for him to do it. No big deal right? Uh-huh.

Fast forward to this morning. I'm sitting on the couch watching GMA and happen to glance over at the table next to me. I notice my engagement ring lying there amid the coasters. Not a big deal, as I often lay my rings there when I take them off. (Yes, I take off my wedding and engagement rings. If your hands swelled like mine do, you would too.) However, what I failed to see was my wedding ring...

Much panic ensues... All sorts of scenarios run through my head as I run around crazily trying to locate the missing ring:

1. TR found it and has hidden it. I say this because he's not fond of the way I just lay them down where ever I happen to take them off.
2. Munchkin has found it and hidden it. Many things in our house go missing this way. After several rounds of interrogation it is surmised that Munchkin has not seen the ring.
3. This is my least favorite scenario and unfortunately the correct one: I threw it in the trash while cleaning off the table last night.
   

I THREW IT AWAY!!! I found it stuck to the wrapper of a juice box straw in the bottom of a trash bag full of discarded pizza, paper plates with frozen ketchup remnants, and equally disgusting bits of trash. Fortunately it was the first bag of trash that I went through, as I'm not sure my queasy stomach could have handle any more.

Guess I win the "Sucky Valentine of the Year" award.

Good mail

I almost never get good mail. Usually it's "You're PRE-APPROVED" and "PAY US NOW BEFORE WE BREAK YOUR KNEES!" Neither of these things inspire warm fuzzy feelings or a desire to walk to the mailbox (it's about 50ft away, but still- it's the principle of the thing).


My birthday brought good mail. Happy, cheerful cards full of well wishes. Also, the occasional cash and prizes.


TR and I got a valentine from his mother (yes, the one who hates me) yesterday. She likes to send cards. We get one from her for almost every occasion you could imagine- and quite possibly a few you couldn't.

Glenda sends me cards at random times too. Usually when I need the most cheering up. Munchkin got a Valentine's package from her today that had fun stuff and valentine's for all in it. Very cool.


Last week I ordered baby stuff online. We're talking bed, car seat, swing, etc... I WILL be getting good mail this week. Not just mail- but packages. It doesn't matter what's in a package, there are always fun to get!


I plan to start getting the baby's "room" put together as the packages come in, so be prepared for before, after and in between photo updates.

Baby stuff...

So we had a sonogram on Friday. My doc thought the baby was measuring bigger than she should be so she wanted to check on ultrasound. The answer? We're right where we should be. So my due date is still April 9. Apparently she weighs 4.5 pounds- give or take 11 ounces. And she is definitely a girl.


I finally bought some baby stuff this weekend. So I'm feeling exhausted (I am sooo not a shopping person, even when I'm not pregnant!) but relieved to not be completely unprepared now. I am annoyed by the abundance of PINK and lack of other colors for baby girls. Why do babies need to be color-coded? I know she's a girl even without her wearing some cotton-candy colored monstrosity. And strangers? Why do I care if the germy old ladies at the grocery store don't know what sex my baby is? I have issues with strangers that want to touch other people's babies...

Supposedly we are in for an ice/snow storm tonight. Woo-ha. Hopefully TR gets home before it starts because there is NO food in this house. If we're stuck here for a few days because of 4 inches of ice and we haven't gone to the store, things could get interesting.

The joys of growing up... Lesson #4

It's been a long while since I shared any of the bits of wisdom I pick up in day to day life. So here we go...

Recently Munchkin has become obsessed with armpit hair. Don't ask me why, but the child finds it hilarious. Every time TR takes off his shirt (my husband is a hairy beast!) Munchkin giggles and points out, "You have hairy armpits!"

Friday afternoon TR was getting ready to shower after work and Munchkin stated the obvious once more, "TR, you have hairy armpits! Hahahahahahaha!"

I said to him, "When you grow up you'll have hair in your armpits too." He looked at me as if this concept was fascinating to him.

"Really?"

"Yep, you'll have furry armpits someday," I told him.


"YEAH, and a BIG PENIS TOO!" This declaration was accompanied by a forward thrusting of the hips and a Superman-like, hands on the hips pose.

Apparently even at six years old the prospect of a larger penis is exciting. Who knew?