Monthly Archive for January, 2007

Will buff for shoes


Kris and I often say “Do you still love me?” and add something silly.

“Do you still love me? Even though I sometimes get in the bed while you’re still changing the sheets?”

“Do you still love me? Even though I don’t have any piercings anymore?”

Last night, Kris asked “Do you still love me? Even though we don’t draw or make collages anymore?”

Oddly enough, today I got out an archive cd to try to find some lyrics to send to Mike and I saw the scan of the first (and only) collage Kris and I ever made together. We did this sitting at the kitchen at ye olde 711.

(I also found an old e-mail Jaimie sent about the 711 years, but I think I’d need her permission to post it.)

32 weeks… and then some

Yesterday I was thinking “y’know, I need an Ani mix of some of my favorites” which led to “I wonder how many of her albums I have” (turns out, not so many) which in turn led me to the Ani DiFranco page on Wikipedia.

And there I learned that Ani and I were both pregant for the last half of 2006. Lucky Ani, she’s already had her kid. I got two months to go.

I thought about making the mix one that would be appropriate to give to, um, people who might be a wee offended by the f-bomb or allusions to, well, some of the things Ani makes allusions to. So nah, better just go with my favorites.

foodchat

Trying to “eat right” is hard work. I am trying to cause I’m in my last trimester, where sources tell me the little guy is developing tastes for what I eat. It would be nice for him to like fruit and veggies and whole grains, but me ingesting them right now is a bit more selfish. Good for you food doesn’t make me feel as gross as bad for you food. And it causes less constipation.

Kris is trying to eat better cause the doc has put him on meds to lower his cholesterol.

So we’re trying to buy more fruit and vegetables. I’m trying to avoid fried foods. Less added sugar and salt. Whole grains. Lots of water. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

The whole concept of trying to not take in too much saturated fat, sodium or sugars and to look for things like vitamin content and dietary fiber – it makes you a label-reader. And what you find is usually sad.

A Hershey’s bar has 46% of your daily saturated fat?!? Well, maybe if I just use half of it for my smores…

A serving of sandwich meat represents 26% of your daily sodium? It’s not even salty!

Yay, this cranberry wheat bread has 7% of dietary fiber per slice… at 160 calories for just one slice? Who eats one slice of bread?

This doesn’t even count social outings like hanging at a friend’s house… I managed to avoid Liz and Chris’ waffle fries, but then Cookie had cheese pizza. I am pregnant, not made of stone!

Or it being a Friday night and you want to go out with your spouse. For Mexican food. And Dairy Queen blizzards.

Or twice-monthly dinners at Mama Juanita’s where the woman only knows starches. And two selections of dessert. Every time.

I’m not even “dieting” – just trying to avoid heartburn and constipation while still enjoying the last two months of pre-motherhood.

Switching to fat free milk hasn’t bothered me. I was already doing the 1%, so I guess that helped.

Buying the yogurt with fake sugar instead of real sugar has been all right. As long as I’m not buying it at Johnson’s, I can still get my favorite flavors like vanilla, raspberry and key lime pie.

For a light, low-calorie, doesn’t-do-much-for-you-but-doesn’t-work-against-you snack, there are several Special K bar options, as well as lite chewy granola bars, at 90 calories.

My favorite snack as of late is six reduced-fat Triscuits for dietary fiber, 1 ounce of cheese (it’s an eighth of a block and you can cut it into six baby slices) for calcium and protein and a handful of grapes. (Fruit, duh.) It feels like my own little wine tasting party. Y’know, with actual grapes instead of wine.

Both at the same time

My only real life pal who is preggers is Kristie. And she’s in Birmingham (Hi, Kristie!) and is about a trimester behind me. But watching this week’s episode of Gilmore Girls, I got to commiserate with the character of Lane, bulging with twin boys.

I’m trying to think if anybody got married on shows I watched in 2003.

I know Liz and Buffy graduated high school the same year.

Anybody else share a Life Event with some TV show character?

The one skein scarf progresses

My pals have been going to a knitting class at Trinity Lutheran for months. Since October, I think. It sounded appealing to me, but the class is on Wednesday, traditionally mine and Kris��� ���date night.���

Around Christmas, Cindy said she���d like to go, too. Better two newbies at once, right? And it occurred to me that I may fall off the face of the social planet come spring, so maybe I should take this time to do stuff like a knitting class with my pals.

I decided to begin with a scarf. A scarf seems easy enough - one pattern, one color, etc. Jaimie said a nappy yarn would hide mistakes easier, as would working with large needles for a looser stitch. I have found both to be true.

I chose my pink yarn with a goal of finishing my scarf by Valentine���s Day. I might make it. I am still exceedingly slow.

Yesterday, I ran across the Red Scarf Project. I can���t submit mine, because it is (a) pink and (b) will not be done before January���s over. But maybe next year.

I���m enjoying knitting. I have already forgotten how to ���cast on.��� Once I finish my scarf, I will try to make a little hat for the baby.

Blankets

Last year, I began a bookblog, with a goal of reading 26 books since it was 2006. Then, this year, the goal would have progressed to 27 books. Somewhere in between, I found out I was pregnant. Being a first time mom, I seriously doubt I will read 27 books this year.

Also since I began the bookblog, Blogger has upgraded and now posts can have tags. So, any bookblogging I do from now on will just be here. With a ���books��� tag. Let���s begin.

Blankets by Craig Thompson

I can���t recall where I heard about this graphic novel, but I put it on my Amazon wishlist and dad got it for me for Christmas.

I took it with me to my prenatal checkup on Tuesday, and I���m glad I did, cause I sat in the waiting room for 40 minutes. During that time, I got so far along in the story that I decided to finish it in one day. I wish I hadn���t. If I hadn���t taken it to bed with me, I could have gone to sleep at least one day loving the story. Instead, I went to sleep saddened.

The main character reminded me of people I know and also contrasted with how I was raised. He likes to draw and is belittled in Sunday school for wondering if he could worship God with his drawing. He grows up thinking that art is something secular and selfish.

Being raised by art teachers who pastored a church, I was not taught the same thing. For that, I am very grateful.

Besides being a story of faith (and its loss), Blankets is also a love story. Maybe it resonated with me because the love story takes place in 1994, the year I fell in love with my first boyfriend.

We know that first loves do not always work out. (I won���t say they rarely do, cause my two best friends married theirs.) But I am like Drew Barrymore ��� she���s not ashamed of starring in a bunch of romantic comedies because, as she says, ���I like happy endings.���

Had I left off in the book during the throes of a first love and a crisis of faith, I would have been happy. The story felt very real.

Instead, I continued to read, into the loss. Then the story felt bleak.

I would still recommend Blankets, for it is both well-written and well-drawn.

The dreads. And the curiosity.


We had over two dozen people stop by on Saturday while Leslie was getting dreadlocked in our living room. It was awesome. You can see the pics here.

There are some things I really like about Flickr: that I can add ���tags��� to photos, make sets, that people can leave comments, that you can view just the thumbnails or larger versions, that you can link photos into a blog post, etc. Another nifty feature is the ���Popular��� link. I can click on that and see my photos grouped by ���interestingness��� ��� not sure how that���s decided ��� or by how many views they have, comments have been made, etc.

A few months ago, I checked this out. The last time I did, according to number of views, all of my most popular ���photos��� were actually illustrations. This made sense because all of those were linked to illustrationfriday.com where many people would be clicking on them. I was curious to see which actual photos came after them.

To my surprise, there was an actual photo that had more views than any of the illos (which ranged from 200-something to 400-something). This one photo had over 2,000 views.

It���s a pic of Liz in the shower.

Now, she happens to be fully clothed. It���s nothing weird at all, a shot from my college days. There was no big ���meaning��� or anything. For my Water and Form assignment, I just thought it would be cool for some reason to have people in clothes in the shower. There was one shot of Jaimie that turned out really awesome cause the flash suspended a drop of water on her eyelashes. With the Liz one, I like the circles in the water that her dripping hair made.

Here is where I try to think like the internet: why is this one pic so popular? If people in the shower happens to be your particular fetish, I���m still not sure how you end up at this photo. The title I gave it is ���Liz H2O.��� The tags wouldn���t do it. The caption doesn���t even sound very click-worthy to me.

But as I was checking out the dread shots that Les posted, I noticed I had a new comment on Liz H2O:

You have be very spontaneous and carefree to get in the shower with your clothes and I think you’ve captured that here.

Sounds like a normal comment. But there’s more:

Would love to see some more explorations on this theme…?

Whoa! Subtle way of asking for more photos of people in the shower? She���s not even naked, WHY IS THIS PIC SO POPULAR?

P.S. Sorry, Liz. I have no idea why so many people want to look at you in the shower. I hope they aren���t being creepy.

P.P.S. If it helps, the #2 photo is now one of my pregnancy-progressing pics. I don’t mind so much except that it’s the one of me in my jammies.

If you dread

Tomorrow, in the whereabouts of noon at the Casa de Catoe, there will be a posse putting dreads in Leslie Nicholson’s (a.k.a. Tami Sparks) hair.

There will also be Jamaican Jerk Chicken kabobs. And a pregnant lady smiling ruefully at Red Stripe beers.

Come over if you’re feeling Rastafarian.

Baby got his groove

Pregnancy books and websites tell me that by the end of this trimester, I won’t be feeling the baby move much because he will be too big to do so. I guess he knows this and has decided to do some aerobics before he loses the chance.

When I first started feeling him move, about halfway through this pregnancy, it was very light movement. I explained it to friends as similar to when your heart skips a beat, only way down in my abdomen. I am thankful for this, that I was eased into the idea of a baby gyrating in my belly, cause I gotta say I always thought I’d be supremely freaked by it.

In the first trimester, I lay awake at night, uneasy at the thought of something that was not me kicking me on the inside of my stomach. It does not bother me at all now, and that right there I believe is a testament to the fact I must be pumping some Mommy Hormones.

There are times, like when I lay on my right side, that I feel him in such a way that I have to change position. It’s not freaky or painful, just… distracting. Sort of like when the cats have to knead their paws a million times on my lap before settling down. Like hey, you’re not hurting me, but you are annoying me, so quit it, a’ight?

I’ve read of women being advised to do “kick counts” at some point, and I thought “huh, that’d be hard. I only really feel him at night. Maybe once or twice during the day.” But in the last week or so, he has really begun to shake, rattle and roll. He’s twirling against my tummy as I type. He did a little jig while I put on my make-up this morning.

GJ, Cyndi and a friend of Brandy Lauffer’s have all said that after their kids were born, they missed those movements of the baby in the womb. I am prepared to feel the same. Cause I gotta say, of all the pregnancy-associated stuff that has happened to my body since July, feeling some tummy rolls that directly remind me there’s a gift at the end of this journey has been my favorite.

Tax talk already?

Today I worked on a How To Prepare for Tax Time package for Thursday’s paper.

I don’t think the average citizen thinks about taxes during January. I sure didn’t when I was one. Now that I am a pregnant landlady, married to a self-employed dude who opened a business last year, well, taxes are something I regularly think about.

Like “has Kris filed his monthly sales tax?”

Like “how much will the state pre-payment be for April?”

Like “will we be so lucky as to owe $3,000 less on our taxes this year?”

We met with Scott Hindsman yesterday morning. He seems very nice and capable. Far more reassuring than the old lady in her house slippers who we used last year out of desperation.

We wanted him to take a look at our previous returns and tell us what to gather for the Moxie this year. As soon as my W2, 1099 and whatever else is in, we want to get right to it so we know if we owe. And what our pre-payments for 2007 should be.

We’d both love for Kris to take several weeks off after the baby is born. But with the little guy due at the end of March, that puts Kris out of work on Tax Day.

Isn’t it funny to hope you made a lot less money in 2006 than you did in 2005? Cause if we owe for ’06 what we did for ’05, we’re pretty much screwed.