Preludes And Nocturnes

Use one word to describe or answer the following list. (In the comments is fine - or on your blog if you like and then let us know to go look!)

1.Your house?

2.Your significant other?

3. Your hair?

4. Your family?

5. Favorite place to eat?

6. Your favorite thing you can see right now?

7. Where is your cell phone?

8. Your favorite drink?

9.Your dream/goal?

10. What Room you are in?

11. Your hobby?

12. Your fear?

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?

14. Where were you last night?

15. Something that you aren’t?

16. Pie?

17. Wish list item?

18. TV show?

19. Last thing you did?

20. What are you wearing?

21. Vacation spot?

22. Your pets?

23. A best friend?

24. Your life?

25. Your mood?

26. Missing someone?

27. Your car?

28. Something you’re not wearing.

29. Your favorite store?

30.Best memory?

As opposed to “BOO!” - that would be linked to the little mound of empty mini-chocolate bar wrappers stacked next to me here. Does it make any difference that I bought an exercise ball at the same time as the chocolate?  I’d like to note that last year I was TOOO SICK to eat nary a one of these evil little bites of heaven.  But hmm, my hips got wider anyway. Yes.

The “boo….” is that I cut my eye.  How grotty (and hallowe’eny) is that?  No, no eye patch yet. I get drops to start and then if that doesn’t do it I have to go back in.  I don’t know how I did it, I rubbed my eye in the shower and I don’t know if something washed into it just before I rubbed it, but I thought it was red from the shampoo (I get that sometimes - and by sometimes I mean all the time).  So it was red and then it had a little bump on the side eyeball part and a little bit of red blood or something but, ya know, we had things to do so we were kinda busy.  Then on the way home (Jim with a nice new haircut and both of us with shiney new grown-up Wills) I noticed my eyeball was still really really hurting.

Off to the drop-in clinic and 15 minutes later I’m heading back downtown for a prescription for my mangled eyeball.  While waiting for the prescription I bought some caaandy for tomorrow night - er, I avoided the eyeball candy, that kinda squicked me out - and an exercise ball.  When Melly and I were at the gym on Sunday a woman actually commented to me on how impressed she was with my ab work on the ball.  Thanks to google I now know it is called the exercise ball leg curl as seen here. Please note, not all the pictures are correct.. but you’ll get the idea.  When I got back to the gym two weeks ago I couldn’t get my butt off the ground… at all.  It was like someone was sitting on me - like my stomach was its own person sitting on me.  But this weekend I managed to do a few and a total stranger said nice things to me.  How sweet.  So I bought a new exercise ball to use in the evening at home while watching TV (er, I mean, while reading and being a productive member of society).

I’ve had two of these exercise balls before. Both have been killed by kitties. I’m not sure why this one will be different. It just will.. okay?

So for that we will have a Yay!

Malcolm is about to wake up so let’s see how much I can get blogged.

I hired a cleaning company to come every two weeks.

Melly was here for the weekend and we went to a bunch of wineries and did tastings and then bought some delicious wine to bring home and drink while playing cards and retro archade games on the game cube.

I have been to the gym six times in the last week and a half and can feel muscles again.

Malcolm is super cute.

A sweater made by a friend of my mom’s:

Leggings made by me and a pair of knee-high socks:

Leggings made my auntie Leone from wool (so, um, she actually made them whereas I just cut off feets). He is also wearing his pretty cloth diaper and a shirt that says, “I crawl the line” - but he doesn’t crawl yet. He has totally mastered rolling from front to back though:

Although please note the rolling is more of a push - push - push …. WOAH! falling over thing. No picture.

Eat the Rich t-shirt:

Oh Hai!

I’m having one of *those* days.  I dropped Jim off for work, got to the bank, got to the bulk food store, got home in time for “mommy’s show” (Without A Trace on each weekday morning at 11am) and I felt on top of the world!  I was productive, I had a very cute baby who was awesome while out running errands, I had a nice morning coffee and chat with my amazing husband - whoo!

Then 45 minutes later I look around the piles of laundry I’ve been folding while watching my show and the half unloaded dishwasher (on commercials) and I feel defeated.  I never get all the laundry done, I feel like I’m not getting the house advanced, I’m trying so hard to get the house a bit more “finished” feeling before I go back to work in January and before Malcolm becomes mobile.  We still have boxes, we still have major sections of rooms not making sense, we still have space we can’t use because it is just in a holding pattern.  Yesterday I managed to work with Malcolm in tow and get the summer clothes stored and some final unpacking done in the bedroom. I feel that room looks pretty good - but I’ve felt that way before. We have very little storage room here; every square foot has to be used wisely.  And this means that there isn’t that area to just dump stuff.  So things have to be sorted and found real homes.

And I think part of it is that this is our house - I can try to make some long-term choices.  Yes, this is somewhat related to my clutter/clean house ramble from a few weeks back.  But today it was just my rollercoaster of Yay I love being at HOME all day  - to - BOOO I will never get the daily stuff under control let alone progress on these other projects - to (again) - Yay I’m Playing my Music and Dancing around with Malcolm while finishing the kitchen and making bread.

Really, I’m a spaz.

In other news, Malcolm likes to groove to Lauryn Hill (Everything is Everything), giggle to Liz Phair (Fuck and Run), and doesn’t really like Madonna.   I can see that he has some good taste… but he needs to embrace the dance-fun that is mommy’s Madonna.  And how much do I love that my new stereo (bought it this past winter with my Sony Points - whoo!) has a plug in for my ipood.  We get days of dancing fun from that tiny blue micro.

So this afternoon I hope to finish making my two loaves of 12 Grain bread, make and freeze applesauce for “solid-eating Malcolm”, vacuum (why does that need two u’s?), and finish designing the course-packet for my classes in January, and finish the roll-out drawer for under Malcolm’s crib.  See, and all that makes me feel Yay again…  I enjoy this stuff.

Are you all as rollercoastery as I am on this type of stuff?

I was going to talk about thanksgiving (which was great, Leone was here and mom made a wonderful lunch for us all) or talk about prepping for my January classes (I’ve got the reps sending me books to look over) or about some other stuff.  But instead I’m just going to post some pictures and tell you that the woman at the gas station tonight peeked into the window and ooohed and ahhhed about how amazingly cute my sleeping baby was in the back of the car.  Malcolm and I drove the 1.5hrs to Further Away City to pick up Jim tonight. Malcolm slept the whole way there and the whole way back. He was wonderful. And cute.

Some pictures from our weekend. We played lots of card games - and Malcolm helped!

Malcolm played video games with us.. but he was a little tired and napped anywhere he could (on his blanket he got from auntie Julia):

And Malcolm is getting better at tummy time:

Malcolm has many many new books. He has been enjoying books a lot lately.

And this one from tummy time because it is too funny

I just bought a corner TV stand. I’ve been looking for one FOREVER. It took me a full day plus to put it together.

I’ve spent a whole lot of this afternoon re-staging the living room. This tv stand makes me way too happy. Really. It is bizzaro.

And in other news, Malcolm has been asleep for 6 hours (since just after lunch) and woken twice to eat and fallen asleep as he finished the bottle.  I cleaned the kitchen.  For real.  And marveled at my tv stand.

I got a cell phone.

Yep, I held out and held out. I even didn’t get one when mom said I had to for my last semester (trimester) in the winter. But it has been made clear to me that not having a cell phone seems to not really be an option. Mainly because more and more there is nowhere to access public phones.  Plus so many people just keep asking “what’s your cell number”. When we were in the States for Jim’s dad’s funeral there were people ranging from friends to lawyers who needed to contact us and the expectation now is that there, ultimately, should be a way to do this and leaving a message with friends does not suffice.

And I started to really feel for Jim in all this. He is used to having a cell and has gone without since moving up here to Canadia. So we both got one yesterday. With Jim traveling all about for work and us having to arrange times to meet up all throughout the week, it was just getting silly. It went from me saying once every few months “oh a cell would be handy now” to me saying that each week.

I was going to go prepaid and found a pretty nice deal through one company, but another company had a sweet corporate rate through my job.  I’m getting 250 minutes, voicemail and call display, $0.10/m long distance, unlimited calls after 6pm and all weekend, 30 outgoing and unlimited incoming texts (which I’m thinking of paying an extra $2 to go to 250 outgoing as, well, texting is rather addictive) all for $28 per month.  And our entire area here is ‘local’ so it is fine for me to call from work and all along the drive home without using long distance.

So yeah. I need to get some of your cell numbers so we can do this texting thing.  Julia, my international texting costs me .25 each, so I’ll make them really count.  North America is covered in my package.

We got Jim a plan where he can talk/text to/from me unlimited nationwide. His includes double the minutes, a secret group of “five” special friends of which I am one, and voice mail/ call display. This will be super nice for when he is out of town for work and able to just call me no matter what and with no charge. All for around the $60/m mark.

Welcome me to the future and know there was minimal kicking and screaming.  Just about three weeks of obsessive research into the best deals.