west seattle farmers market

Today was my first time at the West Seattle Farmers Market.  Isn't it shameful that I've lived here in WS since 2004 and have never been?  Whoops.  Anyway, I think I was expecting magic beans, lots of fresh veggies and melt-in-your-mouth baked goods, but instead was underwhelmed with vegan baked goods, mediocre looking vegetable starts and NO MAGIC BEANS!!  Now, I wasn't in the best mood...The Husband actually said "it's kind of hard to be around you when you're in a bad mood".  Ouch.  I think I was being stinky because the weather was cold and rainy all goddamn weekend, the Starbucks by our house cannot make a black and white mocha to save their life and I've been getting pretty shitty sleep...like forever.  This is no excuse to be in a bad mood to a soon-to-be father on Father's Day, I know, but it is at least a couple reasons that knocked me down a few pegs.

we did buy some lettuce starts

The day immediately turned around after another West Seattle first...our first trip to The Original Bakery near the Vashon Ferry.  Now, it's not that the baked goods were amazing, but 2 of my former students work there...who knew?  They were so cute and excited to see that I was pregnant!  So, when I say the baked goods weren't amazing what I mean is that we went in at like 1pm...so there was barely anything left.  I assume that means this is a popular destination and therefore will be one of the places a walk to with baby Beals when he arrives. 

If you noticed (and when I say you I clearly mean the 3 of you who read this) I didn't blog on Saturday.  When I said I would blog everyday of my third trimester, what I meant was that I would blog everyday OTHER than Saturday.  Cool?  Until there are a million readers begging to hear the random shit that comes out of my head everyday...6 days a week it is!

yuck

So, this morning I had to drink a bottle of dextrose for my gestational diabetes test and it was AWFUL.  Not only did I have to drag my ass out of bed early after a late night of 4square, but I had to chug this sugar water in 5 minutes or less.  For those of you who know anything about me you know it takes me forever to drink anything...I can nurse an iced mocha for like 3 hours.  So, downing this disgusting beverage made me want to puke.

I'll get my test results on Monday...wish me luck. 

I just re-read my first line and it immediately made me think of that Stanley Steemer commercial where the driver is asking his colleague if he's ever had to clean up after an alpaca...because he has...and it was AWESOME!  haha.  If you haven't seen it, here you go!  It gets me every time...so funny.

I normally get a milkshake after every doctor appointment (once a month isn't a lot...stop judging me), but I couldn't bring myself to get a milkshake at 8:30am this morning...nor could I stomach it after my dextrose cocktail.  So, after a long day, we sat down at 8:15pm to watch The Town...all comfy on the couch...in our jammies...and I had to complain about not getting my milkshake today.  I'm such a jerk sometimes.  Anyway, The Husband jumped up, changed back into regular clothes and is currently at the store buying vanilla ice cream so I can make us home-made shakes.  What a guy, right?  Oh man...I can use the chocolate malt powder that I bought for the cookies I just made (thanks again Sister).  Turn of events...life is good tonight.

Just heard the car door...off to make milkshakes! 

4square

So, The Husband and I had our second 4square tournament tonight and although I didn't play, it went very well.

I LOVE watching grown men get super competitive while playing an elementary school game.  When is the last time you even played 4square?  It's actually a very active, fun "sport".  We're lucky we live a block away from an elementary school with not one, but three 4square courts!  Oh, we also have our own tetherball in addition to owning 2, 4square balls...yeah, that's right.  

I'll admit that the last tournament was a little better, but only because people stayed in the king square long enough to make up some really great rules.  One of my favorites (and not just because it was my rule) was that you needed to swear every time you hit the ball.  Not only were we all drinking beer and wine out of nalgene bottles, but we were yelling "shits" and "fucks" every time we hit the ball.  We probably looked like a bunch of 30 year old drunks with Tourette's, but it was really fun. 

I suggest that everyone play some sort of childhood game with their friends this summer.  Wait, that isn't a suggestion, that is my homework for you.  Good luck.  Tetherball, 4square, wall ball, tag...whatever, just do it.  If you have kids...even better...play with them, they'll love it.

The Husband just proof read this and wanted me to let everyone know that I wasn't drinking tonight. 

cookies...brandi...school year almost over

My friend Sam told me today that my blogs will get shorter and more bitter as the 3rd trimester continues.  Thanks, Sam!  Like I said in my last post, I didn't promise these would be good, but I will try to write a post everyday. 

Today felt like Friday...shit, yesterday felt like Friday.  I'm just tired and ready for this school year to be over already.  So, today was some "end of course" exam for some students and I promised one of the staff members, my friend Lori, that I would have coffee and treats for the rest of the staff (I do this for the school on big test days because they are stuck proctoring boring exams).  I made cookies from a recipe my sister just posted - Malted Milk  Chocolate Chip Cookies - YUM!!  Well, I love all chocolate chip cookies, but I thought these would be extra delicious because I also love malt.  Personally, I couldn't taste the malt, but they were chewy and so good!  There were 3 staff members, who will remain nameless, that kept coming in and pretending to want to talk to me, but really just wanted to grub on some more cookies.  I judged them in my head and then again in an email to another colleague.  Come on people, save some for other people!!  = )

While the day was dragging along I decided it was absolutely the appropriate time to order Brandi Carlile tickets!!  For those of you who don't know who Brandi Carlile is, shame on you.  Really, you should see my face right now just thinking about someone who hasn't experienced the awesomeness of Brandi.  It looks like this...

OK, if you really haven't heard her, click on this...My HERO. 

By the way, those are wrinkles on my forehead from furrowing my brow at you!

So, the plan is that The Husband and I will head up to Bellingham to see Brandi one last time before the baby gets here.  I know we'll see her after the baby gets here, but this will be our little pre-baby vacation. 

Oh, I also got a package today from Old Navy with the cutest maternity tank top!!  Woo HOO for cute, affordable maternity clothes!!

am I a 14 year old girl?

So, as you know, I work in a high school so am privy to a lot of great TV talk.  I've realized lately that I watch all of the same shows as my 14 year old freshmen girls.  Should I feel bad about that?  I think my sister watches tween/teen shows, too...right Sister?  Have I sparked your interest?  Are you ready to make fun of me?

So, my favorite 3 channels are pretty much Bravo, HGTV, and ABC Family.

My current favorite 14 year old girl shows are:
Pretty Little Liars and Switched at Birth - both are on ABC Family and about high school kids.  I also thoroughly enjoy Make It or Break It (another classic ABC Family show about teenage gymnasts).

I'm not really sure why I'm drawn to these shows because the acting is pretty bad, but I'm still a little obsessed.  The real puzzle is how I get The Husband to be just as hooked as I am.  Am I a 14 year old girl who married another 14 year old girl?  Honestly, I'll DVR an episode and watch it before he gets home from work and when he finds out he'll be like "Oh, thanks for watching it without me, did you at least save it?"

What are your guilty pleasure TV shows??

When I said I'd blog everyday I didn't say they would be good.  = )

long day

Has anyone ever taken something away from you that wasn't necessarily yours to begin with, but still stings when it's gone?

Today my principal gave my room to another outside organization that works in the school without even talking to me about it first.  The girl who works for that organization is constantly complaining about not having enough space.  Her solution: go in with her boss and ask for my room.  Here are some quick facts:

She works 3 days a week - I work 5 days a week
She serves a specific set of students - I serve all students
She has been at the school for less than a year - I have been there for 4 years
Students don't like to hang out in her room - Students rely on my room as a safe place to hang out

There is another one, but I probably shouldn't blog about it.  Let's just say I've never had a student complain about me or my behavior.

Makes me think about my return from maternity leave...and if my work is even valued enough to make it worth coming back.

This is definitely new for me...

third trimester...more house projects

So, today officially marks our 28th week and the beginning of our 3rd trimester.  For those women who say pregnancy flies by and is the most wonderful time of your life...I'm calling your shit.  We found out we were pregnant the day after Christmas, which feels like a year ago...at least.  I'm not sure if that is because I love Christmas so much or it seriously felt like a year ago, but the combo is enough to say I've been pregnant forever.

My new goal is update everyday of my 3rd trimester...a little experiment.  I got an email update welcoming me to, and I quote, "the trimester where you'll experience heartburn, indigestion, hemorrhoids, leg cramps, sleepless nights, stretchmarks, and varicose veins...but you'll finally get to meet your adorable baby!".  To the person that wrote that, and I quote, "fuck you!".  The only one of those I've experienced so far is sleepless nights, but that was my life before pregnancy so I'm used to it.

The Husband is in super house repair mode now...which is crazy if you've seen our cute little "cottage by the park" house.  Some things do not need to be redone, torn out or completely changed.  Paint on the other hand...is something we could do a lot more of and by "we" I mean him because 'I'm not supposed to'.  = )

New projects/project updates:

The Nursery
It is almost done!!  It's painted a nice, soothing green and I stenciled a birch tree on the wall between the crib and the changing table.  We got a great white faux animal fur rug, framed some cute art, and bought one of those 9 cube storage units with canvas baskets for the closet.  It's pretty stinkin' adorable if you ask me!  Now the finishing touches are curtains for the closet and the window, which my mom has volunteered to make (thanks mama) and a quick one-day update on the half bath in the bedroom, which pretty much needs a new sink and some tile on the floor.  My dad can help The Husband knock that out in a day.

Our Bedroom
There was nothing wrong with our bedroom before...other than the fact that our house is 104 years old so closet space is terrible and the actual dimensions of the room are small, but who needs a grandoise master suite?  Is that where you're going to bring your guests during your Christmas party?  Are you going to sleep in the living room and spend your waking hours admiring your huge bedroom?  I don't think so.  Who cares about a smaller bedroom?  I HATE those people on House Hunters that claim to want an old craftsman, but bitch about a small room (and then I find out it's actually bigger than ours) and how their massive California king bed and ugly furniture just won't fit.  Sorry, I kind of got off track.  We bought our first real, adult bed frame and decided to repaint the room a cool blue.  The bed is here and put together, but the painting just happened today!  We also moved the bed to a different wall because I sleep better facing north to south and our bed was east to west.  I know that sounds weird, but it makes a difference to me.  There are articles if you don't believe me.

The Yard
This is totally The Husbands turf, but I'm proud of what he's done.  We constantly have people walking down our street to get to Lincoln Park that stop in front of our house and stare.  A lot of people have lived in the neighborhood for years and can't believe what we've done to it in 2 years, but some people have never seen it and just stop to say how sweet and cute it looks.  The Husband ripped out all of the grass, brought in new dirt, and had the lawn hydro-seeded in the fall.  Our grass is green, the lawn is flat and he keeps it mowed...with pretty diagonal lines.  I'll admit, the grass is awesome.  Even the neighbor, a 4 year old, prefers our yard to his.  He is constantly climbing over the fence while announcing that he is "going over to Derek's yard".  We also installed a fountain to block out the street noise on the back side of our house, The Hubs installed new electrical so we no longer have to run an extension cord to said fountain.  We have a real garden where I've planted carrots, cucumbers, peppers, tomatoes, basil and strawberries!  We have amazing wildflowers starting to sprout (thanks to my sisters wedding favors) and some beautiful plants and flowers that I make up names to because I'm not really a plant/flower person. We can't wait for summer barbecues!!

The Basement
We haven't touched it other than buying a new leather sectional.  It still needs a bedroom door and the painting needs to be finished.  The Husband only rolls.  He refuses to "cut in".  I have a ridiculously steady hand, which I think I get from my dad, but that doesn't help when I'm not supposed to paint.  I'm not posting pictures of the basement until it's done...sorry!

I think that's good, right?  But, will everything be ready before baby boy Beals' gets here??