Saturday, May 30, 2009

Downright Boring.

You know, I thought my posts got boring when we started school. Grades, tests, random bits of interesting information, tedious recitation of our daily schedule. But then school ended, Damm went off to Basic, and life truly got boring. And so my posts are correspondingly boring. At least I feel like they are :D

June 10 & 11 we're going to Alberquerque to visit the zoo. The Orclette and I got our own hotel room so it's promising to be a pretty fun trip. I like staying in hotels-I associate it with the vacations and soccer tournaments my family frequently went on/to. I like going down to the continental breakfast that most hotels now offer and leisurly eating breakfast, drinking the usually non-drinkable coffee (but not drinking it is not an option. Coffee addict speaking :). I guess it's one of the few times I actually relax and shift into low gear. Go figure. Anyway, I have, on occasion, gotten a hotel room by myself simply to accomplish that relaxing. It's like going to a spa. Or taking a vacation.

Other interesting tidbits .... I Netflix'd "Eureka" because I don't think even I could handle going through all the Gilmore Girls' seasons a 3rd time without some sort of break. And since the Orclette actually watches the t.v. now and repeats things she hears ... I'm very limited in what I can put on. And I'm not watching children's shows. Sorry. They drive me nuts. We're just gonna bypass all of that. My aunt did the same thing-when her kids were allowed to turn on the t.v. it was the Animal Channel or the Discovery Channel or the History Channel. They're all pretty smart-the oldest one is going into public school (they're all homeschooled) so she can attend the Governor's School for the Arts. Or something like that. Now I just need to expand my cable so I get those channels, but Damm forgot to leave me his password to our account information.

And my Orclette woke up so I must go.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Yay for Late Nights

It actually was a late night. I fell asleep around 8 p.m. last night only to wake up at 11:50. The Orclette had a poopy diaper, which I changed, and then we both fell back asleep. I woke up again around 2:30, couldn't fall back asleep, and ended up finishing my current book of choice. Then another poopy diaper at 5:15 and another at 6 a.m. She isn't showing any signs of being sick so I'm going to blame teething. But today is going to be rough.

We're in the middle of painting my lovely low table that was painted hideous colors of yellow and red a dark spruce. Actually it isn't we, it's my mother-in-law Audrey. Pregnant people shouldn't be near fumes. So I get to sit in my lovely rocking chair and watch :D

We tried to watch "Beverly Hills Chihuahua" last night but I didn't get through 10 minutes. Boring boring boring. But then I've been finding a lot of movies boring that were Damm here I'd actually be interested in. Terminator: Salvation on Saturday. I'm sure I won't have any problems getting through that.

Yesterday I went to the gym in my overlarge men's t-shirt and comfy shorts. I can't do all the exercises I used to do but I still mingle with the muscled young dudes (and some old ones). I do harder routines on the cardio machines than some of the non-pregnant person. And I've written all this before-but yesterday this little thin thing came in. Barely there cami, and the little short shorts. She stayed maybe 15 minutes and of course drew all male eyes. She left at the same time I did and I got to see what was written on the back of the tiny short shorts. "Fucker." Hehe. She wasn't there to work out. And I guess she isn't concerned about people knowing her intentions. No one could possibly mistake my intentions. Not in my overlarge t-shirts.

Not really anything else exciting going on. Just our daily, somewhat monotonous but maintainable routine, broken up by lunches with my 2 friends (hey, that's more than I had in Missouri), movies with the bro-in-law & father-in-law, and exciting drives into El Paso with the mom-in-law (50 minutes away) to go to stores that don't exist in Las Cruces (like Michaels, Olive Garden, etc.).

I have been thinking about setting up all my Christmas decorations early. Not now, but possibly in October. I figured it might cheer me up and make that last month of separation easier. We'll see. I'm really curious as to how this second child's personality will turn out. Quiet and easily carried around? Or like the Orclette who screamed for the first 3 months of her life? Actually, she complained until she figured out crawling. Once she could locomote herself life became happy. Anyway, all my plans after the birth really depend on second child's personality. Except for working out. Bataan here I come!

I think more caffeine is needed. Maybe icecream too, since my mental defenses have been wiped away by lack-of-sleep. We'll see.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Memorial Day

Memorial Day means, at least to me and my family, big humongo soccer tournaments. I know what it's actually about, of course, but all the soccer clubs would host their biggest and bestest tournament on that date because they could stretch it out over 3 days. This year, however, the Day is very different for me.

Damm is only gone for training, not deployed in any danger zones, but my imagination is excellent. I can't watch the videos they played at church, with the graveyards and the soldiers saluting their fallen comrades. I tear up at the patriotic songs. And until Damm is retired from the military I don't know that I will ever enjoy this day. Respect, yes, honor, yes, but it will be a hard day to get through.

Now on to happier things.

The past 2 days I've played a DK over on Trollbane while the Orclette took her nap. Trollbane because bro-in-law is over there and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. And I know I'm really, really late to this discovery, but: DK is fun! And OP! I chose unholy because of the gross little zombie minion you get. I've got a lot of buttons to figure out, but it's been a blast. So I figure I might head back on over to Kael'thas and level up Woofwoof, my DK belonging to the Sidhe Devils. Of course, today might be the day Orclette decides she doesn't need a nap.

We watched Underworld 3 last night. Thank goodness the Orclette didn't pay attention to the movie-there was considerably more blood in this one than in the previous two. I liked it-I hope they have another one carrying on Selene's storyline though. I missed Kate Beckingsale. This Saturday father-in-law and bro-in-law will be watching Terminator: Salvation (sans child). Christian Bale. /sigh. So pretty.

This past weekend I bought almost all the furniture I needed to redecorate my apartment for a mere $103. It all needs to be painted-a table I bought is currently in hideous shades of red and yellow-but everything is in good condition. One of the bookcases survived a trip across the highway with only road marks on it-no damage to the actual bookcase whatsoever. So I'm happy. It is rather frustrating that I can't do any of the painting myself, however. 11 weeks til that changes. Mother-in-law has kindly offered to paint everything for me.

11 weeks. I already feel quite fat enough to be 9 months pregnant. Not just fat fat but expanding. Now, everyone I know says "But wulfa, you're pregnant. You're supposed to be getting bigger." And I know that. But to someone who has spent over half her life trying to be slim, trim, and toned, any expansion, no matter what the reason, is really hard to take. 20 pounds gained so far, which means I'm still within the arbitrary guidelines (who came up with them?) of a 25-35 pd. weight gain. The high end of that, but still. Better than with the Orclette. My lower back aches now, my arms fall asleep at night and get sore, heartburn is a frequent companion, and quite a few other things. The wonders of being pregnant :) And it's so not true that you forget all the hardships of pregnancy and labor. I remember quite vividly. But we must have some sort of brain malfunction that tricks us into doing the whole process again. Could I get someone to remove that, please?

Damm has finally recieved my letters. He's, in his own words, "floating on cloud 9." From what he writes it sounds as if he's adapting to the grueling schedule and making friends. No call yet, but he tells me that calling is a random privilege for now. 6 weeks 2 days til we see him at his graduation.

Well folks, my brain needs coffee. And the soul needs chocolate. Laters.