Pickles and Ice Cream

I seem to be having all these odd cravings lately; maybe being pregnant has something to do with it. HHHhhmmmm, maybe. Yes, it’s official people, we’re having a BABY!!!! Sometime in the middle of July, we will have our own little Jessichad, or Chadica, and we’re so excited.

Luckily, I’m getting past the nausea stage, little by little. It has been stinkin’ torture feeling nauseated ALL DAY LONG, and having your throat burn, and being hungry, while everything in the kitchen looks disgusting. Finally my appetite is starting to return, and I can start eating like a normal human again, who has normal taste buds. Yeah, morning sickness is a stinkin’ myth people!!! Try ALL DAY SICKNESS…..morning? That’s a luxury!!!! Morning only? PUH!!!

Over the past month I’ve craved, pickles, raw veggies, Little Caesars $5 pizza w/o the cheese (yum), anything citrus, (including Tostito’s, Hint of Lime chips…yum!) tons of milk, toast, mac and cheese (easy-mac was kinda a lifesaver for a few weeks….the easiest meal ever, that I actually liked), granny smith apples, manzanilla olives, and light popcorn…..yeah, not the healthiest bunch, but it’s better to eat something, than nothing. And BTW, I don’t crave pickles and ice cream…..together anyway. That still sounds disgusting. Even the picture on this post is pretty gag-a-rific. Yeah, I can’t look at it anymore……GROSS….EEEWWW…..BLECK!!!!

Meat, mostly chicken and beef, anything fishy, and surprisingly most chocolate things, completely gross me out. Well, those chicken nuggets that have been on the McDonald’s commercials lately do look good.

“When I dip, you dip, we dip.” Anyone remember that corny hip-hop song? Well, I had a whole night dedicated to it. Cravings and food aversions were raging. All I wanted were raw fruits and veggies, and bread. So, I had “dipping” night. I dipped veggies in dressing, apples in caramel (just a little), and planned on dipping baguette pieces in oil and balsamic vinegar, but had toast instead. Yes, I danced a LITTLE hip-hop, and then Chad brought home cookie dough, and I dipped cookies in milk. What a lovely evening. Luckily, Chad wasn’t home, so he didn’t have to eat my weird dinner.

Also, I turn into a prune every night. Nice and wrinkly……MMMMmmmmmm. I LOVE THE BATHTUB. Get me in the bath!!! Right after work, I hit the tub. And our lovely water heater only has enough hot water to fill the tub half full!!!! What?????!!!! LAME!!!! ‘Course, it’s probably good, cuz it’s impossible for me to get overheated.

So, that’s part of my journey so far. Chad has been wonderful, and so has all my family. Thank you so much for making things easy on me! I am seriously beyond thankful!!!

Death, Gigs, Anti-Stepford-Wife-itis, and Callings

Time for an update, eh?


So....recently we had a death in our family. Our goldfish died. As he was flushed, I cried. I think the last time I cried about a dead pet fish, I was in the 3rd grade. But this was a special fish PEOPLE!!! For our wedding reception, we had live goldfish for the centerpieces. Chad and I took 2 home, as did some guests, including the Knerrs who named their fish, Chad and Jessica : ) Well, Chad's fish, Gus Gus, died about 2 years ago, and I thought it was an omen that Chad would be the first to die....how optimistic of me, I know....but luckily....the Knerrs' fish, Jessica, died first, so the two cancelled each other out. Anywho....my fish, Bruno, died a few days ago....that made him at least 3 and 3/4 years OLD!!! Talk about a record! But as you can see, Bruno was quite sentimental to us....well.....to me. Chad wouldn't even attend the funeral in the bathroom, where I sang, "God be with you 'til we meet again." (Erica....remember our bouncy ball funeral?) He said it was because he didn't want to see Bruno in the toilet, but I really doubt it. Sounds a bit....fishy....to me. Don't you love bad puns?

I couldn't resist capturing my feelings....well....I was kinda bored. Didn't he have a beautiful bowl? EMPTY....like my heart.

I hope you can be still be my fish in heaven. (This is really true.)
Luckily, we still have Dakota!
Watching for squirrels.
Moving on. I got my first paying piano gig! Yahoo! It feels really good actually, since I always play the piano for free....and now I'll be getting paid. You are looking at the assistant accompaniest for Springfield High School's Spring Musical! I'm really excited because I'll be able to be a part of SHS Theater again, at least in some small way. I really would have done it for free, but they offered.....and.....I couldn't say no, because I'm going to have to spend MANY hours practicing 280 pages of music. They'll be performing, "Dam# Yankees." Is it a bad sign that the show title has a curse word? NAH!

Anti-Stepford-Wife-itis. I DO NOT want to clean, cook, or get ready. I am still doing these things....well.....less cooking......but I'm so sick of getting ready! Why did someone have to invent the hairdryer, and hair straightener, and make-up, and all this crud? Why can't we be all-natural like guys? But, sadly, I am SO ACCUSTOMED to smooth, straight hair, and a lightly "painted" face that I dare not go ANYWHERE w/o it. Except for those late night trips to get a red-box or animal crackers (love 'em) where you inevitably run into someone you haven't seen for a long time. Why can't haggard be the new beautiful? Yeah....I don't see that happening any time soon.

So....the primary president must have read my last blog, because I have a new calling. I'm the Primary Chorister! Those poor little children. JK. I think I'm doing okay, and it has been going really well so far. I'm already doing silly things like wearing aprons and conducting with spatulas. We currently have 10 sunbeams, and at the beginning of the year, we'll have 10 NEW sunbeams....oh boy....and that's all I'm gonna say.
Like I said, I was bored, and I don't really like watching TV.