Month: March 2007 (page 1 of 4)


Photo Hunt


This photo was taken at Lost Kennywood in Kennywood Park in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania last year.

Kennywood is a very special place for me. I’ve visited there every summer for as long as I can remember. I rode my first roller coaster and saw fireworks for the first time there. I’ve made some great memories at this place and look forward to sharing it with my children for years to come.

Beyond The Limits

There’s a strange phenomenon occuring with my husband’s pants. All of his jeans – old and new, regardless of brand – are developing holes in the very same spot – just below the zipper, a little to the side. Check it out:

Dave's Jeans

Now I’ve got to run out and buy him some new pants. I don’t know whether to feel annoyed or really lucky.

I Wish I Had A Time Machine

I’d travel to a time when I could catch up on some sleep, because man, I’m tired.

5 Haiku Thoughts

Income tax refund
When oh when are you coming?
I’m broke. I need you.

Sweet nectar of life
My Diet Dr. Pepper
Oh how I miss you

My head, how it aches
This caffeine-free pregnancy
Is kicking my ass

Dishes in the sink
I hate you and I hate you
Dish fairy, please come

Sanjaya please go
You could just quit or something
Yeah, quitting sounds good

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

When I think about my pregnancy with Julia, I smile. I think about how my thin limp hair transformed into full, lucious locks of silk; how my brittle fingernails grew strong and thick; the way my tired and overworked body suddenly plugged into this amazing energy source where I could work all day, make love all night and still have time to fold and re-fold a dresser full of baby clothes five or six times. I think of the smiling faces, nodding with approval at the sight of my baby belly and the warm hands that couldn’t resist giving it a pat – a truly liberating experience after years of sucking that gut in to hide the mass. Pregnancy: such a happy, hopeful, I-Am-Woman-Hear-Me-Roar kind of time.

This morning, as I clung to the toilet, I remembered something mid-dry heave: The first trimester. All that happy junk I mentioned? That was the second trimester. I seemed to have forgotten those first three months, but it all came rushing back to me as quickly as my breakfast rushed into the toilet. I thought about the morning I puked in a Wal-Mart bag all the way to work. I remembered how angry I was at Dave during those first three months; how I threw shoes at him, threatened to leave him and actually did once for about an hour. I remember the cold feeling of the bathroom floor as I rocked back and forth on hands and knees and begged God to please, just let me poop and I remember how Dave and I deemed the phrase “ring of fire” as code for “God just answered my prayer.” I’d unlocked the box that was holding all those memories of sleepless nights, feeling bloated and not yet looking pregnant, but just looking fatter, and the crying. Oh, the crying. Lots and lots and lots of crying.

Tonight, as I sit here drinking my one billionth bottle of water, crying over Sanjaya’s faux hawk on American Idol, and worried sick that I wasn’t able to actually eat anything at all today knowing my unborn child is starving, I am trying to remember that the second trimester is coming. Only 55 days away…

A Priceless Monet

Here’s ours:


How much do you think she’s worth?

I love her endlessly and couldn’t put a price on her, but if I had to…I have a stack of vet bills I could begin adding. And tomorrow, they’re going to grow some more as she is scheduled to have surgery. Over the past few weeks, we’ve discovered that Monet has mammary hyperplasia (i.e. the incredible expanding cat boob disease). She’s got three pair of human size boobies and is about as uncomfortable as you might feel if you had six DDD breasts hanging off your chest and abdomen, growing bigger by the day. Tomorrow, she’s having a sextuple masectomy. And then she’s getting spayed. It probably won’t be her best day.

So, if you believe in God or the power of positive thinking or crystals or whatever, perhaps you’ll say a prayer, send a good thought, rub your crystal or do whatever it is you do to send some love vibes into the universe for Monet and the rest of us who care for her so much. I think we need it.

When I Think About Music, I Tag Myself

My good pal Gunfighter was tagged for an awesome music meme in which he was supposed to share 7 songs he is currently into right now and then tag 7 people. He tagged 7, including my husband. Then, he tagged two more. I was not one of those 7 9 people, so I’ve decided to tag myself. Ha!

Here are 7 songs that I can’t get enough of right now, in no particular order.

1. Herman’s Hermits – I’m Into Something Good This is one of the hap-hap-happiest feel-good songs you’ll ever hear. How can you resist it? YouTube video.

2. Dire Straits – Walk Of Life This is THE song. It’s the one I go for first in the car and will repeat again and again until someone cracks and forces me to change it. YouTube video.

3. The Beatles – Here Comes The Sun The Beatles are always in my rotation. This is one of my favorites. If I had to choose a song to describe how it felt to become a mother, it would be this one. YouTube Video.

4. Joe Satriani – Always With Me, Always With You When guitar sounds this good, you don’t need any words. YouTube Video.

5. Sum 41 – Fat Lip I’m crazy about this song thanks to Guitar Hero. I have my own version of what I thought the lyrics were before I got the real song. Either way, this one has really grown on me. YouTube Video.

6. Smoking Popes – Lucky Day This has been a daily listen for years. I love it, love it, love it. And then I love it some more. I couldn’t find a YouTube video for it, so be sure to click on that Amazon link and scroll for the song samples. Listen to it. You’ll love it, too.

7. Cheap Trick – If You Want My Love I love me some Cheap Trick. And I love you. I play this and think of you. I know, I know. You’re sitting there thinking, “Who me? She can’t mean me.” Yes. You. It’s all about you. And me. And me thinking about you. YouTube Video.

Since I’m an illegal participant in this meme, I won’t tag anyone. If you want to play, go for it! Then, tell me. I’d love to know what you’re listening to now.


Photo Hunt


This photo seemed especially empty since I had taken this one just before it:

Not Empty

What Else Is A Mommy Blog For?

Look at my daughter! Isn’t she beautiful?

Silly girl.

Here she is at Silly Hat, Shirt and Sock Day at Kindermusik.

Silly hat, shirt and sock day.

Okay, The Ramones shirt is exactly “silly,” but it isn’t one I’d normally dress her in for Kindermusik. Anyway, it was either that one or the shirt that said, “I may be small, but I’m the boss,” which isn’t really silly, it’s true.

The Rebel Aloof

What do you think? Rebel Rock Star or Suffering Artist?

The Resolution Of All The Fruitless Searches

Dave and I had to switch our medical insurance all around since we moved back in September and it wasn’t an easy transition. It was January before all the kinks were ironed out and we received the correct insurance cards for the correct network and all that hoo ha junk. Given all of that, I had yet to establish myself with an Obstetrician/Gynecologist. After the positive pregnancy test, we pulled out the directory of OB/GYN’s serving our corner of the cornfield in Ohio and it didn’t look good.

I prefer a female doctor for my female parts, but the nearest one was a man 26 miles away. He only had office hours on Thursdays and couldn’t see me for a few weeks, so we kept looking. The next nearest one was a woman, but she was no longer delivering babies. After an anxiety attack, lots of foot stomping, many tears and even more phone calls, we found someone. She was only 48 short miles away! It would only take one hour and seventeen minutes to get there! Yahoo! Jackpot!

Actually, it was the jackpot.

Yesterday, I visited my brand new goddess of an Obstetrician who I would marry if I weren’t already committed to Dave. She’s incredible. She was kind, attentive, encouraging and supportive. She wanted to know what I thought and what I wanted. She had options – she gave me options! I never knew I had so many choices before! She asked about my expectations, hopes and fears. It was kind of like a first date, especially considering the fact that I bought new underwear for her, even though it wasn’t likely she’d see them, but just in case. And after my pelvic exam, she left a little packet of disposable wipes so I could clean up. No doctor had ever done that before! The only thing missing was a note – These are for you, my darling. Love, The Doctor – but I understood the sentiment without it. She cared about me. It was such an amazing and refreshing experience after going to the Anti-Family Doctor of Doom I had back in West Virginia.

The most important thing my new love doctor did was confirm that I am knocked up with child. My due date is November 26th. I am 4 weeks and 3 days pregnant. Right now, Baby Grimmett is about a quarter of an inch in size and while the eyes, nose and external ears are not yet visible, there is a heartbeat.

A heartbeat.

Writing that just made me cry.

I also cried when I clicked on the “Obstetrics” link for my doctor’s web page. The song “I’m Into Something Good” by Herman’s Hermits made me well up with tears earlier today. And I cried when I told my mother I had a banana for breakfast. I am on a hormone-fueled roller coaster ride that is traveling faster than a speeding husband sent to get ice cream at the IGA. As crazy as it all is right now, there’s still no ride I’d rather be on, because at the end, you get a baby. And we all really want one of those around here.

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