Monday, July 28, 2008

The crackers, my god the crackers!

I've heard about pregnancy hormones, but its one of those things that you hear and are like, uh-huh whatever. Meaning, I didn't really believe in them. I just thought it was an excuse for women to be really bitchy and just blame it on hormones. K, I believe in them now.

Lance and I had gone out for our now traditional Saturday lunch time bucket 'o shrimp at the Waterfront. You can get a whole big bucket of shrimp there for half price on Saturdays! Awesome deal. There is no better lunch than shrimp and a salad on the side, AND it is very good/healthy for baby. But anyway, Lance had ordered a cup of soup and with the soup they brought this basket of crackers. As we're eating and talking and almost at the end of our meal I start fiddling with the basket of crackers. I had a memory flash of going out to eat with my grandparents and them always either eating the crackers or putting them in their purse to take home. I was telling Lance this and was like, isn't it weird that they used to eat crackers at a restaurant? All of a sudden, with no warning, I burst into tears. The crackers had pushed me over the edge. To be fair, it was the memories of my grandparents, the crackers just triggered it all. I could not get the sobbing under control, it was the kind where you are crying into hiccups and the tears are just streaming down your face. I feel bad for the diners around us, they were probably wondering what on earth had happened to me.

Lance kept talking to me in soothing tones, telling me its okay, its okay. I'm like, you gotta get me out of here. He paid and ushered me outside where I continued to sob and sob. In the car a-ways down the road, I was finally able to pull it together. Holy cow, no more thinking about crackers OR grandparents during this pregnancy. 

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

A Henry Story

Its been awhile, so its time for another little baby Henry story. Actually, we're going to have to stop calling him that, because I think he may be a 20 pounder now...he's neither little, nor a baby anymore.

So, working on the house, all the screens have been taken off to be scraped, repaired, painted, and re-screened. I did my part - I painted them all! But because we're screen-less, I went and got a few of those temporary expandable screens to put in the windows. This story is from maybe a month or so ago, because if was fairly comfortable outside and I wanted the windows open - now its just hot and I want the air on :)

Anyway, I'm in the kitchen ready to put in my first temporary screen and Henry jumps up onto the counter to see what I'm doing. He pays very close attention to my every move. At the time, I thought weird, its almost like he is studying me -but whatever. So I open the window, insert the screen, expand it out to the right width and then pull the window down on top of the screen. Turns out the window is a just a titch wider than the screen, so it didn't fit super tight, but certainly well enough.

I then move away from the window and am doing something else in the kitchen when I see Henry out of the corner of my eye. I stop what I'm doing to watch him. He went up to the screen, sat down, put a paw out to the screen and tapped. I see him go, tap, tap, tap, slide. Just to reiterate, he tap tapped a couple times on the screen and then slid it open! He WAS studying me!! Freaking cat opened the window. This cat never ceases to amaze me. Even though he has a tendency to be very naughty, he also seems to be brilliant at times.

Monday, July 21, 2008

The Woz


I was out in Vegas last week for a work conference. Whew, it was freaking HOT out there!! For whatever reason I felt compelled to walk from my hotel (The Palazzo) to The Bellagio. Preggers, and 107 degrees don't go well together. When I finally made it to the Bellagio, I had to sit in their lobby for awhile taking in the A/C. Lance told me out of all hotels to see there, I should try and see the fountains at the Bellagio because they're so pretty. So I got most of the sweat wiped away and I started wandering around the hotel looking for these pretty fountains. I saw a pretty ceiling, a pretty inside garden, but no pretty fountains. huh?

I wasn't about to ask anybody, because it seemed like something I should probably just know. After wandering around for awhile, I decided I needed to conserve my energy for the hike back rather than continuing to hunt down these elusive fountains. I got back outside and realized, hey, there is like this really big lake here...looking closer, I saw there were these strips running all over the bottom of it. Putting 2 and 2 together, I realized THAT was where these pretty fountains were supposed to be - but they weren't even freaking turned on! $@&%*@!

About an hour later, I made it back to my room to lay down and put my feet up - they had gotten all swollen after that little adventure.

BUT, later that day, my conference started and the keynote was given by Mr. Steve Wozniak - woohoo! Having been to see Mr. Steve Jobs numerous times, I expected to have to wait in line to get in the room, at least a little bit. But this conference was more of an application specific type deal rather than a full fledged geek-fest. When I got to the keynote room an hour and a half before it was supposed to start, the hallway was empty. EMPTY! Do these people not know who the Woz is?? So on the floor I sat, waiting for the crowds to come, but they never did. When the doors opened about 30 minutes prior to speech time, I was in the door and at the front of the room before I could even blink. Front and center! As it got closer to start time, the room actually filled all the way up. The Woz came in on a Segway and zoomed around the room for awhile before taking the stage. After his speech, I stood in a surprisingly short line to meet him and get him to sign his book for me. That was pretty fucking cool :) I told him years ago on a trip to California, I drove by THE garage and he laughed and knew exactly what I was talking about.