Sunday, May 25, 2008


Isn't this supposed to be the worst type of conflict? When you have two choices and you don't really want either one?

It doesn't even accurately describe this conflict, because I have an option I DO want, I just can't have it.

We have to move. Absolutely. There is not enough room here for a baby. We have our room, and we have the second bedroom, which houses Stephen's online business. And that's it. There's nowhere else to put the business, and there's nowhere else to put a baby. And that really sucks because I could live in this condo for the rest of my life.

I really love this place. I love the kitchen, I picked everything out myself. I love that it's big enough for us, but small enough that it's easy to clean. I love the washing machine in our unit- and we're all on one level, so no carrying laundry up and down stairs. The fact that someone ELSE mows the lawn and shovels the snow and fixes the roof and calls ComEd when the power goes out. I love the gym in the building. And wow, I REALLY love this neighborhood.

Unfortunately, so does the rest of the world, since the single family homes in this neighborhood are the most expensive in the city. This isn't really surprising, I'm a lowest common denominator kind of girl. But it's not just that, it's also the fact that things like easy access to the Brown Line (by far the best El line in the city), cute little stores, awesome restaurants, friendly bars, and lots of grocery stores make for good places to live.

So we have to move and we can't stay here. And that really sucks. But at the same time, we HAVE to. The condo has to get sold, we have to settle on a house (which we mostly have, I think, unless it sells before we sell our place), and we have to leave. So I find myself desperately wanting the condo to sell, scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, folding and refolding everything in the closet, and buying new towels so the bathrooms look nicer, hoping someone will love it as much as we do. At the same time, I think, well, if it took a long time, that wouldn't be such a bad thing...


We have to sell the condo and we have to move. I just wish I were more excited about that.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

photographic evidence of my awesomeness

Since Henry looks so much like Tim, I thought maybe looking at pictures of myself as a little kid would give me a hint what this kid will look like (please god, all I ask is that s/he gets Stephen's teeth...). I don't know if I learned anything more about what the kid will look like, but I do know more about myself as a kid.

I was, um, not exactly ladylike?

For example, Christmas when I was six or seven years old (we don't have a scanner right now, so these are digital pictures of pictures- not the clearest, but you get the idea):


The best thing about this picture is that I guarantee you my mom insisted I leave my shoes on because the feet of my tights were dirty. So, you know, at least you can't see that.

But a year later, I was a year older, and I had learned...right?


It would appear the only thing I learned in that year was how to convince my mom that it didn't matter if my tights were dirty.

And in case you think I'm overreacting, neither of these pictures is any big deal, and really, I was quite ladylike, well, I leave you with this:


Tuesday, May 20, 2008

So here's a fun game.

Take my husband to the suburbs.

I'm not talking about Evanston or Oak Park or even Park Ridge, but the farther suburbs, like Aurora.

He is actually personally offended by them. I mean, he gets REALLY mad when he sees strip malls and Hobby Lobbies and whatnot.

I pointed this out to him this weekend and we both laughed and he still wasn't sure why they offend him so much, but they definitely do.

It defies explanation, but when you consider some of the seriously silly things people choose to get offended over sometimes, well, at least it's amusing.

Friday, May 16, 2008

M. Night Shyamalan

I am trying to decide whether or not to see his new movie.

I really loved the Sixth Sense. I completely fell for the twist, and I thought it was a totally unique and oddly sweet story. I really loved Signs. I think it's genuinely scary and even though I know a lot of people hated the ending (and I agree, one should NEVER show the monster), but I liked it. It reminded me of a Prayer for Owen Meany, how all these seemingly odd things came together to serve a purpose. Unbreakable was okay, it seemed like it should've been better than it was in the end, though.

I totally hated the Village and I didn't even bother with The Lady in the Water, because it wasn't that hard to guess it was going to be a crappy movie.

It seems like the fundamental problem is that he has a really hard time telling the difference between Night the Storyteller and Night the Self-Absorbed Douchebag. Like, he doesn't filter his own ideas very well. So every movie is a crapshoot, because they all get made in the end.

I don't expect the Happening to be any kind of ground-breaking cinema, and I don't expecxt it to make any profound statements. I generally don't require that of my movies. But based on what this movie looks like it's supposed to be? I want it to scare the crap out of me. I want it to be one of those really tense movies that totally sucks you in and makes you jump and laugh at stupid jokes because you just need to relieve the tension.

I think I'll go see it. But if it sucks, I'm going to be SO annoyed.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Shake Your Rump

A certain baby was very active today, kicking and waving and shaking its little butt at its mom and dad.


It was really incredibly cool and it made me sad that we don't use video tapes anymore because I know they used to videotape people's ultrasounds for them. And probably, they could still put it on DVD but we have too much fun suing our doctors so they don't do it for that reason anymore. Anyway, as I told Rae, it's for the best. When I had a positive pregnancy test, I would stare at it like the Mirror of Erised. Let's not even think about how I'd be with a video of the ultrasound.

In other news, I am one whiny little bitch. The nausea has abated, but now I have a sore throat. One day, I'll be tolerable company again.