Monday, July 20, 2009

strawberries, raspberries and olive juice ... oh my.

well ... i might not be around here often, but i do check in occasionally ... and sometimes i even stop long enough to think about potentially writing a blog post ...
and then ...
life gets in the way.

which is a good sorta thing to be happening. i guess.

and then tonight ... as i was randomly attempting to do various things around the house, i realized that ... AHA! ... random is really where everything is at anyways.

remember random tuesday thoughts?
randomtuesday
the unmom?
because i suck like that ... i haven't visited her in awhile either ... but random pregnancy thoughts are a perfect way to acknowledge the fact that i'm still alive. and i hope that i actually get an opportunity to link up sometime tomorrow.

and still thankful that some of you come back to visit and comment and say hi. because yes ... i have noticed several of you disappearing. sorry if i said something ... or more likely ... sorry that i haven't been saying anything.

but back to random thoughts of a pregnant woman.
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SELF to self ... wow. i am super hungry. i wish i was hungry for SOMETHING.
self to SELF ... pregnant woman are always supposed to be hungry for pickles and ice cream ...
SELF to self ... hmmmm. yum. that sounds so good. is chocolate ice cream ok?

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self to SELF ... picking strawberries was sure a fun activity to do with the kids.
SELF to self ... then why don't you blog about it?
self to SELF ... and include super cute pictures?
SELF to self ... and then edit them ... so they are super super cute?
self to SELF ... oh! and then i could totally lie and tell everyone that reads my blog that i'll post about the strawberry escapades the next day!
SELF to self ... excellent idea! and then don't. for at least a week. maybe two.
self to SELF ... wow! i'm so glad that i thought of that!

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SELF to self ... i really wish that people would only name their kids names that have tops 5 letters.
self to SELF ... why?
SELF to self ... because metal stamping 8 or 9 letters on a disc can be really REALLY time consuming. and slightly frustrating. but in the end really cool ... thanks for your business!

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self to SELF ... yippee! let's take the girls to the raspberry parade!
SELF to self ... how fun! i always used to go to that parade when i was little!
self to SELF ... we can see our niece and father in law in the parade this year!

... big marching band ... PRINCESSES ... unicycleists ... PRINCESSES from another town ... drummers ... PRINCESSES from ANOTHER town ... motorcycles ... PRINCESSES from a town i've never heard of ... crazy car things that will take off your toes if they are too far into the street ... PRINCESSES from another town and i wondered where it was located and thank goodness they had a map with a star pinpointing their exact location on the back of the float ... a pony ... sprinkle in a few more PRINCESSES from various towns and cities ... add some more PRINCESSES ...

SELF to self ... they could have had fewer princesses.
self to SELF ... but we totally scored on the candy front.

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SELF to self ... i wanna nap.

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self to SELF ... a full night's sleep would be so nice.

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SELF to self ... shit. i just realized i only have two hands.
self to SELF ... and i already have two kids.
SELF to self ... what's the third kid gonna hold onto?
self to SELF ... time to invest in one of those rope thingies that daycares have that each kid holds onto a loop.
SELF to self ... is it illegal to handcuff the children to their loop?

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me to husband (see i don't just talk to myself) ... i'm sooooo thirsty.
husband to me ... drink something. (or he probably offered to get me something ... but this is my blog and it sounds more snarky that way.)
me to husband ... but nothing sounds good (probably said in a really whiny way and i probably deserved it if he said the snarky-ish drink something comment)
husband to me ... well then i can't help you. (in truth ... he probably never said that ... my blog)
me to husband ... the only thing that sounds good to drink is olive juice.
husband to me ... gross.
me to husband ... pass the olive jar please.
husband to no-one in particular ... (shaking head) (and walking away) ... disgusting.

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self to SELF ... i wonder if you can buy just the olive juice.
SELF to self ... no kidding ... the olives just kind of get in the way.

12 comments:

Casey said...

I'm suddenly in the mood for berries but no way on the olives. I'm laughing you picturing you walking your kids on one of those Jon & Kate ropes. Ha!

Sprite's Keeper said...

Sprite's daycare does the ropes. No worries there! The kids learn real quick to hang on. (It's the fights over who gets to hold which color that creates the drama.)

blissfully caffeinated said...

You drank olive juice?! You really are pregnant.

I don't worry about growing a third hand because my 5-year-old refuses to hold my hand now anyway. She's too cool. It breaks my heart but I guess now it works out nicely since I'm gonna need that extra hand soon.

Glad you are doing OK!

amanda said...

it is crazy what prego hormones to do your thoughts isn't it??

love it friend!

and next year can i come to the parade??

i will bring olive juice :)

The Laughing Idiot said...

Hysterical!

I have a solution for you - shopping cart. At least to get them into the store. There's always one in the cart corral (those cart boys aren't very ambitious). Stick one in the baby seat, one in the basket & the five year old can stand on the end. If it's one of the Sam's carts you can get two kids in the basket. Avoid stores that don't have carts.

Pamela said...

I am so very grossed out by the olive juice. I need to go eat something that isn't pickled now. Or salty. Or that smacks of olives.

Shangrila said...

Hey! I didn't know that you're pregnant! CONGRATULATIONS! I am soooo jealous. Don't worry about holding hands-you can tell the girls to hold hands and then "hold onto mama". They'll grab your elbow or your jacket and be safe. Another thing my kids do are each grab one of my fingers-works like a charm! :)

Raising Z said...

I am dying laughing over here right now ;) From one prego to another...I am right there with you (although not with the olive juice...I HATE olives). My mom is here right now and as a mother of three, she says that you don't need three hands or a loopy thing....you just need an oldest child (that would be me) who loves to boss the younger siblings around and keeps everyone in line :)

Keely said...

lol, I'm sure you'll figure out a system of ropes and pulleys that will keep them all organized!

I never had weird cravings when I was pregnant. I used it to justify eating a lot of ice cream, but it wasn't technically a CRAVING.

Lorri said...

I remember worrying about the hand holding thing when I was pregnant with the third of the misses Lorri. Then I realized it wasn't a big deal anyway because once there were three of them I was never going to get out of the house anyway. Never. Ever. Again.
Of course that was pregnancy hormonal overload (it only lasts a few years after you give birth so don't worry...), and Misses Lorri 1 and 2 were only too happy to police one another on the hand holding thing. Nice to see some posts here again, Jen. I enjoy your writing.

bernthis said...

myself to you: I would rather drink motor oil than olive juice

Heather of the EO said...

Pregnancy really is so weird. Olive juice. EEEEEW.