Shake It

So I'm dancing around the living room, shaking it and giggling (because lemme tell ya, a big pregnant belly dancing shaking? it. is. funny.), and G looks at me and says, "How much have you had to drink?"  Which only causes me to laugh more hysterically because while he was drinking scotch I had an iced tea and I'm down a cup to his 2 of coffee.  I say, "Only 1 cup of coffee, which is sad." He responds that I clearly need more because this is hilarious.

And on a more annoying note, we ordered a Jenny Lind style crib from Amazon that wasn't supposed to be here for another month or three and we're all, "That's awesome because the nursery looks like a storage room with our huge Christmas tree and ornaments and books and whatnot."  Only, Amazon is tricky and notified us this week that "good news, it'll be here the first week of October." Only tonight they're like, "Even better news, it'll be here on Wednesday."  Um, where exactly we're going to put this thing is beyond me.  I guess it can join the other big baby boxes in the kitchen.  Whatever.

I'm off to put another kettle on at midnight for more coffee, because clearly from the rambling you can tell I need another cup.  (In my defense the last cup was a lot of vanilla bean whipped cream and more like a latte, without the espresso.  I'm not allowed to have espresso.  Sad day.)

Midnight Coffee

It's midnight.  I've chopped up a watermelon for tomorrow, made G a sandwich (roasted chicken, smoked horseradish cheddar, romaine and mayo on french bread), put together his lunch for tomorrow (the sandwich, watermelon, and a cup of soup with bacon), and am now drinking coffee at midnight.  I like it like that.  

Things I have on my mind right now:

* My parents are coming in just a few days.  Must make my home welcoming.

* I really need to find some workout classes I like.  All the running did was add muscle to my legs that are not so friendly with my jeans.

* I am on the search for a place with knitting/crochet classes.  I love afghans and would like to make some for winter.  

* My novel's storyboard is partially done.  Too bad there's all that lovely dialogue and plot points I now have to actually write.  Eh, that's what coffee is for!

* And last but not least my husband is currently washing his hair because I cut out a slice of watermelon, completely leaving a circle and what do you do at 11:30 at night?  You make your husband pose with it on his head like a crown.  Oh yes, yes you do!  With photo evidence!

"I am the watermelon king!"

He's come in and seen what I am up to, so I'm off! 

Fashionably Late Questions

Still deserve answers!  Especially when my friend J is the one asking!  So here I go!

you mentioned reading in bed - what books are you reading at the moment?

Um.....do blogs and newspaper articles count?  I think ma maman would be shocked to hear, but I don't remember the last book I read, it's been a while since I took that much time.  Yes, I have a lot of free time, I know, but I tend to get a wee bit absorbed in books, and can shut the world out around me (which while unpacking and stocking out home up is a little inconvenient).  I currently have on me (I'm at Panera) a Christmas romance book.  It's got 4 short stories and they are all good clean ones that have great ending and recipes!  


Another part to this answer is something I mentioned to G this morning, that I am avoiding any books that may influence my own book I am working on.  I don't want it to sound like anyone else's writing or to steal any hint of a story line, even accidentally.  So right now that pretty much leaves fluff books---quick, light girly reads.  I'm trying to read Emma, but keep leaving it at home!

do you stick to that same busy nights on weekends - or do you both try and get out more in the day?

Well, on the nights we are in on the weekends (I try desperately to get us out having a life), I do tend to maintain that schedule.  We are usually lazy bums until mid afternoon whereas we run errands, maybe eat out, and then if we head home I usually end up at least baking something and cleaning.  I love to bake, it allows me to be useful while carrying on a conversation with G, or allowing him to watch a show I caught earlier in the week.  Lately we've been trying to be in earlier on Saturday nights because we found a church we like to attend on Sunday mornings.  Oh, and we cannot be gone all the time, we have two very needy puppies!

Does being up all night mean you don't go shopping much during the week? How/when do you do your food or other shopping? 

If I do the food shopping during the week it's after G gets home.  Because we're a one car family, and he takes the car to work, if I desperately need something he swings by and picks it up on his way home from the commissary (since we've found some things are 2/3 cheaper there!).  But usually when we head out for coffee we also do our shopping then.  We've also been known to head out to the 24 hour Wal-Mart at midnight in the middle of the week! (only if G is wired and cannot sleep) Because this time of year I tend to make a lot of soups that last for days we don't shop much.  We do however shop more often for fresh ingredients, so the grocery store is my way of getting out of the house on days I feel cooped up!  I don't quite trust G completely to pick out our food yet, so he is usually told to just come home and then we head back out.  It does waste gas, something I'm working on getting better at, but it keeps me sane!


Today is a busy day, working on the novel, drinking copious amounts of coffee (haven't slept since yesterday afternoon and am trying to break the cycle by forcing myself to stay awake and sleep tonight!), hanging out with a friend, and doing lunch with G.  Oh, and running a couple of necessary errands tonight, staging a set up for a review photo, preparing for this weekend, and hopefully getting some sleep!  How is everyone?  Gearing up for a fun weekend, or hoping to relax in bed with a newspaper? 

Joyfulness. Happiness. Glee.

Oh yes, after having resisted for a few months I finally looked online to sit and watch an episode of Glee.  And seriously?  If I (when I get exhausted and hopped up and throw on a dress and boots and dance to hippie music like I'm at a Woodstock Revival...ahem, nevermind) were a t.v. show, I think this would come close.  Mild normal drama?  check.  Sexual tension? (from when I put on my new shade of red lipstick and the husband can do nothing but come close to my lips and breathe.....more on the color I found later).  check.  And finally breaking out into random bursts of song and dance?  Check!  


A friend from college once compared my family to The Partridge Family.  Yes, we sing, dance, play instruments and act.  Over Thanksgiving we were decorating the tree, listening to Christmas music and drinking eggnog (yes, it's like the freakin' Brady Bunch) when my youngest brother started singing "Noel".  I joined in, then my Daddy, then my other brother, then my Grandmama, then my mother as G looked on amazed.  Our genetics allow our voices to blend and we totally could have been a t.v. show.  Later we were dancing to "Jingle Bell Rock" like we were young again with my 2 youngest brothers following my lead as we quickly choreographed a dance.  We were full of glee!


So yes, now I'm addicted to yet another show and we're only 6 episodes in.  But....the night is young!

Musings At 5 A.M.

I cannot sleep.  It's raining outside, and I am hyped up (although hoping to crash soon).  It's the first night in our home that I'm not completely freaking out.  In fact, I enjoyed unpacking, something I was sobbing about the night before.  So we'll see how this goes.  

And what does Kalee do when it's 4 a.m. and she cannot sleep?  Why she begins singing old songs to G as he drifts off.  Then she decides that that song must be sung more properly and hits up youtube.  Joe Cocker at Woodstock singing A Little Help From My Friends?  Perfect.  He's on stage, looking like he's seizing, and yet, I'm calmed.  What can I say?  It's the hippie in me.

I used to be much more of a hippie.  I once called my mom my freshman year of college to let her know she might have to bail me out of jail, that I was going to protest the upcoming war in Iraq.  She told me I was definitely born into the wrong era.  Now I've calmed down a bit, gotten comfortable with life, but still I am very opinionated politically, both about our own country and the state of the world.  Don't even get me started, because I have a tendency to just go off on a tangent.  Luckily as long as I don't let his bosses hear my wilder views my husband loves me for it.  He calls me his little dirty hippie.  

Someday I'll be my old self.  Someday I'll be "crunchy" and wear my baby and get back to my roots, wanting to feel the earth in my hands (both G and I have a strange need to work the earth).  I swear it's a miracle I didn't end up married to a singer living on a commune.  G doesn't sing much, nor does he have any desire to live in a place without basic amenities, so it won't be happening any time soon. Hmmph! 

(but his older brother is definitely a hippie type of guy and plays the guitar, writes his own songs and sings....I tease G that I picked the wrong brother!)  

For now I'll settle to having my mini moments, listening to Janis Joplin sing, then switching to Joni Mitchell.  "Tears and fears and feeling proud.  To say I love you right out loud."  I've felt that for G since the day I realized he was it for me.  That he loved me completely, dirty hippie side and all.  

Here's Joni Mitchell a couple years ago.  Her voice has changed, but it gives it more authenticity for the song in my personal opinion.

In Panera Again

G and I went and caught tacos for lunch (yes, we caught them, in the wild).  Now we're sitting at Panera's drinking coffee because we're switching hotels (oh, how lovely it is to be closing on the house in 2 weeks), and we can't check in for another hour.  So coffee and me on the laptop and G finally finishing the Dan Brown book because God he's a slow reader but I love him anyways.  Or perhaps it's because I read faster than anyone I've ever met, and have the ability to generally not ever have to go back to check something because I have a memory that is frightening but comes in handy during arguments and balancing the checkbook (oh, I know there was a receipt for something of this exact amount...hmmm).  And yes, I sound slightly manic, or at least that's G's opinion, but he just laughs because this is how I talk and quite frankly I'm too tired to worry about separating sentences to make them prettier.  So there.


We're checking into an extended stay hotel which means I am thanking God that I will at least have a full size refrigerator, stove, and cooking pans for the next 2 weeks.  If we have to continue living at a hotel at least there will be a way to cook so we can quit eating out so damn much.  Because it gets old, it really does.  Particularly because I'm frugal (a.k.a. cheap) and hate paying for something I know I can cook better when Oh My God that money could go towards my saving for a (insert here)______.  (sewing machine, zac posen dress, Harry and David soup mixes, or a cruise to get the hell out of MD come winter).  My goal is to save enough that I can go a little crazy stocking up our new refrigerator.  Because I am going to go crazy.  Majorly.


I mean, first off, I think we're gonna need an entire row of bubbly in the fridge because damn we just bought our first house and it's time to celebrate!  These are the times right?  We're young and childless and that's a state of living that won't last long.  My mother is expecting a baby for Christmas.  Quite honestly I've explained that I'm human, not some other freaky species (although thank God I am not an elephant, I love them, but they have a gestational pregnancy period of 22 months!!! ) and I cannot possibly have a baby by Christmas, but she can keep dreaming.  I think she wants to hear we're having a baby by Christmas, but since she never specified I think I'll just go on assuming she's crazy.  Because she is.  Really.  Where do you think I get it?


So anyways, that's me today.  Sitting in the Panera typing this up, cracking G up, because yes I'm having a narcissistic moment and damn am I funny!  (okay, that may just be in my own head, but let me have my delusions).  However, today I do look good, and much to G's angst level I've had men watching me as I walk everywhere.  And I'm fairly covered up, but looking damn fine!  Little black cotton dress from Old Navy with some flats, my hair back in a low bun, a fun pearl necklace and I sashay when I walk.  I do indeed.  Perhaps I will take a pic later.  


Hope everyone else is having a fantastic Friday!