Tag, I'm It!

Ok folks, I'll admit that there are still a few things that I don't know about, especially in the world of technology and communication. I don't have an iphone and I haven't a clue what a Tweeter is. But I love my blog, and my friend's blogs. While browsing around the internet trying to get myself sleepy (why is it that insomnia has to make a comeback in my life just as my three month old starts sleeping through the night... that's what I call irony) when I found that I had been tagged on my lovely friend Hailey's blog. Of course I was flattered, but had no idea what this meant. Thankfully I am not so adept that I don't know how to use google. Looked it up, now I know. (For those of you like me- the idea is to share six little-known and possibly quirky facts about yourself- then "tag" other bloggers to do the same! Fun, huh?!) The only problem may be that I don't know a whole lot of fellow bloggers.. Will have to figure that one out later on.

Ok- Here goes!

1. I am currently a first-time Harry Potter reader... and loving it. When the whole Harry Potter thing started, I really resisted. Part of the issue was that, at the time, I was taking a lot of Lit classes and had a lot of reading to do anyway. But Harry finally got me. I am on book four and absolutely obsessed. I like to pretend that I am the fourth Hogwarts student in the little gang. I go there, I drink the butterbeer and I am currently helping Harry figure out how to complete his second challenge in the Triwizard Tournament. (I'm also 25 years old...)

2. This one is interactive. Ok, hold up your left hand, now bend your thumb. For some reason, when I do this, my pointer finger also automatically bends. I think there's some funky ligament connection or something. So I can only do the "number 1" sign with my right hand. Strange, I know.

3. I make my to-do lists while I'm in the shower. I write on the glass shower door with my finger, and for some reason my handwriting looks really great when I do this. I secretly wish it looked that way all the time.

4. Sometimes I feel a little bit like an old lady. I knit all the time and lately I have been doing a lot of crossword puzzles.

5. I have secretly been on the hunt for the perfect laundry smell. I've tried six or seven different kinds of detergent since Matt and I got married and I think I finally found it- Tide TotalCare in Refreshing Rain.. So perfect.

6. One of the biggest reasons that I can't wait to have a real job someday (and by real job, I mean using my degree and starting my career) is to have an excuse to get a really great wardrobe- dresses, pants, shoes, you name it- and have a cute little office. I know, sounds pretty lame. But after being pregnant for basically two years straight and wearing clothes that can be pooped, peed, and barfed on- it's time for some cashmere, baby!

Ok- now is the time that I would be tagging some people. But I am going to have to dig around a little bit and find some friends with blogs. Casey- I know you've got one so consider yourself tagged!

cheers!
cass

picadilly

I have a question. Why do we have to have such restaurants as the Picadilly in America? What is a Picadilly? Or, as Matt asks, What is a Dilly and why would he want to pick one? Let me tell you about my day...
First we went to a little church on the TU campus to watch a bell choir. Mark was playing the djembe with them. It was fantastic. Anyway, the grandmas all decided that we should continue our family togetherness and go on to lunch. And, being that they are from that generation, they decided that a "cafeteria" would be the best place so that they could accomodate us all. Ok, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria since I was in high school. And trust me, the food there was much better. But we did it, caravaned over to the place and got in line. I think the median age was about 72, but hey, why not. After moving through the line of jello and other assorted, easy to chew entrees and desserts, we sat down. This was an experience I hope not to duplicate any time soon. I feel like my stomache has a lead ball in it, and surely it will take at least four hours on the tredmill to run off the "Caro-nut pie" that Matt's beautiful white haired grandmother forced me to split with her. Just in case you don't know, caro syrup is a sugary concoction that people cook with. Consequently, if you put a little bit in a baby's bottle, it helps with constipation. Wonder what that's doing for me calorie wise.
c

it hurts

I'm sitting here at Shades of Brown, hurting. Van Morrison is playing over the radio, and every time I hear his voice, my thoughts go immediately to my dad. I miss him so much. I think one of the things that I miss the most is that I could talk to him about anything. This wasn't always the case, but toward the end of his life, probably about the last two yers that he was alive, it seemed like our communication got a lot better. Wish I could talk to him now...
Anyway, the reason that I am so hurt today is that some people in my life just don't understand me. I feel like I am not the same person that I was before I had two children (mentally, physically, literally). But it's the expectation that I get from some people in my life that I must be the same that really bothers me. There are just some things that I cannot live up to right now. I won't go into details, but I know that it is just going to take some time for things to get back to normal. My body is just different now. Here are just a few of the things that they don't tell you when you sign up for the whole preggo thing:
1. Your boobs will never be the same- Large, then really large and rock hard, then tiny. A better word would be deflated.
2. Your feet get bigger- no explanation needed.
3. Sex drive, what sex drive?- Passing a watermelon through a straw just doesn't really do justice to what actually happens. Straws don't have sex, or want to. And lately, neither do I.
4. Sleep, what sleep?- no explanation needed.
I love my babies, don't get me wrong. I just wish I had my medium-but-perky boobs, small feet, and 10 hour sleep nights back. Oh, to dream...
c