Wednesday, April 30, 2008

{24 weeks=6 months}

I don't know what my face is doing in this picture
but here I am in all my glory

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

{a math lesson}

Okay, okay, okay....

see if you can add this up:

one Chevy Trailblazer

one "service engine soon" light

one visit to the mechanic

one new thermostat/coolant system flush/renewer/i really don't know what they did

one new serpentine belt (i'm assuming it's snake shaped)

one so fresh and so clean oil change

$400 bones

consider my engine serviced mofo's

Sunday, April 27, 2008

{one of appreciation}

I've been thinking a lot lately. I spend a good amount of time alone these days, thus giving me plenty of opportunities to do that kind of thing.

It's all of this gestating I'm doing. It's all I think about. Every single day all I've got is baby on the brain. My baby. My son.

I like being pregnant. I love feeling him move around, poking my insides and stretching, letting me know he's there. I love all of the planning and buying. I like the painting, the decorating, the everything. Every day I go into his nursery and just sit there for a few minutes. I run my hands over his crib and think about how my life will change when he's in it. I think about how "we" will soon include 3. I like seeing my skin all stretched tight. Sometimes I still get a little shocked when I look down and see a pot belly there, one that doesn't go away when I suck in! I've wanted to know what this feels like, how it feels to be pregnant for my whole life. I love it. I love him.

I really love that I get to celebrate Mother's Day this year.

I'm so lucky, and I guess I just wanted to say it. And it's okay for me to wax poetic about the beauties of motherhood because I don't have to focus on the hard part yet. I want to remember these kinds of times for when it does get really hard.

he's a handsome dude!

Thursday, April 24, 2008

{Me Likey}

I'm going to start a new segment here on the Kalli blog. I'm calling it "Me Likey" and it's pretty much going to be about stuff I like. There are, of course, a lot of things I don't like so I'm trying to buck the trend here.

first up:

me likey my new grey shoes
i don't want to hear any cracks about cankles, mmmkay?

found them at Kohl's for the ripe price of $21.99

Me also likey:
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
caffeine free Dr. Pepper
yo momma organic yogurt
sweat pants

what you likey this week?

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

{So Sore!}

I am exhausted today, seriously I want to lay on the couch and be a slob.

So far I'm succeeding in this aspiration when I look at the clock and realize I'm still in my bathrobe at 10:21 am. Nice.

Yesterday Hub took the day off and we cleaned out the spare bedroom/office/soon to be nursery. This involved moving a couch the size of king kong and somehow wedging it down our tiny hallway and stairs. A good 45 minutes later and after some serious negotiation we managed to get it done, though I may or may not have said a few swear words in the process. By midnight we had the room all painted and the crib set up. Wa-lah. Room transformed.

The bonus to all of this heavy lifting and exertion is that I slept like an angel last night (hallelujah!), I didn't even wake up to pee once and that NEVER happens. Albeit I had some crazy weird dreams but the sleep was quality. The downside is that I can't even get off the couch without groaning. I forgot to mention my pump class yesterday (that's cardio weight lifting for all ye uninformed). That's not helping either.

My poor house is in desperate need of attention. I've got about a million sugar cookies to bake for a bridal shower on Saturday, and I need get some banana bread made before my bananas sprout roots and grow into a tree on me. When did I turn into Betty Crocker?

But mostly(is that a word?) what I want to do is go sit in my red rocking chair in my newly painted nursery and wait it out 'till August.


maybe I'll just start with a shower and go from there

Monday, April 21, 2008

{June Cleaver watch your back}

Growing up I did not possess a bone of domesticity in my body. My mother, bless her, tried and tried to get me interested in cooking, gardening, crafting, sewing, just homemaking in general. "Someday," she warned, "you'll need to know how to do these things". "Yeah," I chortled, "and when I do I'll call you and you can come show me". And then I ran off to volleyball practice or to watch watch 90210 and forgot all about it.

Now I'm eating my words. My dear and prophetic mother, bless her again, is having to go back and show me all these things now that I DO need to know (and now that I mostly like doing them). I can assure you that it would have been a lot easier had I listened to her in the first place.

Saturday I bucked up and planted some flowers. Please ignore the weeds behind the pretty pots. I haven't advanced that far in my domesticity training manual.

I'm liking this stuff now
quilting, yes!
sewing, sort of...
cooking, sort of...
planting flowers, yes!
decorating, yes!
baking, yes!
vegetable gardens, sort of...
herb gardens, yes!

My dad would laugh and say, "you're such a domestic".

I'm learning to take it as a compliment

Gus on the other hand, continues to care less

Friday, April 18, 2008

{Show Pony}

So, yesterday I had lunch with my girlfriends from my ex-job whom I love and miss dearly. I gave myself a pep talk the whole time I was getting ready, it went something like this:

Mmmmkay, today you are going to have a great lunch!

You are not going to commandeer the topic and make it something gross, i.e. having to do with bodily functions or anything like that.

You are not going to make rude (but funny) comments about what that lady in the parking lot was wearing, or how you don't get personalized license plates, or question why people put stickers resembling tattoos on the back windows of their car (a moto tramp stamp if you will).

You will be pleasant and gracious, you will smile and thank people when they comment on your cute baby belly. You absolutely WILL NOT launch into some weird diatribe about weight gain, boob growth, nursing, and heaven forbid, nipple size. You definitely won't ask other people at the table about any of those topics and you will stay completely focused on not making an idiot out of yourself.

Turns out pep talks don't really work so much for me, as I ended up doing all of those things anyway. I even managed to make myself look like a total lesbian after talking about the boobs of all my friends in high school.

And how.

I guess I'm doomed to a life of social awkwardness and conversations full of less than genteel topics.

Then again, genteel never really described me in the first place, did it?

* p.s. I just watched Bear Grylls drink his own pee on Man vs Wild

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

{my super exciting life}

First of all, why does Rachel Ray yell all the time? Does she not have an inside voice? I don't get it.

Second of all, if you took the word "like" out of Heidi's vocabulary on "the Hills", she would basically be a mute. Now that she looks like Bionic Barbie thanks to the rhinoplasty and boob upgrade I guess people aren't paying attention much to what comes out of her mouth. And she won't stop playing with her hair. I'm going to go find her and shave her flippin' head. Oh and p.s. Spencer is gay.

and p.p.s. don't hate because I watch this mind sucking show

T.V. is back! Party Time!

Last night was just about the greatest ever though. I made some tacos for dinner and they were ah-mazing. Then we watched "Biggest Loser" and felt good about ourselves for eating tacos with ground turkey and whole wheat tortillas and snacking on apples and grapes (with only a few cookies and sour patch kids tossed in). And Keli didn't win. I'm convinced that the 50% of the weight she lost was from all of the freaking crying she did anyway. Alli is my girl. And now she's a $250,000 richer, very skinny biznitch. Lucky.

We capped off the evening by watching "Juno" in bed.

My idea of a perfect night.

Monday, April 14, 2008

{help me}

can someone give my blog a makeover?

it's very sad

it needs a new header

and whatever else

i'm reaching out here

a call for help

** holy snap! Ask and ye shall receive. I'd like to thank those who are far more advanced than I know who you are. I'll keep working on the layout but for now my header problem is solved!!


it's finally done!
thanks to my mom
who did the binding
is nice, i like!

next on the agenda: baby quilt
much smaller=much easier

does anyone have a simple pattern?

Friday, April 11, 2008

{Things you appreciate}

Hub is away for the weekend, enjoying a fishing trip with my dad and brothers.

He forgot about that when he volunteered to dog sit for the weekend for a colleague of his.

Lucky me.

Enter Penny, a 6 month old Beagle

The first day I thought she was really cute and said "why can't Gus be this small?"
I thought it was cute that she would lick and jump on my furniture (where no dog is allowed).
I thought it was cute that you had to let her out every two hours and make sure she went potty.
I thought it was cute when she crawled under my bed and came out with treasures I had lost for months (my chapstick, my slippers!)

The second day she peed all. over. my favorite chair.

I don't think any of that stuff she does is cute anymore.

I also did not think it was cute when she slipped out under the fence and I had to pull her back under because she was attached to the long leash I had set up. The little kids on the other side of the fence were not helping the situation either.

Does anyone want a beagle until Sunday?

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

{Mid-Morning Snack}

Is it a problem that I'm sitting here stuffing Doritos into my pie hole so fast that I keep dropping them on the ground?

Is it a bigger problem that I pick the ones up I drop and eat them anyway?

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

{Hairfully Yours}

My hair is driving me nuts lately. My bangs are in that stage where they don't really know what to do with themselves so they just kind of hang there forcing me to pin them back. The rest of the it is just thick and unruly, and I'm pretty sure it has a vendetta against me. For what, I'm not sure. I wash with the best products (thanks Elise), I get it trimmed regularly, I don't rat or do mean things to it. So why does it hate me?

I've been wearing headbands non-stop in the hopes that it looks something like LC from the Hills...but it doesn't, rather, I look like a greasy big forehead person instead. A greasy big forehead person with an acne problem.

Wo is me.

I need a solution. I don't think the girl who cuts my hair thinned it last time, this usually helps immensely with the hair wrangling. I need some way to cut down on the time it takes me to fix the stupid mop, because 45 minutes (ok closer to an hour) to blow dry and style your hair is ridiculous, and isn't going to fly once little dude makes his grand entrance. I have long hair and I want to keep it that way. Short hair and my currently round face just aren't something I'm interested in.

So all you hair people out there. Help.

Or I'm tempted to go all Sinead on your A.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

{Crepe-tastic for Conference}


I don't know about you, but when I'm preparing to get all spiritually nourished it helps to have a full stomach. I think my mom always knew this because every time General Conference rolled around she would chef up something wonderful for breakfast and we'd finish right in time to sit down and listen. She is a wise woman, that Connie, and I sure do love a good breakfast thanks to her.

Anxious to keep this tradition in my own family, I made us some crepes a-la-Connie this morning and they were borderline amazing. If you'd like to know how to make some for yourself than click HERE. I promise you won't regret it.

I have many thoughts on our meetings of which I will share a select few.

1. How rad is our 1st Presidency? Seriously? I think I love them all so much it's silly. President Eyring, YES YES YES! President Uchtdorf, YES YES YES! (the accent is fantastic). And of course President Monson, he is so wonderful. How cool was it to be a part of the solemn assembly yesterday? I stood in my living room all by myself and raised my hand in affirmation.
2. I miss President Hinkley. I was sitting there listening to President Monson talk and it was so strange because he moved his hand in a way that reminded me of Pres. Hinckley and I was struck with the realization that the mantle of the Prophet is the same today and yesterday. Truly the Lord calls and qualifies these men.
3. I love how much emphasis President Monson is putting on acceptance and love for those of other faiths.
4. I love the Gospel.


Wednesday, April 2, 2008

I've got a fevah

*Gus as a pup
he later ate that collar and pooped out the buckle 3 days later

This is pretty much how I've felt the last few days
no makeup
(scary face)
flat on my back
looking somewhat like a sausage

Today I feel BETTER!

Today I get to have lunch with my mom
my sister
my sister-in-law
and my two nieces
it will be an estrogen festival
minus the testosterone
I'm carrying around
in my uterus

Today is also V-Rizzle's birthday
Hooray for the big 2-6!

even though it's not sunny outside
it's gonna be a good one

April is here!!