sporadic

Sorry about the light posting lately. I'm absolutely buried under a crapload of school work right now. But it will all be over on May 11 at 9pm. My entire grad school career will be OVER! And I'm really excited about that. However, in order to make it to 9pm on 5/11 a tremendous amount has to get done. Between that and the baby (made an appointment with a pediatrician today that was an odd phone call to make!) I have seriously not had much time to sit and blog. Stay with me, it will be over soon!

Flame Free Friday Confessions

my confession today is more embarrassing than anything else. Last night I was kind of depressing and feeling blah. So I went out to the local 7-11 and bought myself a carton of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream. While I was waddling up to the register to pay, I realized I was such a cliche. I was a depressed pregnant woman who was buying ice cream to make myself feel better and I was going to go home and eat it while watching Greys Anatomy. Yup, I was that stereotypical girl!

31 weeks

I am 31 weeks into this pregnancy, with 9 to go (give or take a few days...). That frightens me on so many levels. In fact, I'm so frightened by it, I'm not going to talk about it. Forget I mentioned it.

In other news, I only have 3 classes left. Yep, that's right, 3 classes. And a 15 page paper and an exam to get through in those 3 classes. Bring on the stress, that's exactly what a woman who is practically 8 months pregnant needs! Did you ever think that the time would come that I would graduate and stop complaining about school? No? Well, neither did I. But it's almost here. For which I am supremely grateful.

On to some other, more important news. I think the time has come in which I am officially sick of watching repeats of Gilmore Girls. I know, your entire world just turned upside down. I'll give you a minute to digest that.



You still with me? Here's the story. I flipped on ABC family last night around 5 to catch the daily airing of Gilmore Girls and it was the one where Richard and Emily get back together and Sookie is sneaking upstairs at the Inn to watch TV sans husband and child. And I was just so sick of it. I must have seen that particular episode literally 9 or 10 times. And every time Rory came on the screen I wanted to change the channel. While I haven't seen the later seasons quite as many times as the early seasons, I'm still on Gilmore Girls overload. It's still my favorite show ever and I will continue to watch it for many years to come, but now I'm taking a break. No more 5:00 viewings, no more popping in the seasons, nothing. I'm taking a few months off. I'll just have to watch Dirty Dancing to get my Emily Gilmore fix!

a million bathtubs a minute

I'm back!

Andrew isn't a fan of Obama, and he routinely says we now live in a socialist country (I'm not sure how Obama has turned us into socialists in 3 months...). I told him that every time he says that from now on, I am going to pull out the hotel bill from this trip. We paid tax.... ON THE PARKING FEE!! This is in addition to the ridiculous taxes we paid on everything else. Taxes in socialist countries are crazy. I routinely complained all weekend that not only do I have to pay for my own health insurance, but I have to pay for theirs as well. I know, I know, no one made me go to Canada, blah blah blah. But I did go, and I don't think I will forget paying tax on my parking fee for a long long time. We only bought one tiny thing up there, because I was afraid I would have to max out my credit card to pay the sales tax.

Okay, enough complaining about crazy socialists. On to the actual vacation. Here are the highlights from the trip:

* my Carolla can go almost 900 miles on 3 tanks of gas

* if you have to drive 7.5 hours to get where you are going, it is so worth getting up around 5 to hit the road

* a million bathtubs full of water go over the Canadian Falls every minute. That fact will be drilled into your head after your trip to Niagara.

* Canadians pay a lot of taxes and don't like microbrews as much as we do in New England. Well, I just guessed on the second part of that statement, but seeing as we only ever saw Molson on tap, I'm guessing the Microbrew industry isn't too huge. Not that I had any beer, but I think Andrew was looking for a little more selection

* Going to the Falls & Furkin when you are 27 and pregnant isn't as much fun as going to the Squire & Firkin when you are 19, legal for the first time, and singing crazy karaoke.

* Clifton Hill = the epitome of tourist cheesy.

* I am not a good gambler, because I cash out when I am $9 up (which was technically $21 down).

* The Marriott Fallsview Hotel & Spa does not put mini fridges in its room.

I had pictures posted and captioned, but then the wireless crapped out on me and blogger didn't autosave it. I'm really frustrated and not going through that aggravation again. Maybe later.

Flame Free Friday Confessions

Not a lot today. I'm in Canada and the hotel charges $10 a day for Internet access. That's so not happening. So all I have is the iPhone to post and typing out long posts on this is just too time
consuming. So here are today's FFF confessions, which are all things that today's adventure has brought to the front of my mind.

1. I have never seen Scarface. Or the Godfather. And I have no plans on watching them.

2. I don't like pizza.

That's it for now, I'll return when I'm back in the States!

Sent from my iPhone

Letter to Susan Boyle

Dear Susan,

First of all, you go girl. It took a lot of nerve to get up there in
front of Simon and the UK (and unbeknownst to you, the whole world)
and perform. You got guts. And a hell of a lot of talent.

But my god, you are only 47!!! You dress like you are 75. You can
dress like you 75 when you ARE 75! Quite honestly, you and the
Queen look like you share a wardrobe. And while the Queen is a cool
lady, she is almost 83. Don't emulate her style.

I would call Tim Gunn if I were you. He can help.

I hope you make it far in UK Idol. And I hope you stop dressing like
an old lady. You have a long way to go before you are an old lady!!!

Cheers!
MKO

Sent from my iPhone

Happy Easter!

Easter is really low key in the OG household. We are strictly weddings/funerals churchgoers, so to us Easter means family and ham. This year we're celebrating with my family, which I can't say pleased Andrew's family too much. But I am confident that soon (maybe in another 3 years) they will understand that I still have a family, but it a work in progress. It's also something that is a never-ending source of stress and has a tendency to create drama around holidays where none should be created, but such is life. I'm already a little scared of what the 4th of July will bring this year, what with a brand new tiny newborn in the house - I doubt we will be going anywhere. I can't imagine the friction that will cause. Isn't married life fantastic?

Flame Free Friday Confessions

Not a whole lot to get off my chest this week.  That either means I'm a good person, or I lead a boring life.

 

* I don't feel like I have been pulling my weight on my group project at school.   I would do more, but I honestly think the other people in my group have a better handle of what is going on than I do.  I do what I am assigned to do, but I still feel like I am dead weight.  

 

* I didn't get anything done on my day off yesterday, but on Andrew's day off today he has plans of painting the baby's entire room.  And I asked him to do 2 other errands while he's home.  

 

* I secretly wish we could just pick up and leave New England sometimes and start over down in the little latitudes where the palm trees grow.  But I also know that about 2 weeks after getting there, I would cry and want to come home.   But I still dream about it.

 

 

You decide!

Andrew and I each have our own alarm clock next to our bed. I believe this is perfectly normal, as we each get up at different times. Also, I like to be able to see what time it is in the middle of the night. My parents each have their own alarm clock, so I've always believed this is perfectly normal. Andrew believes it's perfectly normal. However, some people think it's extremely bizarre. Those people think we should just have one alarm clock and who ever gets up first should just change the alarm to whatever time the 2nd person needs it set. Well, I ask you, what is the point of that? If 2 alarms are going to be set, what's wrong with each of us having our own clock? This way I don't have to remember to set his alarm after I get up, and in the middle of the night I don't have to climb over him to see what time it is (I have terrible vision and can barely see the clock next to my head, never mind next to Andrew).

So internet, I'm posing the question to you. Two alarm clocks, one for each person. Weird or normal?

Soul Food

The beginning of Spring is no picnic. You get your hopes up because it's no longer cold enough to snow, and the heavy winter coats can be put away, but it's not warm yet either. It's that chilly in between weather, usually accompanied by cold winds. This past week has been in the mid 40's. A good 10 degrees above freezing which is good, but also a good 20 degrees too cold. The past week we've also been blessed with grey overcast skies and rain. Rain for 5 days straight can mess with your head. It's put me into a depressed and sluggish slump, and I know the only cure for it is some sunshine.

Luckily, we are getting a 10 reprieve from the 40 degree weather and rain. Today is supposed to be in the low 50's with partly sunny skies. I'm hoping to get out for a walk to get my vitamin D intake for the month, but I also have about 78 hours of homework to do, so we'll see.

The rainy chilly weather has also left me desperate to get to the cape. Not that the weather will be any better down there - in fact it will be worse, but something inside me needs to go. I think Andrew has been wanting to go too. We've been trying to plan out a Sunday where we can go down to Betsey's for breakfast Unfortunately today Andrew has class and I have homework, next Sunday is Easter, and the Sunday after that we will be in Niagara Falls, CA (if I ever get proper documentation proving I am a US citizen!). So for the foreseeable future, I have no time. I'll make it down there eventually though... I may a limpid, lethargic, lump of goo by the time I make it over the bridge - but I'll get there.

And then I'll have a kid and my time will be limited again. Oh yay.

Already

There is a good possibility that I might smack the next person who tells me how much my life is going to change once the baby comes, how I will never get any sleep, or how I'll be broke and tired for the next 20 years. I get it. I don't live in a bubble. I understand babies change things. Shut. The. Eff. Up.

But now I think even whatever Higher Being you believe in has jumped on the "let's tell Meghan about the lack of sleep coming her way" bandwagon because last night was terrible. The 3rd trimester has brought back my fatigue, so I was in bed by 10 on a Friday night. But a few hours later, I was awake and in the bathroom so I could throw up. What? Didn't that whole morning sickness thing end like 10 weeks ago? Oh, joke's on me! Because my head was in the toilet. I felt like I had played a few too many games of Beirut, and yet I haven't had a been in 7 months. Then, when I made my way back to my bed and finally fell asleep (which was hard to do, since I was having hot flashes) I woke up with another charlie horse. My god, are those things painful. And unlike the rest of the pregnant population, I seem to get them when I have too much water, not when I don't have enough. So I was back up rubbing the pain out of my leg. That's when I began to thought that the universe was playing some sort of cosmic joke on me.

I get it. Lack of sleep. You can stop the joke now. Ha ha ha, funny.

Flame Free Friday confessions!

So what do you have for today?

* I'm ashamed that since last Friday's FFF I have only posted once,
and that post was just a video. I'm not being a good blogger.

* I ate like crap all week, which normally wouldn't bother me, but I
actually think I have made myself sick.

* I totally climbed on the bandwagon last night for ER. I haven't
watched it since college, but the draw of the original cast was too
great for me to resist. And they even had Rachel back on!

That's it for this week!