Still Got It

My hubby has been having some pretty bad allergies. His eyes are all red and itchy and he’s been miserable. We both thought it might be a good idea to check into having our ducts cleaned in our new house. You see, the old owners had cats. Santi is allergic to cats. Anyway, we’re hoping this cleaning will help eliminate some of his woes.

I decided on my break I would go out and call the duct magic (err whatever) people to see if they would come out and give us an estimate. There is a ledge around our building that sort of resembles a skirt. I sat down on it and began my call. The duct lady was very nice and she even laughed when I told her that my husband thought our house was trying to kill him and that he was dying.

Anyway, as I’m sitting there some gnarly dude from the skuzzie call center across the street came over. The call center peeps like to use our alley for their smoke breaks.

He gave me the up-down. Now mind you, I’m sitting and sort of leaning over in a way that you probably can’t tell I’m NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, so I’ll give him that. He shouted “hey baby, you wanna give me your number?!”

I leaned back and pointed to my belly as I retorted, “not unless you want to pay child support.” He walked away.

The awesome part is that the lady on the phone heard this and said “did you just get hit on?” I said, why yes, yes I did, and we’re due to have a baby in 3 weeks.

She laughed and laughed.

They’ll be out for our estimate tomorrow.

These are a few of my favorite things (according to my mom)

Perhaps I should start with a bit of a back-story….

As you may or may not know, I’m married to a dude who hails from the country of Argentina. What do you know about it? Well, most people know they speak Spanish (true). Then people will usually go on to peg it as “Mexico”. It’s not. It’s not at all. I would say the food of choice there is steak. In fact, it’s much like Nebraska in some parts. Steak and farmland. I mean, there’s much more to it like the glaciers and mountains, but he comes from more of the steak and farm area. Anyway, I get alot of questions about the food we eat. People like to think we eat “Mexican” food every night (tacos, burritos, you know). Umm, we don’t. In fact, I don’t think he ever even had a bean burrito until he got here and ate at Taco Bell.

Anyway, as you can imagine, it’s hard. Especially for my parents to peg him. They mess up his name and make all sorts of ridiculous remarks about how they never think of him “as that”. I think “that” might mean from Mexico, but I really don’t know. Anyway, a while back my mom and aunt gave him a giant box of frozen burritos that they didn’t want. They made some mention of how he probably liked them because he’s from the south. You know. Oh the things he puts up with. I tried to explain that these did not remind him of home. They didn’t get it. That was probably about 2 or 3 years ago.

SO, this year for his birthday, he received, (WAIT FOR IT), a jalapeño roaster!! WHAT?! I know. We had to laugh. After I asked what it was, I was told that it was the hot new item in the culinary world and that since we like “hot stuff” (we do?) and he “love’s cooking” (he does?) that we would be appreciative of this gift and that it had nothing to do with him being from the south because they don’t think of him like “that”. Actually they think of him as being more Italian with pasta. (Umm what?!)

Anyway, when I asked how she knew we liked hot stuff, she said, because we do and we have ordered fried things at restaurants. Now, we do love the fried things. Jalapeño poppers, has never been one of them. I’ve no idea what she’s talking about.

She has all these crazy ideas in her head about what we like and what we do and I’m confident 99% of them are incorrect. Who knows what she tells people about us. So, you should look for my next cd to drop (according to mom) sometime in August and I’ll see you at the jalapeño festival since I just can’t get enough.

You know what really grinds my gears?

A few things yesterday actually…

1. Maternity Clothes: Panel pants are the suck. They are hot. Now that it’s getting hotter out they are even hotter. This must be what ladies with hot flashes feel like. To add to this are maternity shirts. You can’t just buy x-lg shirts, you have to buy the stupid jacked up in price maternity shirts so that they are long enough to cover the damn panels. Annoying. Oh! and my t-shirts, some of them aren’t quite long enough to cover the panel yet as they have shrunk in the wash (I’m guessing) and the panel pants tend to slide down during the day. Awesome.

2. Labor Stories: Unless you are in a class or I ask you I don’t want to hear it. This is what grinds my gears…
Lady I’ve Never Met: Oh, how far along are you? When is your due date? Do you know what you’re having? Oh, well I had a boy in August and it was hot but he came a month early and I was in labor for 18 hours and nothing was happening so then they took it by c-section and I just couldn’t eat strawberries are you having that?

Um, no I’m not, and thanks for freaking me out. If I wanted to hear about your birthing experience I would have asked. We just met. That’s a bit much. I don’t even know your name. This is way more than strangers should be sharing.

3. Car seat safety class: I am annoyed they charged money for this. Seems like something that should be free. Like on a Saturday at the Wal-Mart or something. Anyway, we had to pay an extra $10 for our 2nd vehicle. WTF?! Anyway, I was TRYING to be responsible and bought 2 bases for the car seats. Turns out our newer cars are not so roomy or maybe we are just too tall. Who knows. However, we probably won’t even be using the bases. ARGH!!! Also, our kid will probably only last in the seat for about 6 months before we have to buy a new one because let’s face it, he’s going to weigh more than 22 pounds in a short amount of time. ARGH!!! Also, they had really nice car seats for the people who can’t afford them and here we are with the one we bought and I’m afraid it’s the wrong size all together. ARGH!!! To top it off the teacher was WAY to intense about getting the seat in TIGHT. We get it. Just show us how to hook it in. We’ll get it tight I promise. But no,  sweat is ROLLING down Santi’s face and she keeps screaming “tighter!!!” I felt like I was watching something, well almost pornographic.

Needless to say I was pretty worn out by these grinding gears at the end of our day. I went to bed pretty early only to be woken up at 3:30 a.m. by Ella because “oh yay” it stormed…again.

Hopefully today will fare better. We’ll see as we have our final breastfeeding class this evening….

Awkward Encounters of the girl kind?

Santi and I recently went to eat at La Paloma. A good Mexican restaurant of which I have been anticipating the opening of for quite some time. It’s been open for 4 days now. I was also hoping the spicy food would send me into labor. Alas, no such luck.

Anyway, as Santi and I are sitting in our booth enjoying the homemade chips & salsa I notice an old co-worker of mine sitting at the bar. She can clearly see me, so now I feel like I have to get her attention and wave hello. Here’s where it’s awkward. When we used to work together we used to hang out quite a bit. When I left the job we stopped hanging out as much. Actually, I just stopped returning her calls. Why? Well, she liked to party, ALOT, and I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Now, those of you who have met me know I like a good party every now and again as well. However, let’s just say her parties were (now I’m speculating) a little more “rock ‘n roll” if you will. She also had some other life things going on that were a bit much for me at the time.

It’s not that I didn’t like her. I just didn’t want that in my life. I’m sure I hurt her feelings by pretty much just cutting her out and never letting her know why.

When I saw her I could see the awkward hurt hello in her eyes. Awkward. I asked Santi if I was being a girl and overly dramatic about it all or if dudes went through these things too. He said that he thought guys sometimes encountered these situations, but probably less often than us ladies.

Ladies, I know you’ve all been through it, but what do you do? You can’t ignore it. I just smiled and waved and felt bad. Does that mean I miss her crazy ass?

Who knows, but what I do know is that I have to trust my decisions because I can’t take them back and that even though we are not friends I still wish her well.

HEY THERE

So, I thought I should update you. All three of you. We sold our condo, bought a house, bought a new wagon, and I graduated with my master’s degree. Uh-huh. Now just waiting for the birth of our 1st child, which frankly could come out any time now as I’m getting hot and uncomfortable. Seriously. I also decided that I should just put my random thoughts of the day on here. I need to be more vigilante about writing.

So, thought for today: How come all fashion mags say that the trend for the summer is the nautical theme? They say that EVERY SUMMER. I’m not kidding. So basically it never goes out of style. So throw on some navy stripes; it’s summer.