7 Quick Tuesday Takes - overheard edition
Tuesday, December 15, 2009 at 10:58AM 1.
Hubby: "I forgot to show you the onesie."
Me: "What onesie?"
Hubby: "The one I ordered?"
Me: "You ordered a onesie?"
Of course he did and of course I forgot until I saw it because that's what I do these days - forget things. But how cute is it that he ordered a onesie (I could melt) and how cute/funny/awesome is the onesie itself:
2.
Hubby (in the living room): It's not that I don't eat oatmeal; it's that I've never had it.
Me (in the bedroom): You are so friggin deprived.
Hubby: By the way, I'm just going through your recent blog entries.
Me: Yeah, I figured; I didn't think you randomly had this feeling that I said to someone that you won't eat oatmeal.
(By the way, who grows up never eating oatmeal??????)
3.
Student (choosing classes for next quarter): "I don't got to take no more English classes."
Me (thinking): I beg to differ.
4.
Classmate: "Well, at least we beat the spread."
Last night was presentation night in both of my grad classes this semester. The first one was an individual presentation but the second one was a group project and presentation - and last night was the first time my group actually were all in the same place at the same time. Every week since the project was assigned, someone was absent from class in our group, namely two specific people (out of five). When the less expected member actually showed up, my classmate and I agreed that if this were a bet, we'd have lost.
The classmate did come in with a completely different portion of the project than she said she'd do, but whatever. At least she was there.
5.
Classmate (same one): "What are you reading? An Oregon Trail blog?"
Me: laughs, "No, The Pioneer Woman - you have GOT to check this out."
So I know I'm late to the whole Pioneer Woman thing. I did check her out once a few months ago and, admittedly, I just didn't get it. Whatever was going on on her page that day didn't do it for me.
But yesterday, Katie at Confessions of a Young Married Couple wrote about meeting Pioneer Woman at her book signing in NYC this past weekend and the way she described her made me want to take a second look.
So I did... and then I came across her story of how she (Pioneer Woman) and her husband (Marlboro Man) met: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels.
Now, I'll say this: I'm not one for a love story, in the traditional sense. I hate The Notebook because I think it's sentimental drivel.
But this? I was HOOKED. Totally riveted. I read EVERY Black Heels to Tractor Wheels entry yesterday, squeezing it in to little spaces of free time. And, seriously? Hot damn. Hot, hot damn. If your relationship has lost its spark, go read this. Every entry made me want to rush home and, uh, remind the hubby of our first month of dating. (Mmm, memories.)
I hope she turns it into a published non-fiction novel because I would buy it in a hot second; in fact, I'd buy one for me AND a bunch for people I know.
So I am now a Pioneer Woman devotee. Totally. And I just missed her this weekend. Damn! Why am I always just a hair behind the curve?
6.
Classmate: "It's almost as cool as that video of Christopher Walken reading the "Poker Face" lyrics.
What? So I put aside Pioneer Woman for a few minutes and watched this. You should, too.
7.
Hubby (as I walk in the door): Hi honey, how're you doing?
Me: Pregnant.
Hubby: Uh, well, yeah - I knew that because I'm pretty sure I was there when it happened.
What I went on to explain was that, yes, I've been pregnant for four and a half (!!) months now, but yesterday was the first day I really felt pregnant, which to me means that my pants were annoyingly tight.
I've had friends talk about a "food baby" - how their stomach pooches after they eat and their bellies expand. I never had that; I guess I just had enough spare room, who knows. (Besides, if you've ever had to buy plus-size pants, you know they always end up with extra room somewhere - for me, that tended to be in the tummy anyway.)
But yesterday, I would eat something and my waistband would feel tight. Or I'd have to pee and it would be uncomfortable. I have to say, I don't like the having to pee when my body says so thing. I'm used to peeing when I feel like it - meaning, I know when I have to go, but I don't have to go RIGHT then. I can hold it while I finish a task or two or twelve. But now? If I wait five minutes, my pants start to feel constricting. *sigh*
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Reader Comments (1)
I totally hear you on the Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, it's what got me hooked. I read it in two days (every spare moment) and then called my best friend and told her she better free her schedlue!