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I’m Back!

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No, I really haven’t been anywhere.  Just busy and on my other blog most of the time . . .  and work has been nuts.  It’s cool though.

We had some visitors from NYC the other week.  Friends of ours that we knew when we lived there.  They have 2 boys and live in a 2 bedroom apartment on lower 5th avenue.  The apartment is prob. worth over $1M.  It’s not huge, decent by New York standards.  They came to our house for dinner and to visit and totally lost their shit over our house–in a good way, but it was funny.  I am still sort of freaked out by how big our house is compared to every other place we have ever lived but for folks from NYC it must seem palatial- then add on to that the comparatively low housing cost, and the pool and the hot tub . . . it probably does seem kind of crazy.

We are about to celebrate 2 birthdays next week.  Precious Perfect will be three and Baby Dude will be 1.  Little Dude is now almost 7. Yikes.  Hard to believe we have been here that long already.  Oh yeah- almost forgot, we joined the ranks of uber vehicle owners.  I resisted as long as I could but Hubs overruled me.  We traded in my adorable Audi for a big freaking suv with a third row.  It’s inaugural voyage was a drive to DisneyWorld in July for the marathon weekend.  You know, not bad.  I mean it is a nice car but jeezus it is large.  So now I guess we are like everyone else here.  At least in that respect.

Oh, and least I forget– it’s wildflower season here again.  Or as I like to call it, Hell.  You know wildflowers are protected so you can’t mow them.  All over the place there are giant [weed] patches that won’t see a mower until at least the end of May.  You can only imagine the amount of pollen and what not in the air.  And of course this includes those stupid blue bonnets.  I guess they aren’t stupid just the reaction to them from everyone is stupid.  You’ll be cruising down the road and all of a sudden here is some family on the side of the road trying to take pictures of their kids in a patch of blue bonnets.  Super idea- let’s have the little kids loose next to a busy road!  Awesome.  Precious Perfect can’t really pronounce a B so it sounds like she is saying “look at the vomits”.  It’s awesome.

So during the non-mowing season I have to make sure to take claritin everyday, use the neti pot and take the nose spray to keep my head from clogging and exploding.  Good times.  It’s actually not as bad as the first year though.    Knock on wood.

That’s about that.



4th of July

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Guess what I got on the 4th at the waterfront festival in The Woodlands?  A beer koozy y’all!  You cannot make this stuff up.


Sidenote–also had some freaking fantastic popcorn from DocPop or something.  These people could not make it fast enough.  I need to look that up and find out how to get more.

Worst Blogger Ever . . .

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Of course I refer to myself there.  Oddly I only seem able to use the computer when I am in the office.  I only rarely use it at home and when I do its not to blog or do much of anything outside of checking email.  I barely even send emails from home.   As a result, after spending 11 at weeks at home on maternity leave with ample time to blog and do lots of stuff on the internet I have done none of that.  I can’t even say that I really even followed the news.   So, what have I done?

I have followed; all Closer reruns on TNT; the end of season episodes of Bones; The Young & The Restless; Kathy Lee and Hoda; Rizzoli & Isles; and have gotten hooked on Supernatural reruns and the new season of Franklin and Bash.  The Mark-Paul Gossalear and Breckin Meyer combo is charming and a real treasure rivaled only by that of Shaun and Gus from Psych.

I also managed to read 10 books:  All 3 Shades of Grey, Abe Lincoln Vampire Hunter, Pride & Prejudice and Zombies, The Help, Cutting for Stone, The Drop, Port Mortuary, Flash and Bones, The Abbey, and Red Mist.  I however, lost my ability to do simple math–that is really 12 books.  I ran, I did Pilates, I had facials, I lost 25 pounds (but have 20 more to go), I took naps with the baby.  Napping with baby being the highlight of my time home.

On the car front- we went with the Infiniti JX.  Nice third row, big but not ridiculous and nicely outfitted.  Now I have joined the legions in Texas with a white car with air conditioned front seats.  It kind of always feels like you are sitting on ice cubes.  Definitely takes some getting used to.

Am I glad to be back at work?  yes, I am.  Admittedly, I’m not the best at being at home.  The longer I’m there the less I want to do on a daily basis until the point comes where I am spending most of the day in bed in pajamas and eating cheese and olives and drinking espresso all day.  It’s a truly sad sight.  My ability to hold a conversation slowly dribbles out my ear and I can’t remember anything 2 minutes after thinking it or being told.  Perhaps now that I am back I may start thinking about renaming my blog too.  My big move was just about 2 years ago-as soon as I think of something catchy I’ll do it.  My biggest concern right now is finding work clothes that fit.

That pretty much covers everything from the past 3 months.  Baby is awesome, the sibs are good and I am back to balancing work and frivolous internet pursuits.  Ahhh .. .

Name game . . .

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The Hubs and I are really bad at picking names.  You’d think we’d have a better idea after doing it twice already.  With the first it was hard b/c we honestly didn’t like (for us) that many boy names.  When that boy came 6 weeks early we at least had it narrowed down a little bit, but the Dude was more adamant about “his” name than I was about mine so after some intense negotiation where it was agreed I got to name the next boy, we went with his choice.  Girl names were easier b/c there were more we liked and more we agreed on so that one was at least fairly easy even though we didn’t pin it down until a few weeks before Precious Perfect arrived.  Naming Number 3 is trickier.  We’ve already used up the one boy name we thought was pretty good–at least the one we agree on.  And conveniently our verbal contract on my naming the next boy is being disputed by Dude.

It seems we find ourselves in the same spot as nearly 6 years ago.  I have about 3 name combos I can work with.  hubs has 1 first name he will agree to and the middle name is up for grabs, however he seems pretty set on the one he has picked and its doubtful he would go with another suggestion.  Result- negotiations on naming rights are once again open.

2 weeks to go before No. 3 gets here.   Note, if someone wants the name he has picked then he had better find something good to offer up in exchange.

Aside from all that, still at work.  People are starting to look at me like its painful to see me.  I guess I can understand that.  Random women are soliciting my due date more and more and acting shocked its not say, tomorrow.  Can rarely get through a day where my feet don’t swell out of my shoes.  My hands look like the Man Hands ep of Seinfeld, lovely.  Looking forward to working from home next week so I can  wear yoga pants, a t-shirt and flip flops.  Last Pilates session is tomorrow b/c I just really can’t move that much anymore.  But thank you to my awesome instructor Melanie Nasser who has kept me in line and pain free as I pack on all this extra weight.  It has made a huge difference.

Car update: for that wider vehicle looks like we may be able to go with the Infiniti JX (test drive tk) and avoid a monstrous big SUV for now.    That is, at least until Little Dude gets too big for the third row.  Maybe then we swap him up front and put Precious Perfect in the back?  Somehow I feel she would not stand for that.  Another problem for another day, thank goodness.

Just an Observation . . .

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We moved to Houston for my job.  I work, have always worked, have always wanted to work.  The most I ever wanted to stay home was maybe one day a week or every other week–and even then I would want to be home alone.  Maybe someday I’ll change my schedule to leave early and spend the afternoons with the bambinos, but not right now.  That said, it seems like a disproportionate number of women in The Woodlands are stay at home moms.  Not that there is anything wrong with that.  My level of awareness has just been raised by all the women I meet who want to have play dates at 3 in the afternoon or meet for lunch during the week, which for obvious reason I can’t do.  And they don’t want to meet on the weekend.  I assume many of these stay at home moms stay at home b/c they moved to The Woo as the tagalong spouse when their husbands were transferred for their oil and gas jobs.  Maybe they didn’t work before they moved, that doesn’t really matter to me.  Only that I feel more guilt for not being at every school event and volunteering in the classroom every week than I did in VA.   Just something to get used to I suppose.

Trucks and more trucks . . .

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Yes, I am still obsessing over the sheer number and size of the pick ups and SUVs here.  The preschool parking lot is dwarfed every night about 6 pm when the horde rolls in to pick up.  Granted, I have an SUV.  IN face I have 2, but both are of the smaller variety and can’t even touch a Sequoia, Tahoe or Suburban.  It used to be the only people with Suburbans were families with more than 3 kids, at least in my world growing up.  A Suburban siting was a rare and mystical event, almost like spotting a unicorn.  Now, not so much.  Women tote around little babies in these giant cars.  I had only ever thought about getting a big SUV once my kids were old enough that we may need to cart around sports gear or their friends–still a few years away.  I can’t even wrap my mind around the pick up trucks here.  All seem to have a lift and giant tires AND 4 doors in many cases b/c it’s the family vehicle.  What’s up with that?  Little Dude thinks they are all monster trucks they are so tall.  How do even get in and out of those?

As I recall, the huge car of choice in Alexandria/DC was the Escalade and even then there were not many.  I think most people can’t get them into the garage and in some cases into the driveway when you live in a house built in the 1930s-60s.

Don’t even get me started on navigating a parking garage with these behemoths in attendance.  The garage at my building has had to mark some spots off for “compact only” b/c too many trucks were parking on the ends and making it nearly impossible to turn the corner.  How is the gas mileage on those do you think?


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5 days until closing and loan is not nailed down yet.  Panic is setting in.  Getting a mortage post economic melt down stinks.  Way too much stress for me and productivity at work is at an all time low due to all the time I spend harassing the mortgage guy for answers and emailing him and his flunkies for various things.

On a good note Husband and Son made it to Oklahoma . . . but then took off again 2 days later for Yellowstone.    Sad note, because of the closing next Monday I won’t be going to parents’ this weekend so will go two whole weeks without Baby.  I think I’ve hit the tipping point on stress related to this move.  Cannot WAIT for it all to be over.

That is  all.

Elvis has left the building . . .

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Since I left home in 1996 to move to NYC this is the 4th time we have moved and possibly the most stressful.  I think the other times were less so b/c we did it ourselves and I was a bit more clueless.  This move involved 2 kids, 2 dogs, a cat, exponentially much more stuff and 2 cars.

First hiccup on Monday of week we were to leave was with the dogs.  Rain in Houston meant that the pups would miss their connecting flight to Tulsa in Houston-possibly.  However, since the connecting flight was 4 hours after the flight to Houston the airline could not predict at the time if it was late or not so it just assumed the dogs would miss the flight which meant they had to be rescheduled or set up in the kennel in Houston.  Trying to avoid the kennel fee I opted to rebook and do the same drill the next day, Tues.  Houston weather had not improved much by 4pm the next day so I just went ahead and booked the kennel with the caveat that IF the connecting flight was delayed and the dogs could get on it DO NOT kennel them and put them on that flight.  Guess what?  No one read the instructions and the dogs were taken OFF the same plane that was going to Tulsa and put in the kennel.  Wed. they had to sit around in the kennel all day waiting for the flight to Tulsa at 9:30.  Result– instead of getting to Tulsa 2 days before me the dogs arrived 9 hours AFTER me.  Only good thing out of it was I got to go get them at the airport and see them.

Second hitch:  After movers arrived to start packing it came out on second day of packing that no one had any intention of getting all of our stuff out of the attic and somehow we were expected to get it all down.  Granted we got it up there but seriously what is the benefit of movers if they won’t move all the stuff that you don’t want to deal with?  What exactly is my company paying for if the movers won’t move everything?  This nonsense coincided with the dog fiasco just to make it more interesting.  After several dead end calls to the local company asking about getting guys up in the attic I finally got a call from the booker in Canada who said we had been told we had to get it all down ourselves end of story.  If we had been told this it was by no means said in explicit terms to give anyone the impression that we had to do it ourselves.  After much pointless argument I had to resort to yelling and cursing.  Got a call back later letting me know that attic would get cleared out by movers.  Next day, Husband calls to say that in fact movers still refused to go up there and he ended up pitching everything down to them.  Disappointing.

Lots of other little things happened that I won’t bore anyone about.  Gram, Baby and I left Wed. morning on schedule.  Guys packed truck all day and finished at 1 a.m. and pulled away Thursday afternoon.  Now the other half of my family are somewhere in Tennessee touring Civil War battlefields on the way to Tulsa (and taking their sweet time).  Today, I am back in Houston at work and Baby is back with Gram.  I am more than ready to be settled in the new house already.