discovering why our house smells like cat pee…
03 Aug 2009 3 Comments
I think we need a larger litter box…
the time we realized that our neighborhood knows too much…
13 May 2009 4 Comments
When we moved into our neighborhood, I wasn’t quite sure about it. I grew up in an area where it was like small town – everyone was friendly and got along. You knew your neighbors and talked to everyone. I was nervous about buying a house where we did because it’s a part of the city that I always thought was not very community oriented. But, we decided it wouldn’t be our forever home, just a starter home, so I could manage a few years.
When we moved in, it was winter so we never saw anyone. The first Spring, we started to see more people out and about, but with our home situation, we were both out quite often during the weekends and never had a chance to even see who our neighbors were, with the exception of the folks who lived on either side of us. In the middle of the summer was the accident, when Jason ended up staying in the Hospital for three months and I wasn’t home as I was spending my time between work and the hospital.
The past few weeks, we’ve been trying to get out and go for walks. We’ve slowly, very slowly been meeting our various neighbors and have been surprised at how friendly they’ve all been. But, what’s stranger is how most of them seem to know the story of last summer.
Last week, we were taking a walk with the baby and were one street over from our house when a Woman who lived in a house on that street came to the sidewalk to say hello and see the baby. We had the following conversation:
Lady: Look at the little baby! How old is he?
Me: Just about three weeks old.
Lady: It’s amazing what you miss in the Winter when you don’t see people, I didn’t even know you were pregnant!
Me: Yeah, I had a great matternity coat that hid it.
Lady: Well, I started to think something was going on when I walked past your house the other day and saw the baby swing through the window. I figured that you either must have had a baby or it was some weird kind of Physiotherapy equipment for you. You’re still in Pysio right?
Jason: …. um…. yeah, I am….
Me: ……..
This was the first time I’d ever met this neighbor. She doesnt’ even live on our street. I guess the neighborhood talks a lot more then we originally thought.
week 28!
10 Jan 2009 1 Comment
in family, house, marriage, pregnancy
As suspected, my due date was moved up back to my original due date of April 9th! I knew I was further along then that first ultrasound said.
Now that I’ve been moved two weeks further into my pregnancy, I’m starting to panic at the amount of things we have to do to prepare for the little one. Hospital registration, pre-natal classes, cord blood registration and let’s not forget the most important, setting up of the nursery.
See… this is where we hit a little bit of a snag. Our house is a disaster, to put it in the nicest of terms. Seeing as how my Husband has been broken since August 1st and my constant exhaustion, nausea, heart burn and just desire to do nothing at all, our house has been neglected. Now that my Brother and Nephew have moved out and back in with his Girlfriend, we’re ready to set up the Nursey, but the Nursery is still filled with excess furniture in our attempt to have a cute little ‘guest room’. The office is so crammed with furniture, that you can hardly tell that I’ve never painted the walls and have been living with ‘primer white’ for the past year. We have so much stuff, that we’re starting to feel suffocated. Seriously, we’re just two people, why do we have enough furniture to fill three houses!?
Fortunately, my lovely Sister and Brother In Law are on their way over and will spend the afternoon moving all the excess down into the basement so we can very soon set up the cute baby furniture we’re so ready to buy.
Our Basement Rec Room is now a storage room, but seeing as how my Husband still can’t easily make his way down those stairs, it’s not like we’ll be using that room any time soon.
My April, I’m anticipating having an adorable nursery, functional office and one heck of a large garage sale on our front lawn.
and end to 2008…
31 Dec 2008 Leave a Comment
My family had a tradition every year of waiting until New Years day to take down the tree. The belief was, you want to carry in the old year into the new. What a better way then with sparkly lights and tinsel!
Jason’s family was different. They always took down the tree the last day of the year. This caused some discussion with Jason and myself the first few years we were together. I was always adament that the tree came down on New Years Day and that was just that.
This year, I’m not so adament… on Boxing Day, my Mother in Law came into the kitchen and said ‘You have to take down all these decorations on New ?Years Eve. We can’t bring 2008 into 2009, we need a fresh start’. And you know? She’s right. And, the past hour has been spent boxing up all our decorations and Christmas’y nic nacks and are waiting by the basement door for Jason’s Dad to come over and pack away downstiars.
2009, we’re ready.
the time that I realized I’ll never be Carrie Bradshaw…
20 May 2008 Leave a Comment
in friends, house, marriage, memories
As with a lot of girls my age, I went through my 20′s watching shows such as Friends and Sex in the City. I dreamt of living in New York City in an incredible apartment with amazing friends. In my dreams, I was wearing designer clothes, going to fancy parties and sitting around with my equally fabulous girlfriends talking about how lucky we were to be so great.
I never thought my life quite measured up to what it was supposed to be. My early 20′s weren’t so fabulous and weren’t going the way TV was telling me they should. Truth be told, I was a little bit dissapointed that I couldn’t be more like Carrie Bradshaw.
Over the past little while I’ve been re-examining my life. I’ve been looking at where I am, what I’m going, what I’ve done, and I have to be honest, it’s not what I wanted 10 years ago. But, I’m not saying that it’s worse.
True, I don’t go to swishy parties with celebrities and fashionistas. But, nothing can hold a candle to girls night with a board game and a bottle of wine. My dreams of cute little apartments overlooking the park come second to my house that I bought with my husband.
I’ve realized that I’ll never be Carrie Bradshaw, but I’ve ended up with something even better.
