My lists

I kind of have the opinion of "If I'm nauseous, you should be too". So just for the fun of complaining, here's my list of things that are making me sick right now. It changes daily.

The smell of food, pretty much any food.
The smell of dog food and dog treats.
The sight of food on tv. All those food commercials are disgusting.
The smell of Tristan's paint, and he's been in a painting mood lately.
The smell of wet dog, it's been raining here.
The thought of food, I HAD to go grocery shopping today and it was horrible. But poor Tristan needs to eat, even if I can't.
Watching any disgusting shows like CSI, Bones, Survivor, Amazing Race, Kid Nation, anything where there is blood, guts, or food shown in a disgusting way.

Really, poor Tristan. I don't feel like putting much effort into anything, like playing, cooking, cleaning. And this kid is feeling great and has just as much energy as ever. And Doug just left again for three weeks, so it's just me and Tristan here to fend for ourselves. Like I said, poor kid. I'm really hoping this morning sickness stuff (still the wrong term for it) goes away by the end of the month. Really 3 months is enough. I'm tired of feeling queasy ALL day long. And not being able to eat anything good. Although I have had some rare moments when I can eat, something does sound good, and then it's like the scene from Jurassic Park where they lower the cow into the raptor cage. Seriously, don't come near me you might lose a finger.

On the up side, the sun is shining today and I plan to get our stuff to decorate for Christmas. Tristan is all excited since I reminded him he has his own tree. We have to go to our storage shed and get all the stuff first. Fun fun there. And then it would really help if I cleaned my house before decorating, but I think it'll be more like while I'm decorating. Dust the shelf before I put something on it to collect more dust. I think it should be part of your prenatal care that they send a maid to your house to clean. That would be awesome. Ok, I guess I've complained enough, I'll stop. Time to decorate the house (and maybe clean it).

Random junk

So I guess I'll start out with, I'm pregnant! Yep, number two is on the way. Hopefully a girl. I don't know if my morning sickness (such the wrong name for that) is worse or the same. But I can say, I'm tired of eating crackers already. Anyway, that's that news.

I was reading "Baby Laughs" by Jenny McCarthy yesterday and I have some advice. Don't drink and read. I almost choked and squirted cranberry juice out my nose. It is a very funny book.

You know what's ironic? Micheal Jackson on the cover of Ebony magazine. Nuff said.

I was watching tv and a football commercial came on. What is it about sports guys hitting each other on the butt. You don't see that anywhere but sports. You don't see Army guys tapping each others tushies. "Hey good shooting" smack. Is it because sports guys see each other naked a lot. Like my friend Carin's theory on guys who sit next to each other at the movies. Some guys leave the "man seat" between them. Her husband does, he won't sit right next to another guy. But it is really funny to go to a movie here on post and see the basic trainees come in and sit right next to each other. They've seen each other naked. And it's true, all the guys in uniform will sit next to each other. The ones in civies don't. Thank goodness women don't have that problem. I can sit right next to a friend.

Tristan's funny expression of the week: "Oh my gracious Lord!". He sits on the toilet so long his legs fall asleep. What can I say, he's slow at times. Anyway so when he tries to stand up, it hurts. He was saying "Oh God", but I told him that's not nice so he can't say it. I don't know where he got "oh my gracious Lord" but he says it like a little old man at a tent revival. It's hilarious.

Tristan and I went to Toys-r-us on Wednesday to get Christmas list ideas. I might as well just move there and save the hassle of moving the store to our house. Ok, it's not quit that bad, but there are plenty of ideas of things he wants. Unfortunately he wants a lot of big toys. Hello kid, small house, no storage, remember?


This is Tristan in his halloween costume.


Yep, another spider-man suit.


Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!