Happy Labor Day!

I was almost scared to entitle this blog post as such because everyone is going to freak out and think I went into labor.  I did not.  I’m holding steady here at 40 weeks and a few days, very very cranky, but feeling ok considering.  What I am a little sick of?  The insane comments I’ve been getting, mainly from men on how “huge” I am, and folks asking if I’m sure there aren’t two in there.  I understand that people may not know what to say.  So say nothing if you feel uncomfortable.  Please don’t just say whatever pops into your head because I really can’t promise I won’t completely lose it on the next person who’s asked me how much weight I’ve gained, or points out my boobs.  It’s not nice.

So for Labor Day, we had an absolutely uneventful day.  I woke earlier than Austin, and headed out to Whole Foods just to get out of the house.  Halfway through the short drive though, I sort of glanced in the rearview and realized I looked completely a mess.  My hair needs a retwist, I wasn’t wearing any makeup, and I generally looked really…just not good.  And I always run into people I know at Whole Foods, so I hanged (hung?) a right, and went to Tropical Smoothie, where I had a coupon for, and I ended up paying ten cents for my smoothie.  Avocolada, no extra sweeteners.  Light and delicious.  When I do my smoothies at home, I’m so in love with avocado in my smoothies now for a little calorie/fat boost in the morning.  Game changer. Except it turns your smoothies a repulsive color, but I can get past that.

By the time I got back, Austin was mowing the lawn, and I took a quick bath (I was feeling a little uncomfortable) before Austin, my brother, and I went to CrazyFire Mongolian Grill for lunch.  I normally can’t even with that place – haven’t been there since I was severely hungover in Elon, but I figured I could throw some innumerable amount of pepper on the dish and walk around to get things moving.  Food was good and spicy.  Did not work.  I will add spicy food to the list of things that don’t really get labor going.  But it tasted bomb!

I napped while the boys did our grocery shopping – I got really lucky with that, and after I decided I was sick of having been in the house for a few hours, Austin and I went to Whole Foods and sat outside to eat a cookie and drink a kombucha (me, not him since he finds my “vinegar drank” repulsive).

No pools for us this year.  No Fripp.  No Ft. Lauderdale. But Labor Day, all and all was nice, and I wish I had an extra day with Austin to hang out and take laps around the neighborhood.  He’s a good egg, that one is.

What did you to for Labor Day?  Did you have the day off of work?  

On hating Valentine’s Day.

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First off, I have had to work so hard with myself to resist the feeling like I want to get a heart-shaped donut from Krispy Kreme and a coffee. And the main reason is because even though when it goes down it tastes good, that thing will sit in your stomach like a sweet rock.  Plus I’m kinda trying to decide if I want to get a package of those red velvet Oreos so I can eat a few and go to town writing about the delicious medley inside of my mouth.

So, I feel like in high school, that it was really cool to hate on Valentine’s Day. Wear all black, pull your hood up, and profess that the day was “stupid,” “manufactured by Hallmark,” and that “you shouldn’t have to wait for a special day to tell your spouse/partner that you love him or her”.

I always loved the day because I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic idiot, but even single, the concept of pinks, reds, whites, and candy candy candy at a time when it’s not Halloween is simply magical to me.  To demonstrate this, enjoy this summary from one of my favorite books when I was like in 7th grade.

This sassy Cinderella story centers on 14-year-old Ashley Ella Toral, who has just received an invitation to the biggest bash of the season, a New Millennium’s Eve party held at the prestigious Ocean Crest Country Club and hosted by her heartthrob, Trevor Cranston. Thwarting her chance to usher in the year 2000 in style are her two bratty, scheming stepsisters, Paige and Jessica, and Ashley’s stepmother, Phyllis, who wants Ashley to baby-sit on the night of the big event. At the same time the unpampered princess is wallowing in self-pity, her unlikely fairy godmother (Phyllis’s grandmother) is flying in from Florida to bestow enough gifts, cash and service upon Ashley to make most of her dreams come true. Besides offering plenty of laughs, this updated classic adds much color to characters traditionally painted in black and white. Ashley’s stepmother is not evil so much as self-centered and overwrought by financial concerns, and Ashley, virtuous though she is, can be rather testy at times. Jukes has a ball adding new twists to an all-too-familiar plot, and readers will want to get in on the fun, too. Ages 10-up. (Sept.)

All I wanted was romance.

So…need a few reasons to love V-Day?

  • Reese’s hearts.  On par with the Reese’s big cup, Reese’s eggs, and Reese’s trees, Reese’s hearts are perfect for one reason, and for one reason only.  The peanut butter to chocolate ratio.
Yes Daddy.
Yes Daddy.
  • The colors pink and red. They ain’t nobody who doesn’t look good in a hot red dress.
  • Glitter.
  • And finally,  75% off CANDY?!  Now granted, this will only occur in the day/days following the big day, but HOLLA for some candy.  When I was in social work, I may or may not have taken full advantage of this to get clients to accomplish their goals.

So…do you love or hate the day?

Merry Christmas Eve!

A quick check-in with you all.

Hope everyone is having a great holiday.  I’m finally tucked in in Charlotte with most of the family, but not before I put in a full day in Raleigh.

I started with a plan to leave the homestead for my parents’ around 12 noon, but that was not to be.

Thankfully, I don’t think my mom will be reading this before she gets her gift tomorrow morning, but my dad asked me to stop by the Best Buy to pick up something called the Google Chromecast.  Little did I know that this was such a hot item in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I hit the Best Buy on Capital.  Nope.

I hit the Best Buy near my home. No way.

Wal-Mart told me they had them.  I drove there.  They did not.

I hit Tiger Direct.  They didn’t even stock the item.

I tried the AT&T store.

And finally, I had to call my sister in Charlotte to run to the Best Buy near my parents’, hours after I’d embarked on my journey.

Cooked a little tofu, banged out a nap, and stole away for a few miles before I had to get into the Lancer (which someone hit in the parking lot of Best Buy while I was trying to make my way back home, at this point, almost with tears in my eyes).

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A swollen Crabtree Creek after a night full of rain.

And…

Greenway 2
Some chilly greenway – if nothing else, Raleigh is hilly!

Anyhoo, I made it. Have a Happy Holiday! I will check in with you guys soon!