Cooking!

I watched Julie and Julia a couple of weeks ago and of course was inspired to cook my own way through a cookbook. I do all of my cooking out of my cookbooks anyway and I love trying new recipes (just ask my annoyed husband--we never eat the same thing twice) so it was a perfect idea...thanks Julie and Julia!

I am taking a much more casual approach to this whole thing and I probably won't blog about every thing I make but you get the idea. The cookbook that I will be using is Everyday Pasta by Giada De Laurentiis. You might know her from Food Network. I LOVE Italian food so I am pretty excited.

Today, I started out with the first recipe in the book for Baked Caprese Salad which is an appetizer and Wagon Wheels with Artichoke Pesto for the main course. Let me just say, wow! Yummy Yummy! My kid was chowing down on the pasta and secretly I knew he was eating artichokes, among other healthy items. Hubby even liked the appetizer and that is pretty big considering he is usually afraid of any "too-healthy" looking items. These are not my pics but these are what I made. Definitely give these a try!

yet another dream...

Okay let me see...
Well, last night I dreamed that my step-mom was cheating on my dad and she happened to show me the incriminating evidence, kind of accidentally. My dad was really bummed and had a hunch that she had been cheating but didn't have proof so I had to make a really hard decision. I had to decide which one I was going to be loyal to. (always a really fun thing to do as a kid--I was still in high school in the dream.) So I sucked it up and went with good ole Dad. To make a long dream short I ended up telling him and showing him what I knew and let him make his own decisions about what he wanted to do. I felt really bad for my little sis in the dream though because she was not yet a teenager so I knew it would be rough for her if her parents split up. Divorce sucks. I have only begun to realize in the last few years how much that statement is true. Honestly I felt bad for all parties involved, even my step-mom. Before I woke from my dream I was just hanging back watching this small family to see what would come of it all. I remember hoping that everything would somehow be better in the end for at least my step-mom and my Dad. I wanted them both to be happy. My little sister? Well, I knew she was pretty much screwed because kids inevitably get the really shitty end of the divorce stick.


I also caught on to this key clue. My role in the dream and how I perceived myself in it was that of an uninvolved third party. I was involved but only just enough. I felt that I was an unaffected outsider for the most part. This is how I have played my roles in my real life family as well, for mandatory coping reasons I am sure. I found it interesting that I viewed it that same way in my dream because this is not how I would like to be but more of an automatic thing.

Okay, have a great day! hehe

dropping by in the middle of the night

Okay so it is 5:30AM and I am still not taking my ass to bed. Don't get me started on how much I love the middle of the night. Anyway, I just stumbled onto this song and I am totally digging it. So much so that it is going on my damn blog.



Okay well I guess I am going to grab the Zune and head in to join my fam in the bed. Looks like I am going to need some music in my ear to coax me to sleep tonight. Bring on NIN, unconventional lullaby, I know. See you on the other side!

funny fish

Well, another dream last night but I don't feel like rehashing it all out this morning. I will say that it was it was comical, I was rebellious and it seemed to be centered around me having zero respect for my mother.

On another note, there are three fish our tank that are in the middle of some breeding war. I watch them during the day sometimes and it is becoming quite hilarious. There are two males and one female. Both of the males have spent countless hours building these elaborate nests and trying to seduce the female to come and lay her eggs but she wants nothing to do with either of them. This morning I saw that they were stealing from each others nests! I mean that is LOW! It makes them really mad too. I imagine them running away with leaves in their mouths screaming, "Take that fucker!"

another dream...

Well, I debated about whether or not I should put this here but what the hell. It was a dream and I can't control the things that go through my crazy pregnant mind in the middle of the night. So...
Last night in my dreams I had semi-sexual relations with one of my first cousins. We made it to about 2nd base before we got CAUGHT by my whole family! All I can say is that it was closer to a nightmare, for more than one reason. Well, I am off to start my day.

T-shirts and pajama pants

T-shirts and pajama pants, the hum-drum of every wardrobe. Here is the major malfunction with mine.

Problem #1 My t-shirts are too old. I mean ridiculously old. I am still wearing around shirts from the '90's. Every single one of them is stained, ripped or holey. The fabric has worn so thin that I could rip them apart with my bare hands without putting in any effort whatsoever. I fear that they will fall apart in the washer, which has happened to me in the past sorry to say.

My excuse: I am a loser and never go anywhere or do anything in which I would be entitled to a new t-shirt. Or, my t-shirts are simply too sentimental to me to ever get rid of them. I mean who doesn't love to wear an old holey t-shirt to bed? I am pretty sure that I am dealing with a little of both here.

Solution: My goal is to get rid of all of my current t-shirts and start anew. If I want t-shirts then I will have to earn them by running 5K's, donating blood, volunteering, traveling, and you get the drift. Now, I am pregnant and WAY above my normal size right now s0 I am going to have to delay this journey for right now but when I achieve my normal size again I will give myself a year to see what I can come up with. I will keep you all updated with my progress here of course.

Problem #2 Comfy, cute, girly pajama pants have evaded me my entire life.

My excuse: I am too tall for all of the cutesy women's pajama pants and the men's pants have crotches that come to my knees. What does a tall girl have to do for some damn cute pajama pants!? I will tell you what...

Solution: I will make them. I know how to sew now and while I have not mastered pants yet I am pretty sure I can swing some flannel drawstring pajama pants. And the big kicker is that I can make them as LONG as I want. Once again I am huge right now so I will have to postpone this for a few months but I can't wait to begin!

If I am going to be hanging around the house playing stay-at-home-mom with a toddler and a newborn for awhile I can at least be "styling" house-style with my new t-shirts and my cute jammy pants.

What condition are your t-shirts in?

I'm a whore!

So last night I worked in a whore house...in my dream. This was one of those dreams that felt like it lasted all night too so a lot happened. The greatest part about working at the whore house last night was that I didn't have to "whore" at all because I was still pregnant by hubby's baby in my dream. Don't ask me who the idiot was who hired a married pregnant woman, but I digress.
This was...the whore house of my dreams, literally. Even though I was pregnant, I was beautiful pregnant. (HA!) I felt so pretty that I totally felt confident walking around naked with the other girls in our living quarters. We had regular grooming provided for us including waxing, manis, pedis, etc. One of my friends worked there with me and the rest of the girls and guys were not only highly educated but were very friendly and provided great lengthy stimulating conversation.
We were expected to work out most days and were provided with an AMAZING gym. I was giddy at the the thought even though I was prego and couldn't do much.
Well, it is slipping away, so I will be quick here...naked group therapy was not only hilarious but very refreshing. I stealthily decided that I would work there until they deemed me able to "whore" again and then I would quit. Oops :)
After I woke I told hubby about my dream and he told me that he had dreamed that I was cheating on him right next to him in the bed. What a coincidence! I assured him all was well and that even though I WAS working in a whore house I was being as pure as fresh snow.

What did you dream about last night?

Comfortably numb...

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I feel sick...

Wow. Just wow. I see one status message on facebook from someone in my past pertaining to a car tragedy I was involved in with three other people and my emotional juices started flowing. Hard. I can't even type fast enough to get down all that I am feeling because they are running around in there too fast. I am sure the hormonal imbalances of being pregnant don't help. I don't know if I am comforted or distressed that there are at least a small handful of people, three of us for sure, that will carry this one group of horrible memories, each through our own eyes, for the rest of our lives. I'm feeling nauseated so I will leave you with this.

Wear your goddamn seat belt and don't fuck around with automobiles. One bad decision can change your life and many others.