I'm not going to address my husband's pathetic Redskins-Rams predictions from the previous post. Instead, I'm blogging about girly stuff. This pregnancy has been on the whole, easier than my pregnancy with Harper. [Side note: that assertion will be tested this Friday when I go for my three hour glucose test after failing the one hour test last week. If I have gestational diabetes, I'm sure that my perspective on this pregnancy might change.] Unlike my last pregnancy, "morning" sickness actually ended with my first trimester, I am not grossed out by any and every meat product, and while I have heartburn it isn't nearly as bad. However, with this pregnancy, my hormones have manifested themselves in other ways. For example, during the first trimester, I almost got us a kitten. I couldn't stop thinking about getting one even though we already have one cat, and for now, one is really enough. That desire eventually faded, and then the last month I keep thinking about getting a puppy. Totally irrational with a toddler I can barely keep track of and a baby on the way. Fortunately my brain is overriding the desire for more pets! My "nesting" instinct is in full force and I've been on a rampage to get our family room finally decorated (I think the addition of cable and my obsession with HGTV have also contributed to that one). And most recently, I've had the odd desire to die my hair.
Now, some hair care background. My last haircut was at Hair Cuttery and I have never died my hair in my life. First, at the salon it's extremely expensive. Second, it seems like once you start dying your hair, then you just can't stop because then you have roots that you have to cover, and it is just one endless expensive cycle. And third, well, I've just never really desired to. Pregnancy has changed all that. After thinking about it, I decided maybe I could try dying my hair with one of those do-it-yourself kits that wash out after a month. I figured, hey, one month of hair dye, even if it's awful, will only be one month. After spending time at the computerized color metering machine at Target (how cool is that?), I picked a color, and spent a whopping $6.67 on Garnier Nutrise Number 80, medium natural blond.
So tonight was the night. The hair dye instructions said to use the special tool to part your hair into sections and apply the color cream liberally from the roots out. Sounds easy enough until I started trying to do it. And I start to wonder, what if I miss some spots in the back? Am I going to have huge spots that are somewhat more blond than others? And then I realize the instructions say after applying, let it sit on your hair for 10 minutes, but be careful not to let it sit on your hair longer than that. Well, I start to panic a bit, because does this mean from the time I started, or from the time I finish applying, and again, does this mean I'm going to have random blonder spots? At this point there is cream on half my head, so I quickly finished applying the hair color (and the parting tool, I mean really, who can part hair on the back of their head into tiny even sections?). I wait 10 minutes and pray that I do not look like a bleached patchy blond at the end of this process. I rinse my hair, apply the special "nourishing" conditioner with bamboo extract (apparently bamboo is harder than steel...hmmm...), rinse again, and hop out of the shower and blow dry my hair anxiously awaiting the results.
And the verdict. Well, apparently I picked a color a little too close to my hair color. It looks almost completely the same. Chris could barely tell, heck I could barely tell, that I had just spent an hour of my life dying my hair. Much ado about nothing!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Redskins Week 3 Preview!!!
Okay, this will be quick, because this game should be pretty one-sided. I'm thinking somewhere around the neighborhood of: Redskins 105, Rams 3. Kareem Moore's return to free safety should be enough to create plenty of havoc in the passing game, especially with the Rams starting Sam Bradford, a rookie QB. The Rams also have an awful run defense, so Portis and the running game should get going. I think the Skins should put up a ton of points tomorrow (105 points is 25 touchdowns...only one every four minutes - actually not as crazy as I thought it would be).
In related news - while last week's game was definitely a below the belt punch to the Redskins' early season hopes, it was great to watch. It reminded me of another loss that was almost as much fun to watch - the Redskins - Bucs game from 2005 (http://scores.espn.go.com/nfl/recap?gameId=251113027). Anyway, the Redskins have been so miserable to watch the last few years, that an exciting game with a lot of points was just too much for a fan to ask for. I think I'd take an exciting loss to a low scoring, ugly victory just about every time.
Also, not to toot my own horn last week - but toot toot!!! You read it here first - Arian Foster held way under 100 yards rushing, yet Andre Johnson ended up torching the secondary. I'm sure I'll be back again next week to look for validation for my "score in four" (minutes) theory, after the Skins put up 105. You may not know it, but you come to this blog for cute Harper information, and groundbreaking Redskins analysis...about a tenth of which may actually come true.
In related news - while last week's game was definitely a below the belt punch to the Redskins' early season hopes, it was great to watch. It reminded me of another loss that was almost as much fun to watch - the Redskins - Bucs game from 2005 (http://scores.espn.go.com/nfl/recap?gameId=251113027). Anyway, the Redskins have been so miserable to watch the last few years, that an exciting game with a lot of points was just too much for a fan to ask for. I think I'd take an exciting loss to a low scoring, ugly victory just about every time.
Also, not to toot my own horn last week - but toot toot!!! You read it here first - Arian Foster held way under 100 yards rushing, yet Andre Johnson ended up torching the secondary. I'm sure I'll be back again next week to look for validation for my "score in four" (minutes) theory, after the Skins put up 105. You may not know it, but you come to this blog for cute Harper information, and groundbreaking Redskins analysis...about a tenth of which may actually come true.
Friday, September 24, 2010
You can't make this stuff up...
I'm always a big fan of historical events that make for great stories. Our history as a single narrative is pretty amazing, yet certain aspects can be much more interesting than others. Among two that stand out from recent reading:
1. While serving in the US army during the Mexican-American war, Robert E. Lee, while scouting enemy troop positions, stumbled upon the entire Mexican army marching his way. Too late to make an escape, Lee hid behind a log at a watering hole, while literally feet away, the entire Mexican army - thousands of men marched by. That not one of them saw Lee is amazing. It always seems like great leaders cheat death frequently. George Washington once had scores of horses shot out from under him during during the Revolutionary War.
2. The story of the Polish submarine, Orzel would make for an incredible movie (unfortunately it would probably star Matthew McConaughey or Nicholas Cage). While on patrol in the Baltic sea, the Orzel learned of Germany's invasion of Poland in 1939, which started WWII. Unable to put into a Polish port (because they were all in German hands), the sub put into an Estonian port, which was also quickly captured by the Germans, who arrested the crew, and carried off the submarine's radio and navigational charts. Aware of what their fate would most likely entail (most were Jewish), the crew was able to escape the compound they were held in, overpowered the guards holding the sub, and put out to sea. While escaping the harbor, what radio equipment still on the boat was damaged in a running gun battle with the Germans. Hundreds of miles away from a friendly port, without working radios or navigational aids, and with dozens of German warships actively hunting them, the submarine was somehow able to evade capture. The crew relied on the stars for navigation, and managed to navigate the sub to London. It later returned to service in the Allied fleet.
Anyway, reading "The Battle for North America" has just given me a new amazing story to share - the incredible story of Isaac Jogues, a Jesuit monk who came to New France in 1642 to convert the Huron population. His assignment, which he devoted himself to completely, was essentially to go to the farthest (and most dangerous) known Huron settlements, and baptize as many as he could. During his trip to reach these remove Huron settlements, his traveling group was attacked by a band of Iroquois (very bad dudes), who captured Jogues' fellow Jesuit traveler, Rene Goupil. Rather than save himself and retreat into the woods with the rest of the Huron travelers, Jogues turned himself into the Iroquois captors (much to their surprise), because he couldn't bear the thought of Goupil enduring his fate alone.
I'll save you the details of the torture that was inflicted upon Jogues and Goupil, only to say that much of it was beyond the limits of human endurance (think of clam shells to lacerate and cut, as well as embers dropped on a bound body, and you'll only begin to somewhat crack the surface of what he had to go through). Yet Jogues endured his daily beatings and torture sessions (often inflicted at Iroquois villages by women and children), mosquito infestations, and the physical rigors of traveling the rugged countryside after being continually beaten and tortured. At every village Jogues was bound and placed in a ceremonial fire-pit, presumably prepared for him to be burned alive (a common fate that met many captured by the Iroquois), yet was allowed to live in each instance - sometimes with his captors holding fire torches inches from setting the funeral pyre ablaze.
While bound on one of these fire-pits with four other Huron captives, Jogues, who had been thrown an ear of green corn, managed to find a few raindrops in the husk, and baptized two of the prisoners. Scenes like this were frequently repeated - despite the unbelievable physical pain, Jogues somehow remained focused on converting the native population, even after his companion Goupil had been killed (tomahawk + head = dead Goupil). After months of torture, Jogues managed to escape, hiding out with traders from Holland for five weeks before boarding a ship for France.
Yet his ship never made it to France - directly anyhow (I'm sure you're shocked). Pirates shipjacked (yes, it's possible that I just made up a new word), the vessel Jogues was sailing on. The pirates threatened him with death, but in the end, stole his shoes and coat (good thing he wasn't sailing in the middle of the winter...oh wait! He was!!!), before depositing him on a remote section of the coast of France. Jogues, whose capture had made him a well-known in France, managed to make his way cross country in winter, without shoes and coat, to a small Jesuit church, where the parishioners nursed him back to health. Jogues continued on to Paris, where he was treated as a national hero.
After a few months in Paris, Jogues, still with a heart for converting the native Huron population, sailed back to New France (crazy enough...no shipwrecks, shark attacks, or UFO invasions on the trip across the Atlantic). Jogues remained in Montreal for the next two years, preparing other missionaries for trips out into the wilderness. Yet Jogues was unable to truly enjoy the safe confines of Montreal, and made plans to head back to the Huron people. As Jogues made his way back to the most remote Huron settlement, he was captured, this time by the Mohawks - again though with the beatings and torture, and threat of being burned alive at each new town. Yet Jogues continued to search for converts, and managed to baptize many during his capture.
During one brutal torture session, where parts of Jogues were literally being peeled off, he pleaded with his captors, "I am a man like yourselves, but I do not fear death or torture. I do not know why you would kill me. I come here to confirm the peace and show you the way to heaven, and you treat me like a dog."
His Mohawk captor replied, "You shall die tomorrow, but take courage, we shall not burn you. We shall strike you with a hatchet and place your head on a palisade, that your brothers may see you when we capture them."
Unfortunately for Jogues, the threat of death this time proved true, and this time he was killed by his Mohawk captors. As Parkman writes, "Thus died Isaac Jogues, one of the purest examples of Roman Catholic virtue which this Western continent has seen."
1. While serving in the US army during the Mexican-American war, Robert E. Lee, while scouting enemy troop positions, stumbled upon the entire Mexican army marching his way. Too late to make an escape, Lee hid behind a log at a watering hole, while literally feet away, the entire Mexican army - thousands of men marched by. That not one of them saw Lee is amazing. It always seems like great leaders cheat death frequently. George Washington once had scores of horses shot out from under him during during the Revolutionary War.
2. The story of the Polish submarine, Orzel would make for an incredible movie (unfortunately it would probably star Matthew McConaughey or Nicholas Cage). While on patrol in the Baltic sea, the Orzel learned of Germany's invasion of Poland in 1939, which started WWII. Unable to put into a Polish port (because they were all in German hands), the sub put into an Estonian port, which was also quickly captured by the Germans, who arrested the crew, and carried off the submarine's radio and navigational charts. Aware of what their fate would most likely entail (most were Jewish), the crew was able to escape the compound they were held in, overpowered the guards holding the sub, and put out to sea. While escaping the harbor, what radio equipment still on the boat was damaged in a running gun battle with the Germans. Hundreds of miles away from a friendly port, without working radios or navigational aids, and with dozens of German warships actively hunting them, the submarine was somehow able to evade capture. The crew relied on the stars for navigation, and managed to navigate the sub to London. It later returned to service in the Allied fleet.
Anyway, reading "The Battle for North America" has just given me a new amazing story to share - the incredible story of Isaac Jogues, a Jesuit monk who came to New France in 1642 to convert the Huron population. His assignment, which he devoted himself to completely, was essentially to go to the farthest (and most dangerous) known Huron settlements, and baptize as many as he could. During his trip to reach these remove Huron settlements, his traveling group was attacked by a band of Iroquois (very bad dudes), who captured Jogues' fellow Jesuit traveler, Rene Goupil. Rather than save himself and retreat into the woods with the rest of the Huron travelers, Jogues turned himself into the Iroquois captors (much to their surprise), because he couldn't bear the thought of Goupil enduring his fate alone.
I'll save you the details of the torture that was inflicted upon Jogues and Goupil, only to say that much of it was beyond the limits of human endurance (think of clam shells to lacerate and cut, as well as embers dropped on a bound body, and you'll only begin to somewhat crack the surface of what he had to go through). Yet Jogues endured his daily beatings and torture sessions (often inflicted at Iroquois villages by women and children), mosquito infestations, and the physical rigors of traveling the rugged countryside after being continually beaten and tortured. At every village Jogues was bound and placed in a ceremonial fire-pit, presumably prepared for him to be burned alive (a common fate that met many captured by the Iroquois), yet was allowed to live in each instance - sometimes with his captors holding fire torches inches from setting the funeral pyre ablaze.
While bound on one of these fire-pits with four other Huron captives, Jogues, who had been thrown an ear of green corn, managed to find a few raindrops in the husk, and baptized two of the prisoners. Scenes like this were frequently repeated - despite the unbelievable physical pain, Jogues somehow remained focused on converting the native population, even after his companion Goupil had been killed (tomahawk + head = dead Goupil). After months of torture, Jogues managed to escape, hiding out with traders from Holland for five weeks before boarding a ship for France.
Yet his ship never made it to France - directly anyhow (I'm sure you're shocked). Pirates shipjacked (yes, it's possible that I just made up a new word), the vessel Jogues was sailing on. The pirates threatened him with death, but in the end, stole his shoes and coat (good thing he wasn't sailing in the middle of the winter...oh wait! He was!!!), before depositing him on a remote section of the coast of France. Jogues, whose capture had made him a well-known in France, managed to make his way cross country in winter, without shoes and coat, to a small Jesuit church, where the parishioners nursed him back to health. Jogues continued on to Paris, where he was treated as a national hero.
After a few months in Paris, Jogues, still with a heart for converting the native Huron population, sailed back to New France (crazy enough...no shipwrecks, shark attacks, or UFO invasions on the trip across the Atlantic). Jogues remained in Montreal for the next two years, preparing other missionaries for trips out into the wilderness. Yet Jogues was unable to truly enjoy the safe confines of Montreal, and made plans to head back to the Huron people. As Jogues made his way back to the most remote Huron settlement, he was captured, this time by the Mohawks - again though with the beatings and torture, and threat of being burned alive at each new town. Yet Jogues continued to search for converts, and managed to baptize many during his capture.
During one brutal torture session, where parts of Jogues were literally being peeled off, he pleaded with his captors, "I am a man like yourselves, but I do not fear death or torture. I do not know why you would kill me. I come here to confirm the peace and show you the way to heaven, and you treat me like a dog."
His Mohawk captor replied, "You shall die tomorrow, but take courage, we shall not burn you. We shall strike you with a hatchet and place your head on a palisade, that your brothers may see you when we capture them."
Unfortunately for Jogues, the threat of death this time proved true, and this time he was killed by his Mohawk captors. As Parkman writes, "Thus died Isaac Jogues, one of the purest examples of Roman Catholic virtue which this Western continent has seen."
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Elton Harper?
On Monday, Harper and I joined friends at Frying Pan Farm Park in Herndon. At some point, Harper stole her friend Fable's sunglasses. I snapped a quick pic, but later was struck but the strange Elton-John resemblance. Giant sunglasses, reddish hair, outlandish jewelry and outfits? What are Chris and I in for?
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Mommy Vs. Daddy
Harper has started to label certain items around that house as belonging to Mama or Dada. The lists are longer than the below, but of course, I am not remembering many of the items now. The lists are strangely revealing. Take a guess whose is whose:
Broom
Beer bottle
Redskins paraphernalia
TV remote control
Books
Computer
Soda cans
Purses/diaper bag
Now, know that this has been noted before, but Mommies and Daddies definitely play with their children differently. Chris comes home and wrestles and swings Harper around the room. He's like a relief pitcher that comes in at 100% for the final inning. While being pregnant has limited my physical play with Harper, I really don't even THINK to do the things Chris does with her. However, when sick or tired, Harper just wants to cuddle with Mommy. For now, I'll enjoy the cuddling until it's time for some boy talk. :)
Broom
Beer bottle
Redskins paraphernalia
TV remote control
Books
Computer
Soda cans
Purses/diaper bag
Now, know that this has been noted before, but Mommies and Daddies definitely play with their children differently. Chris comes home and wrestles and swings Harper around the room. He's like a relief pitcher that comes in at 100% for the final inning. While being pregnant has limited my physical play with Harper, I really don't even THINK to do the things Chris does with her. However, when sick or tired, Harper just wants to cuddle with Mommy. For now, I'll enjoy the cuddling until it's time for some boy talk. :)
Monday, September 20, 2010
Tasty enough for a man, PH balanced for a woman...
About two weeks ago I was sitting in Chicago, waiting to catch a flight to Omaha, and was feeling hungry. I quickly downed the granola bar I had, and thought I had packed a second, but in fact, had packed a Luna Bar - you know, the whole grain nutrition bar for women. The seating around the gate was getting more and more crowded, so it was decision time - eat the Luna, or purchase a more manly option, such as...anything else that could even remotely be considered as food. Yet I ate the Luna, and loved it, because Luna bars are just that good, which is kind of a shame (if they only made chocolate pecan pie Clif Bars, none of this woud ever have happened). It's not like these things are dipped in a chocolate estrogen coating...right?
Who's up for some yoga under the stars?...apparently me.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Redskins Week II - The Arian Foster Myth...EXPOSED!!!
Okay, Redskins - Texans, tomorrow at 4:15. And yes, you read that title correctly, the Arian Foster myth is now sweeping the country! A lot has been mentioned about Foster this week, and his 231 yard day against the Colts last Sunday. First things first, the Colts run defense is terrible at best - second, the Colts game plan on defense was obviously to stop the pass, which they did, at the expense of stopping the run (Houston only threw for 107 yards, and on the highlights of Foster's big runs, both safeties were playing way back).
Foster played in four games last year, and played against the league's 30th (Seattle), 25th (St. Louis), 24th (Miami), and 12th (New England, who rested most all of their starters). Yes, I did look those stats up - that's why you come to this blog, cute videos of Harper, and accurate NFL stats. Anyway, last year the Colts ranked 24th in rushing defense. It's safe to say that he hasn't faced a decent defense since he's been in the league.
So, all that to say that I don't think he'll be a factor tomorrow, as the Redskins have shown over the last few seasons that they can stop just about any running back, especially one who isn't a big pass catcher. I do think that Andre Johnson will be a factor tomorrow, and I could see him lighting up the Redskins' secondary pretty easily. That being said, I'm going with Redskins 28, Texans 17. Big games for Cooley and McNabb.
Foster played in four games last year, and played against the league's 30th (Seattle), 25th (St. Louis), 24th (Miami), and 12th (New England, who rested most all of their starters). Yes, I did look those stats up - that's why you come to this blog, cute videos of Harper, and accurate NFL stats. Anyway, last year the Colts ranked 24th in rushing defense. It's safe to say that he hasn't faced a decent defense since he's been in the league.
So, all that to say that I don't think he'll be a factor tomorrow, as the Redskins have shown over the last few seasons that they can stop just about any running back, especially one who isn't a big pass catcher. I do think that Andre Johnson will be a factor tomorrow, and I could see him lighting up the Redskins' secondary pretty easily. That being said, I'm going with Redskins 28, Texans 17. Big games for Cooley and McNabb.
Harper's First Kiss
Harper just loves her friend James Boland (Harper calls him "Game" and he calls her "Doopoor") and last week she showed us how much she loves him. While we didn't get this part on the video, Harper at first took James's hand, led him out of the room, and then we just heard a big "mwaaaaaa" (Harper's noise for kisses). Considering James has already seen Harper naked, I guess we shouldn't be all that surprised. The video itself is pretty cute though. Aaaaaah.....young love, ain't it grand.
Quick Dada note: Next time Harper is allowed alone with James Boland...NEVER!!!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Quick Redskins Note
No, I did not photoshop the koozie on that sippy cup. For a few days these past two weeks, Harper refused to drink her milk unless the Skins' koozie was on the cup. I can only assume that this means good things for our beloved Redskins this season. Speaking of, if McNabb stays healthy, I think they go 9-7, if he's not healthy, 6-10. Also, can we come up with another adjective to describe the Redskins' new defensive scheme rather than "ball-hawking"? Seriously, can we please put that term to rest when Ed Reed retires. (as an aside, here's a ball hawk definition that tries a little too hard to tie balls to hawks...http://www.sportstechnocenter.com/BallHawk.htm)
Week 1 Prediction: Redskins 34, Cowboys 28 (injuries on the offensive line (missing two starters) will hurt Dallas, who had a rough pre-season, and I think Moss and Portis have big games). Also, for those of you who don't know, yes, I'll be picking the Redskins to win every game this year (despite the aforementioned 9-7 season prediction).
A funny post that I read in the Washington Post two days ago...
Rookie left tackle Trent Williams took the practice field Thursday wearing a new uniform number - No. 71. "It was my old number," Williams said. "I originally wanted that number."
"We was in negotiations," Trent Williams said. "Then it worked out that he's not with us this year, so I ended up getting it."
Okay, so for those of you who don't know, Mike Williams had blood clots, and will sit out the entire season, but seriously, doesn't Trent Williams sound like the godfather here?!?! "Then it worked out that he's not with us..." Yikes! Who is he getting to work these things out, Tony Soprano?
So I think I want to change my season prediction to 16-0 with that kind of muscle in the house this year. Tony Romo and some other Dallas Cowboy starters may have themselves a little "accident" prior to the game on Sunday, courtesy of some of Trent Williams' business associates. Somehow I amazingly see the Redskins covering the points spread every week this season...
Monday, September 6, 2010
Feelin' Blue
This weekend, since we had virtually four days (Chris was on travel Thursday and got home Friday morning so didn't have to go into work, hooray!), we decided to tackle some "fun" home improvement projects. We contemplated painting the shutters, but realized that since our house is on a slope, it would be quite dangerous for Chris to attempt to take down the shutters on his own--and given that one of us is watching a toddler at all times, whoever is working is on their own! Plus, we have A LOT of windows (see previous post on our "International Visitor"). So we decided on two more manageable projects: replacing our outdoor light fixtures (Chris) and painting our front door and mailbox to match (Kelly). Chris really likes the concept of a red door, but I wasn't thrilled with the thought of red against our brick color, so instead, we decided to harness the spirit of a bright red front door with another bright primary color --"southern blue" if you will, and I will, and we did!
There was nothing wrong with our light fixtures or door, but the fixtures were nearly the same color as the brick so blended in completely and we really like the look of the black, lantern-style outdoor lights with a colonial home. And our house has almost no color on the outside (brick, light tan siding, black shutters and a white door -- boooooooring), however, Chris and I do tend to be pretty traditional with our decorating, so the blue was a bold, daring move. For us (and here I'll channel some Aerosmith: DUM DUM DUM: Livin' on the edge!).
Chris managed to put in three light fixtures in about one hour, (and here I'll employ some Salt-n-Pepa: what a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man!). [p.s. Chris also made me an awesome grilled dinner tonight when Harper went to bed.] I just finished the door this afternoon, although we still have to put the hardware back on. I'm sure our thick storm door and lock will keep all the robbers away, probably about as well as the screens in our windows, which we of course have completely open with this wonderful weather. So, now, the moment you've all been waiting for....the before and after pics (complete with a Harper...for scale of course):
And then, the after from a slightly different angle due to the glare of the afternoon (feel free to applaud!):
And last but not least, a Harper update. Her newest favorite word is "trash" -- she loves to annunciate the "sh" at the end. Aside from "beep beep" it is probably the only word in her vocabulary that has a consonant at the end of the word. She also loves to throw things in the trash for you. Although we have to be vigilant -- today when we ran out of things for her to throw out she took her own shoe and put it in the trash!
And last but not least, a Harper update. Her newest favorite word is "trash" -- she loves to annunciate the "sh" at the end. Aside from "beep beep" it is probably the only word in her vocabulary that has a consonant at the end of the word. She also loves to throw things in the trash for you. Although we have to be vigilant -- today when we ran out of things for her to throw out she took her own shoe and put it in the trash!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Cable...we gots it.
Today the Hunt fam celebrates our one year anniversary in our house, which in many ways, seems like we've lived here forever, and yet also seems like just a few weeks. A few weeks ago we decided that we needed to get a land phone line to make our casa complete, and lo and behold, it turns out that for a nominal fee, we could complete the phone and internet combo by adding the third piece to of the holy trinity of home communication...glorious cable television!
Last winter I installed an antenna on our house, which gave us all of the major broadcast channels (in HD!)...
Last winter I installed an antenna on our house, which gave us all of the major broadcast channels (in HD!)...
Unfortunately, with spring came leaves, and so our antenna's line of sight turned from fantasic into this...
We turned from four solid channels to one (thank you FOX), so the move to cable was much appreciated! This is our second venture into the cable television world since we've been married (we had it for about six months after Harper was born), and I think, while we're excited, we've got some modest expectations. Getting cable television is like the start of every recent Redskins season - things look great on paper - yet after a few weeks you find yourself watching a rerun of "What Not to Wear" at 2:00 pm on a Saturday afternoon and contemplating the merits of pairing black pants with a brown shirt. Not pretty.
I'm happy to report that our cable television venture so far has been a success, although I could be slightly biased right now, because Kelly and I are watching "Rambo: First Blood" together on the couch (at the first commercial break, I told Kelly she could change the channel, but she declined, saying that she was sucked in...to Rambo...FIRST...BLOOD!!!). That, my friends, is cable television money well spent! Also, note to the state of Oregon...YOU CAN'T CONTAIN JOHN RAMBO!!! It's a physical impossibility.
Anyway, cable television is cool, but unfortunately it seems that each time we watch TV, we have to watch the same stupid Olive Garden commercial over and over - you know, the one where the guy is amazed at the Never Ending Pasta Bowl like he just found Strega Nona's magic pasta pot (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strega_Nona). It wouldn't be such a bad commercial, except for the fact that you're led to believe that this guy and his four friends have discussed nothing but the Never Ending Pasta Bowl for their entire meal (they're talking about it when they order, and then when their plates are cleared, and at that point, I'm unsure if they're capable of conversing about any other topic). It's like five complete strangers having a first date, but being allowed to talk about nothing but the pasta.
Person 1: "I love the never ending pasta bowl"
Person 2: "Me too"
Person 3: "Me too"
Person 4: "Me too"
Person 5: "Me three"
All: "HAHAHAHAHAHA - that was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life - we're such good friends now!"
Roll Olive garden logo, and I think we've just created the Fall commercial.
"I really wish they had spent more money making the food better, rather than buying up all that air time."
This is just not cool, even if these guys are that kid's uncle.
Anyway, right now that's the only negative to us having cable. Okay, I've got to get back to watching a war-traumatized ex-soldier terrorize a vindictive police department and civilian population. Nope, can't see any negative to any of this...
Belly Button
I (Kelly) have just passed a milestone of pregnancy today. I'm almost to the third trimester, and will be 27 weeks along on Friday, but the milestone I'm talking about relates to this one small, funny little body part. My belly button has "popped out." It still looks more like a raised crater or something weird like that, but it's out, and starting to show in shirts a bit. As a small child, my belly button was more of an "outie," but since I can really remember, it has been an "innie" (and is that really how you spell "innie?" What a funny word for a funny body party). Is it because of excess skin that it's an innie now when not pregnant (and by excess skin, I mean the kind that comes from eating too many donuts)? One of those questions I may never know the answer to....I think I can live with that.
Harper loves to point out body parts now, and she really thinks bellies are fun. However, I will warn you, if you ask her where her belly is, be prepared to lift up YOUR shirt too, because after she shows you hers, she always goes in for a peek of yours.
Harper loves to point out body parts now, and she really thinks bellies are fun. However, I will warn you, if you ask her where her belly is, be prepared to lift up YOUR shirt too, because after she shows you hers, she always goes in for a peek of yours.
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