Honored

I have had the extreme honor of being nominated for a liebster blog award! I love it. I love it I love it I love it!. The sweet and wonderful KelBel nominated me, so I now have the honor of answering her 11 questions, and then nominating 11 awesome bloggers to anwer MY 11 questions! Mwuhaha! The power!

Ahem.

1) What is your favorite guilty pleasure song?
Oh man-I have so, so many, but “Hit Me Baby One More Time” is definitely on the list. Also, (please don’t judge me) “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus is on there too. I promise I don’t listen to her normally, but that’s one of those belt-it-out-in-the-car-when-you’ve-had-a-crappy-day/feel-like-a-rockstar songs.
2) Do you watch reality tv? What is your favorite reality tv show?
Oh man DO I. The Chief and I both love Food Network and some of their reality shows are awesome-like Next Food Network Star. We also watch Ink Master which I never thought I’d love but I do. My guilty pleasure reality TV Show is definitely Dance Mom’s and on the same note Abby’s Ultimate Dance Competition. And we also really like Breaking Amish even though I’ve heard it’s fake (reality TV? Fake? Shocker!)
3) If you could travel anywhere in the world where would you go?
I’ve been to Italy and that was Ah-maz-ing, but I think if I could go anywhere at this point it would probably be Ireland. That’s where a lot of my family is from, so it would be nice to get back to my roots a little bit 🙂 I’ve also always wanted to go to Canada. I went to grad school in Detroit but I did it through distance learning, so I was only in Detroit twice, but when you’re in Detroit you’re PRACTICALLY in Canada 🙂
4) What is your favorite dish to bring to a pot-luck meal?
I make pie. It is what I do best. So love to bring pie. When the kitchen is done, you will all get to see pictures of pie and hate me through your computer screens.
5) If you were a cupcake, what type would you be?
Vanilla with Vanilla Icing. I know, I know-boring right? But it’s soooo good-and it’s so me, because I’m kind of a good little girl. There would be sprinkles-that makes it more exciting right?
6) How many different places have you lived? Where?
After high school I moved A LOT. I moved into my college dorm which was in a town about 30 minutes from my home town. Then I moved to an apartment in that town. Then I moved to an apartment in my hometown. Then I moved into a house in a town about 10 minutes from my hometown. Then I moved in with Chief into his house (which we own and live in now) that is about twenty minutes from my hometown. I’ve never lived out of my state.

7) What is your favorite book?

 

Unfair question for a librarian-total foul. But it’s Harry Potter for sure. Don’t ask me to choose one of them. It’s not possible.
8) What is your favorite time of year?
Fall-so right now 🙂 We got married last October which makes it all the more special. I love fall colors-heck, my whole house is decorated in muted earth tones! And I HATE being hot, so fall wins.
9) What is your favorite breakfast food?
The donut. I love them. I could get big as a house eating boxes full of them.
10) Do you have any tattoos or piercings?
I’m that vanilla cupcake remember? I have my ears pierced-and that’s it. Chief has enough piercings/tattoos for the both of us 🙂
11) Do you believe in ghosts?
Eh-I’m not sure. I’ve never had an encounter with one, but I see/hear a lot of convincing stories. So the jury is still out on this one.
Okay! Now for my nominations:
Aunt Mimi @ Hakuna Matata
Arwen @ MRKH Musings
Bum Ovaries @ My Bum Ovaries
Jenny @ About Sprout
Jenny @ Stupid Stork
Kristin @ Return To Go
Okay ladies-your blogs are in my hands now (okay, not really, but I’m going to ask you questions).
1. What’s your favorite pizza?
2. What movie could you watch every day for the rest of your life and still not hate it?
3. If you had to choose between working a job you loved for your whole life or not working at all for your whole life, which would it be?
4. Favorite place to buy clothes?
5. Mac or PC?
6. Would you live anywhere but where you are living right now?
7. Favorite musical artist?
8. What cause would you champion (not necessarily IF related) if you were a rich and famous celebrity?
9. What number one celebrity would you marry if your significant other wasn’t in the picture?
10. What words do you hate to say? (like moist-I have a friend who HATES saying moist)
11. Biggest pet peeve? (Is peeve one of the aforementioned words maybe?)
Okay! I can’t wait to read ALL THE THINGS!

Flashes

Of the Hot variety.

That’s right team, I’ve been having hot flashes for the past two days. Yesterday when just sitting in our pretty cold house I would randomly start sweating and feeling really overheated. It happened at least twice and passed within five minutes or so. It just happened again here at work at my desk when I was eating my lunch. I’m allegedly 8-9 DPO and 11 past the trigger. Is this a trigger shot thing? An infertile thing? Am I starting menopause?-because really, that wouldn’t surprise me at all.

I’m super tired, which I’m sure is because of the kitchen reno. I slept about 10 hours last night and was still tired when I got up. Tonight all I have to do is sand and re-mud the drywall, plus return a light fixture to Home Depot that we ordered, waited FOREVER for, and then put together to discover that part of it was broken. It was an online exclusive item, so I called them and they’re expediting me a new one, but I would rather just return the broken one than deal with shipping it myself. I do have to work tomorrow, but just until 3:30, so I’m REALLY hoping for a nap. REALLY. I wanted to call in to work today because I felt so run down but I have horrible guilt about calling in. So here I am.

It has turned very suddenly cold here. Yesterday it was 84 F and today it’s not going to get above 58 F. So I am rocking the sweater dress and boots. The complete inability to do laundry right now has led to yet another lack of skivvies for the day, so I’m a little chilly in that regard, but the hot flashes are helping with that….sort of.

Why am I falling apart?

That’s Me Thursday and Drywall

I’m back with That’s Me Thursday! I failed you last week due to the reno sucking the life out of me, but here we are ready to roll!
1. On the theme of my wedding anniversary this week, I should confess that I spend an unnatural amount of time looking at my wedding pictures. Sometimes when I’m bored at work I’ll flip through my album on facebook (which has only the most flattering pictures in it, of course). Same deal with my bridal portraits. I have never considered myself to be very photogenic-which is different from saying I don’t consider myself to be beautiful. I’m not trying to sound cocky but I know that I am not an unattractive person. I have a nice face with large, well shaped eyes-and pretty good skin and hair. On the downside I am a pudge-monster in the worst way, and this on top of my tendency to chipmunk cheek when I smile makes me feel very uncomfortable in pictures. So when I got my pictures back I was SHOCKED at how well the photographer had downplayed all of the things I was so uncomfortable about. I mean, I had talked to her A LOT before hand about what I felt comfortable with and what I didn’t, and we spent an entire day together doing bridals, so she knew me pretty well-but still. There were so many pictures that I either loved or just didn’t hate-and that’s amazing for me. I avoid camera’s like the plague. But a year down the road I would say I still look at my wedding pictures 2-3 times a week. Is that vain? Maybe, but I just don’t remember a time in my life when I’ve felt that beautiful in photographs.

2. One of the hardest things to decide for my wedding was wedding favors. My mom said we didn’t even have to do them because they usually end up being tacky gifts (her words-NOT mine) anyway. But I was determined to give our guests something. I didn’t want to do cheesy stuff, so one day when I was searching through Etsy I saw a woman selling her jam making/canning services for favors. She was charging $8.00 EACH favor. I just KNEW I could do better than that (I mean after all, she had to make money right?) So I called my cousin who is an awesome jamstress/canner and she said we could totally pull it off-for probably less than $3.00 each. So I got the cutest tiny jars and a TON of apples and we made 90 jars of apple butter for my wedding guests. I STILL get compliments about them. My maid of honor and I tied cute little rafia ribbons around fabric on the top with tags that had our names and wedding date on them.

3. I didn’t let my dad walk me down the aisle. Before you judge me too harshly for this-let me explain. I had always wanted BOTH my parents to walk me down the aisle. That was very important to me. They both raised me. They were both fundamental in my life, and I really hated the idea of my father “giving me” away. I was a grown woman who had been living on my own for six years and had been financially independent for at least four of those years. My parents had gotten divorced five months before my wedding and my dad refused to let my mother participate in this part of the tradition, so I chose to walk by myself. He was angry, and Chief’s mother threw a hissy fit about it at my rehearsal-but I stood my ground and walked myself in. I let my dad stand at the front and lift my veil, but I made that walk on my own. I really actually wanted Chief to walk in with me-but let’s remember that this is the south. There’s just only so much even my liberal family could handle.

This concludes our bridal themed That’s Me Thursday.

Today we installed a gas line for the stove and drywalled. I just have to say, I might not be that handy, but I am really good with drywall mud. I mudded that bitch like a mad drywaller with mad drywalling skills. The drywalling is also allowing for some down time because we really can’t do anything until the mud dries and I can sand and mud again. So tonight Librarian is sitting at home on the couch and Chief is at the base doing league bowling for tonight. Usually I try to go to his bowling with him and cheer him on, but these last few weeks I have just petered out and stayed home. So I’ve enjoyed the evening eating a veggie pizza, drinking Orange Crush, and watching bridal television on TLC.

Now if only I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.

 

The House that Fought Back

I have decided that after weeks of successful progress on kitchen renovation, the house has decided to fight back. Sunday was a debacle of massive proportions in regards to painting cabinets and then last night was a debacle of massive proportions in regards to painting the new ceiling. It’s bizarre, because Chief and I are really experienced painters! Every room in this God forsaken house has had to be painted with many, many coats of paint due to nicotine (thank you jackass father in law). You’d think that the painting would be the one part we could rock at.

Apparently, this is not the case.

So anyway, Librarian and Chief are beginning to feel rundown by the reno. It’s a good thing I’m past my alleged fertile window because I am bone tired-and that is NOT a euphemism.

Also, here is what I’ve decided.

I’m done with temping. I can’t stand it anymore. I was supposed to have a sure chance of ovulating this month because of that damn trigger and my temps are so unconvincing that it’s pissing me off. Because if I can’t ovulate on a trigger then I just can’t ovulate-and there is NOTHING that staring at low, sad temps is going to fix. So I’m done. Maybe the battery in my thermometer is going bad. Maybe it’s an old thermometer and I need a new one. It has been freakishly cold in the evenings/mornings where we live and I don’t want to turn the heat on because it’s still getting into the low 80’s in the day time-so maybe that’s causing some temp mishaps. I REFUSE to believe I didn’t ovulate. I had a 24 mm gorgeous specimen of a follicle and paid $118 for 250 mg of Ovidrel-I ovulated GODDAMNIT!

Moving on, Stupid Stork asked for a paranormal story from us (she is a cruel task master-isn’t she? I skipped out on the vlog challenge because I knew I wouldn’t have time-similar to ICLW this month). I really don’t have any, but I have one that’s slightly related and sort of funny.

Ahem. When I was 13 my parents bought a huge craftsman style home in Downtown SuchandSuchville where we lived. It was nearly 100 years old and the original owner/builder had passed away peacefully many years ago in the house. The first night that we moved in my parents had some fancy shmancy work party to attend, and I had a friend over to help me unpack. Probably the combination of two teeny-bopper girls + super huge old house + parents turning off all the lights in the house before they left + old house creaky sounds made us a little jumpier than we would be normally, but at any rate we were convinced that someone or SOMETHING was in the house. So we started to creep down the stairs and we heard a thump. The first thing that my friend (who I’m still friends with BTW-we have lunch once every few weeks) grabbed was a small dinky pop out umbrella, and I grabbed a spray bottle of 409. That is how we were going to defeat the ghost. Cleaning him to death/startling him with a pop-out umbrella. The ghost was probably one of our cats. That’s as paranormal as my life has ever been. Supposedly one of the library’s I’ve worked in has been haunted, but I’ve never seen any evidence of that.

Detectors Detecting Detections

Okay bleeps, here’s the sitch:

FF still didn’t want to show ovulation. Now, I’m a skeptic, but I just have a really hard time believing that I would be the ONE woman out of a hundred who wouldn’t respond to a trigger, especially when I had such an awesome follicle ready to pop anyway. So this morning when I woke up I took my temp, and it had shot back up to basically where it had-and when I really look at the chart I can see a trend for slightly higher temps starting two days after I took the trigger. So I changed my detector method to “research” just for kicks and it INSTANTLY gave me solid crosshairs right where I thought it would.

I sort of feel like I’m cheating, but I’m not having any ovarian pain and I haven’t for days. The day before I went to the doctor I had sharp SHARP pains from my right ovary which is where the follicle was. I thought maybe I had ovulated then, but the next morning the follicle was still there supposedly. So who knows. The point is I think I’ve ovulated and I’m tired of FF telling me I haven’t. I do feel like I should be concerned that my progesterone levels are probably low, considering my temp hasn’t gone way way up like it has in the past when I’ve ovulated. But then I see a lot of things online about HCG shots messing with your BBT anyway, so I really don’t know what I believe anymore.

Anyway, yesterday was an okay day for an anniversary. We had to work on the house which for Chief consisted of painting the cabinets and for me consisted of spackling the new ceiling (don’t worry, there WILL be pictures!) We tried to eat dinner at the restaurant that held our rehearsal dinner, but we forgot they were closed on Monday’s, so we’re going to go on a night when we’re not in a hurry anyway. So last night was only SORT of our anniversary celebration. Today I have to go by Lowe’s (shocker right? I’ve only been going 3-4 times a day for the last few weeks) and then I have to finish spackling the ceiling and then sand the spackling. Then I have to tape up visquine all over the walls and doorways in the kitchen so we can paint the ceiling using our paint sprayer (best investment EVER). Then we’re going to work on cabinet doors. On Thursday we’re finishing drywall, installing the gas line, and starting to install cabinets! EEEE!

One Year

Still no sign of ovulation. MAJOR temp dip today which I guess could be it (almost went down a full degree t0 96.7), but I’m really not even concerned about it today.

Today, my Chief and I have been married for a year. One year out of my twenty-four on this earth so far. And while I can’t say it’s been perfect-it’s been close.

I just woke up today and was so glad that he chose me. I watched him getting dressed, petting our cats, taking care of the dogs, taking care of me and I felt overwhelmed with a sense of gratefulness. If I never get pregnant I still have him. I would rather be barren with Chief than fertile with anyone else. Thank all the goodness in the world that Chief looked at me a year ago today and said “I choose you”.

Thank all the goodness in the world I chose him too.

Happy Anniversary Chief.