Cooking!
The weekend before last, I cooked dinner in the kitchen:
Then we sold the old refrigerator on Craigslist (shhh, don't tell them about the fish sauce) and used the funds to buy handles for our cabinets. At first, it doesn't seem like a fair trade, but then, it does. We are very proud to have made a decision about handles in one visit to the home improvement store, a record for land-speed decision making in our household. Oh, there was talk of vintage library card catalog handles, hand-made handles, reclaimed handles from Second Use, but in the end, we bit the bullet and bought some handles made by Amerock, which, I'm proud to say, is a Rockford-based company.
Last weekend, we put in the sink. Here it is with enough holes to accommodate the better part of an octopus, but they're about to be covered with the countertop.
Joe and his dad (reluctantly on his dad's part) cut the hole in the countertop and installed that, too.
With any luck, we will have running water in the sink soon!
Belly watch, 24 weeks
I'm starting not to feel badly about myself for a) wearing the same pants twice a week and b) the fact that those pants have elastic waistbands.
I made my pregnant glassblowing debut as Shannon's assistant at the Twisty Cup this weekend.
Newer developments include heartburn, which Angie says means that Goose will have lots of hair. She's already got my chin (Goose, that is, not Angie), so bring on the Sicilian mustache!
Like a bad penny
I guess I thought that after torturing us with his boring, tepid promotions for his horrible-sounding (but appropriately named) Bee Movie that Jerry Seinfeld would just go away again. After complaining on every talk show, including quality ones like Fresh Air, that the movie took too long to make, wah wah, I guess I thought that he would go back to wherever it is that standup comedians go now that standup comedy is neither edgy nor popular. Maybe he would dedicate himself to hiding rutabagas in his kids' brownies full-time. I'll admit that I also envisioned him shriveling up and dying like the guy who drank from the wrong grail in that Indiana Jones movie.
But, no, here he is showing up again in a completely unfunny commercial for a certain unpopular computer operating system, with Bill Gates - shoe shopping? Visiting a family and telling a little girl she's "not real"? Could there be anything worse?
UPDATE: Since I've been holding my rage inside for weeks regarding this ad, I am therefore untimely with this post: the ads have been pulled. Not 'cause they were bad, though, just 'cause they felt like it.
Also, on second reading, I realize that this post is very much in the spirit of my teenage self's letter to the editor of my local newspaper regarding Aaron Neville. Adam, if you would care to paraphrase said letter, please do so in the comments. There is an original Year One Veggie Run t-shirt on its way to you if you do.
26 weeks and counting
I'm including my face this time so you all know it's really me. There is a contest going on between my belly button and my non-maternity shirts to see who can stretch further. In other maternity-related news, I had to take back all the bad things I've said about a particular maternity-related national retailer with a backwards R in the name, because the mother and the mother-in-law took me crib shopping (thanks, guys!) and it is the only store that actually has cribs you can view and touch in person. (The woman at Penney's told us there were no cribs in the store, but we had two options: to buy one online or on the internet.)
Also, a sweetie pie friend took me to the aforementioned retailer a few days later and showed me everything I need and everything I don't need and I pointed and shot liberally with the registration wand. Kind of like registering for the wedding, except it's like I don't know the person I'm marrying yet.
The house is happy
My parents came last week and helped us make mad progress on the house. One of the major accomplishments was installing the trim outside our new front window. The front yard is looking better and better!
And from the side yard, we're now harvesting four types of tomatoes, including a green zebra variety which is totes tasty.






