Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Hot 17: What I Love Right Now

1.  Netflix.  Awesome.  TV pretty much sucks in the summer, but you can forget about pay-per-view when you have a 5-month old.  There is no way I'm paying $4.99 for a movie when I know I'm going to miss half of it.  So Phillip + I signed up for Netflix, and it's pretty much the best thing since sliced bread.  Love it.
 
2.  Flip-flops.  Specifically, these.  Or last year's version of these, anyway.  I know, I know.  The Crocs thing again.  I take comfort in the fact that these are not ugly, and they are super comfy.
 
3.  Diet root beer.  OH. MY. GOODNESS.  I would not be able to handle dieting with diet root beer.
 
4.  WeightWatchers online.  Very helpful.  I've lost a total of 15 pounds since I started.  Still have a little ways to go, but our planned beach vacation in August is looking MUCH less like a nightmare.
 
5.  Fresh peas.  We picked our first peas from the garden on Tuesday, and I will continue to eat fresh peas everyday until I can't stand it anymore.  I cannot WAIT for my tomatoes to ripen.  YUM.
 
6.  Bathtime.  For Henry.  The boy is in love with his bath.  He'll splash, then look up at me with an expression that clearly says, "What the hell was that?  And how do I do it again?  It was AWESOME!"
 
7.  Our new truck.  Phillip has needed a new vehicle for a LONG time.  His poor Chevy was about two trips away from keeling over at the side of the road.  So two weeks ago I forced (no, really!) Phillip into shopping for a truck.  We were looking for a used one, but with the 0% financing GM was offering, it actually worked out better to buy brand new.
 
8.  Our credit.  See number 7.  Since we had such good credit scores (815 each, thank you very much), it actually worked out better to take a low-interest loan from another bank and get cash-back from GM instead of the 0% financing.  Suh-weet.
 
9.  Fridays.  Just in general.  You'll notice that "work" or "my job" will not be on this list.
 
10. My cleaning lady.  My little sister has decided to clean houses for the summer to earn extra money.  For $30, I come home every Thursday to a sparkling house.  It really sunk in last Saturday, on my way home from Wal-Mart, that I would NOT have to clean the house.  Hoo-rah.
 
11. Pandora.  Seriously, what has taken me so long to get hooked up with this?  Plays through my BlackBerry.  Love it.  Especially since I drive from one state to another every day, and radio stations tend to be pretty spotty in my area around the state lines.
 
12. Pants that fit.  Hallelujah!  I only have about 3 pairs of dress pants that still don't fit, but they are getting there.  Jeans?  That's another story.  The pair I wore before getting pregnant BUTTONS but doesn't FIT.  Ya know?  I figure I should be able to wear those by the end of July.
 
13. The one pair of jean that does fit.  Because that pair fits FABULOUSLY.  My behind looks ah-mazing.  Everybody says so.  (OK, it's just Phillip, but still.  He counts!)
 
14. 4:40.  This is the time I pick up Henry from daycare.  And he LOVES to see me.  Pretty much makes my whole day.
 
15. Anniversaries.  Phillip + I celebrated our 10 year "dating" anniversary this past Saturday.  We had a night out at a friend's house to play in a Texas Hold 'Em tournament.  Lots of fun, and we lost all of our money.  But still!  10 years!  How cool is that?
 
16. Breastfeeding.  Good for Henry, good for weight loss, good excuse for when I want to leave somewhere.  "Oh, we need to leave; I have to breastfeed."
 
17. Lists.  No, seriously.  I have lists all over the house and my office.  Because apparently, the forgetfulness that I associated with pregnancy is actually just, well, ME.  And it's here to stay.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Just call me "Conqueress of the Raging River"

This weekend was an adventure.
 
Sunday, Phillip and I had to drive 2 hours to a friend's wedding in northern Maryland.  Oh, the drama on that trip.
 
First, it's the first time I've spent the night away from Henry.  Which is pretty traumatic all by itself.
 
Second, I forgot my bc meds at home.  Since we don't exactly want another little Henry running around QUITE so soon, we had to turn around.  (Only 5 minutes out though, so no big deal!)
 
Third, we had to make a stop at my office because I'd left a pump part there.  And I definitely needed that.
 
Here's where the story gets REAL interesting.
 
I set off the alarm at my office.  Oh. My. God.  I totally had a panic attack.  Of course, I entered the code wrong.  Thought I must have hit the wrong button.  In a panic, I call my old boss, whose cell phone I actually have stored in my phone, and who happened to retire two days ago.  Thank goodness she kept the emergency number in her purse, and thank goodness we're old family friends and she doesn't think I'm a total lunatic now. 
 
Because, people, I was FREAKING OUT.  Completely.  I call the company, and they tell me they will cancel the alarm, no problem.  Whew.
 
EXCEPT THE ALARM IS STILL RINGING!  AND I CAN'T TURN IT OFF!
 
I call back, and the call center tells me that they don't have remote access, they can only cancel the alarm so that the police don't come.  They transfer me to the "engineering" department, where I have to LEAVE A MESSAGE.  Yeah.  A message.
 
Since I now know the police aren't coming, I just grab my part and leave.  My husband officially thinks I'm crazy, but we have just wasted 30 minutes, and I refuse to be late to this wedding.
 
My heart is pounding, my pulse is racing, and I have broken out in a sweat.  Not so cute.  Also, it's 1:00, we haven't eaten (planned to eat on the way), and we may have just lost our window of time to stop for lunch.
 
Good news:  15 minutes down the road, the alarm company calls me back to tell me that as long as the police call is canceled, the alarm will stop ringing in 15 minutes.  Oh, thank goodness.
 
Fast forward just a bit.  We decide that we have to stop at Mickey D's and get some lunch.  Because neither of us are very pleasant on an empty stomach.
 
We pull off the highway just before the Bay Bridge and order.  I then decide that we need to switch places, because Phillip is not driving nearly as fast as I would like him too.  Also, I am better in traffic than he is.  We pay, then decide we can just switch places in the drive-through.  We play a quick game of Chinese fire drill, hop back in the opposite seats, grab our meals and hit the road.  Our stop took a total of 3 minutes before we were back on the highway.  (Thank you, Kent Island McDonald's!)
 
We are driving and eating, constantly talking about how neither of us can believe that I set off the alarm.  Then we almost get hit by a Jeep.
 
Question:  if someone starts to veer into your lane, and you realize they don't see you, what do you do?  Do you honk?  Yes?  So do I.  Apparently, Phillip thinks this is wrong, and honking serves no purpose.  I should have just slammed on my brakes.  Um, I did.  And I also thought it would be a good idea to let the guy know I was still here.  We constantly have issues with each other's driving.  I think it's a general "being married" thing.  Never any serious fights, and we can always laugh about it in a few minutes. 
 
Phillip:  You almost got us killed!
Cara:  No, the Jeep almost got us killed.  I saved us.  You're welcome, by the way.
 
Later in the trip, just after getting of I-270. 
 
Phillip:  I think you missed the road.
Me:  I didn't miss it.  It's not there.  I would have seen it.
Phillip:  You must have missed it.
Me:  Maybe YOU missed it.  I'm trying to drive. 
 
Me:  Here it is.  Stupid signs.
 
We travel down a very scary road for a few miles, then discover, in front of us, what's that?
 
A creek.  Through the road.  Yeah, seriously.
 
(I always thought I lived in the middle of nowhere, but I realize I was wrong.  Oh, so, wrong.)
 
There is no way I'm going to drive my Camry, a COMPANY CAR,  through a creek.  No way.
 
We turn around (not easy, by the way).  Then we happen to see an SUV go through the creek, no problem.
 
We both look at each other, both wanting to say it, but neither of us quite having the guts.
 
Then I go for it.
 
Me:  Phillip, I am going through that creek.
Phillip:  OK.  You should be fine, I guess.
 
So I do it.  I GO THROUGH THE CREEK.  YES!  AWESOME!  I feel like I have just run a marathon.  I am INVINCIBLE!!!
 
Phillip, with a look of admiration, and a little fear:  I cannot believe you just drove through that creek.
Me:  What?!?  You told me you thought it was fine!  Why would you say that?
Phillip:  I do not know.  But that was kind of awesome.
Me:  Damn right it was!  Also, when we tell this story later, I'd appreciate it if you described the creek as 'a gently flowing stream.'
 
Finally, we pull up to the wedding (15 minutes before it starts).  Success!  And thus ends another crazy adventure.
 
 
The real kicker?  Here's what I realized this morning, at exactly 7:50 AM.  The alarm code, which I KNEW I had entered correctly, was, well, not so correct.  You see, my extension at work and our alarm code are VERY VERY SIMILAR, but they are NOT THE SAME.
 
Duh, Cara.
 
I will never tell anyone at work that part of the story.
 
But I am totally telling EVERYONE about the creek.
 
I mean stream.  River.  Waterfall.