Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Thursday's Random Thoughts

Happy Thursday! I know, I know...you're just so thrilled that I'm back with another installment of my totally strange and random thoughts. I mean, how could you not be. ;) Ok, here's what's been on the brain this week...This past Tuesday marked my eighth wedding anniversary. That's right, Channing and I have officially been married for eight whole years. I almost can't believe it. I mean, eight years seems like a long time. I had big plans of posting about it that day and how thankful I am for my awesome husband (like I did last year), but in all honesty, the day didn't start out that great. Hold on to your seats folks because what you're about to read may shock you...we actually argued that morning. Then I spent the whole day with hurt feelings, even though he apologized and asked me to forgive him (not that it was completely his fault). Yes, I know...you're shocked. Channing and I actually have disagreements?! And on our anniversary?! What has the world come to?!!! It was over something that we shouldn't have even been arguing about in the first place, and in hindsight, seems pointless and silly. At the time, though, my pregnant hormones and I just wanted to pout. So I did. You know what, though? I am so thankful to have a husband who is willing to humble himself (even when it's not totally his fault) and work things out. I am thankful that despite our disagreements, I know he's not going anywhere. I know that he loves me, and he loves our family. I am so incredibly blessed!!! Thank you, Channing, for eight great years! Thank you, God, for my fabulous husband!

Speaking of our anniversary, it's the day after Tristan's birthday. Come on, ladies. You have to know what that means, right? The whole thing is overshadowed by birthday parties and planning. Each year, our anniversary seems to make a smaller blip on the radar. We must change this...next year. Yes, next year will be different. ;)

Tristan's birthday party this year was at Chuck E Cheese. *groan* That place is a kid's wonderland and a parent's nightmare. I mean, it is P-A-C-K-E-D all the time! Your kids hardly play with the other kids because they're so busy trying to play games and win tickets. You are constantly run over by other people's wild and crazy kids, kids who seem to be there with absolutely no parental supervision (seriously, where are those parents?!). That's ok, though. It's all for the love of our kids that we endure places like "The Cheese", right? Whoo...I'm just glad Asher isn't old enough to know that he should be asking to have his party there. AND don't you tell him!

I've got great news, everybody! I am officially B-I-G. You know what that means?! That means endless entertainment for you, of course. From here on out, I will be receiving all kinds of awful, offensive, blunt, and colorful comments from strangers and acquaintances alike. They will become so common, and will come at me so often, that I will probably really have to be diligent about writing them down. I must write them down so that I can share them with you. I mean, you will probably be amazed (unless you get HUGE like me) at some of the things people come up to me and say. I hope you will find some entertainment in them. I'll give you a slight taste of what I received at Tristan's party... As I was getting the table ready, someone from our party came up to me to give me a hug, and when I turned around, she said, "You're big!" To which my reply was, "Why, thank you. That's just what I wanted to hear." She felt terrible, I could tell. So then, of course, I felt terrible. She apologized and insisted she didn't mean that I was "big". I'm not really sure what she did mean, but she's a sweet girl, and in her defense, I AM big. I just don't really love hearing it. Also in her defense, my mom made sure to tell me how big I was too.

Being pregnant with a girl, after already having two boys, I have had a couple of people tell me, "I bet she'll be a tomboy since she's got two big brothers." Most recently, one of my doctor's partners told me that when he was checking me. Hmmmm...how should I take that? I mean, I don't have a problem with Rhiannon being a tomboy. That's totally fine; however, the comment just hits me strangely. This doctor has two older girls and young boy. I wonder what he would have thought if I had said, "I bet your son's pretty girly. You know, with having two older sisters and all." (I know he didn't mean anything by his comment. I think it's funny, just the same).

Since I'm on the subject of pregnancies, who are these pregnant women who have their babies in toilets because they "had no idea" they were pregnant?! Seriously. Who are these women?! What kind of woman doesn't know she's pregnant until she gives birth?! Seriously. What do these women think that movement is in their bellies? And I don't mean the tiny kicks in the beginning...I mean the rolling over, elbows, knees and hiney movements. What do they think that is? Do their stomachs really stay so small that they have no indication? I don't believe for one minute that someone could be nine months pregnant and not know it, unless something is seriously wrong with them. But hey, I'm sure that's just me.

What is it about chocolate and pregnancy that induces heartburn? With all three of my pregnancies, chocolate has brought out the heartburn in me. Maybe that's God's way of trying to keep me away from it. Then He won't have to hear me complain about my weight so much.

Yesterday, I had to drop in the grocery store for three quick items: bread (wheat, of course, with no high fructose syrup), cottage cheese, and mozarella cheese. After my cashier rang up my items and I paid, she asked me if I wanted all my items in one bag. Ok, first off, I at least appreciate that she asked. Some will just jam them all in there. Thing is, what happened to "bagger lessons"? Back in the day, baggers knew how to bag groceries. They knew that bread and eggs were to be bagged together. They knew that canned goods, cereal, and frozen items should be bagged separately from one another. I mean, why would I want cottage cheese bagged with my bread? I don't want my bread squished. I politely asked to have the bread bagged by itself. I was further reminded, though, that bagging groceries is a lost art. These days, you never know what bags your items will be placed in.

Have you prayed for our country lately? I am asking you to please join me in prayer right now. Please pray that God will lead our president to the correct choices when running our great nation. This 3.6 trillion dollar debt has me worried, worried for the future of my children and grandchildren. Please pray for God's grace and mercy on us all as we seek to fix the messes that we have made.

Ok, how about "Lost" last night? Was it the show to see, or what?! How about Sayid eliminating Ben?! What will they do with that??? That would totally change the whole future of Dharma and all the castaways. I can't wait to see where they go from here!

Tonight is the premier of "In the Motherhood". I am going to have to check it out!

Do you walk/run laps at the gym? I just don't get it. Every time I'm on the treadmill or elliptical and see those people walking/running around and around and around, I wonder how they can stand it. I mean, it takes like 50 laps to make a mile. I would go CRAZY trying to keep up with that. Furthermore, now that it's nice outside, why not just walk around out there? At least you would have some change in scenery. I have a friend who told me she walks the track at the gym. She said she can't tolerate the treadmill. To each his own, I guess. :)

Have you ever noticed serving sizes on soups and cereal? A couple of friends and I were talking about this at dinner last week. You know what I'm talking about, right? You know, the Healthy Choice soup bowls that say on the front "Only 80 calories per serving". See, some people would never look at the label to see that there are actually TWO servings in that soup bowl. They are so proud of themselves that they are having an "80 calorie" lunch. I don't blame those people because come on...who is going to share a microwaveable bowl size of soup? What two people are going to split that? Unless they're five and under, how could they possibly be full?! The same goes for cereal. Have you ever noticed that a serving size of cereal is usually 3/4 cup (unless it's plain Cheerios, and then it's 1 cup). Who only eats 3/4 a cup of cereal?! Have you ever measured that out?! Seriously, come on. That's a little ridiculous.

Ok, folks. That's all I've got for this week. How about you? I know some of you have had these same thoughts (which totally makes me feel better), so I know you have had other entertaining thoughts too. Share them! They make my day!!!

9 comments:

Rachael said...

So funny, Annie! Yeah...so you know I walk the track at the gym already. I did try the treadmill a few months ago and it wasn't that bad because I had a friend there and we talked the entire time. I just can't handle it when I am alone though...BORING! :) I would much rather walk outside, but that would require me either getting up before my hubby leaves for work in the mornings OR after he gets home in the evenings. There is no way I am getting up that early and by the time evening comes I am soooo tired that I am not even thinking of exercising. So...I guess I walk on the track in beautiful weather to take advantage of the childcare. :) I do look out the windows a lot though..wishing I was outside (sniff, sniff). I don't even want to talk about getting on the elliptical...I would have to stop after 3 minutes because I would be out of breath. LOL!!!

Becky said...

i am a total freak about bagging my groceries. i'm sure people behind me hate that in addition to my couponing, i actually unload it from my cart by sections...all the frozen, all the boxed, all the cans, all the refrigerated, all the produce, all the non-grocery items...yep. i'm that girl. i have no faith in them. don't put the fabric softener sheets in with my bananas. my bananas then taste like bounce.

Amy said...

Okay, I really do love your random thoughts. Hope you guys ended up having a happy anniversary. I must say once again that you are still one of the prettiest brides I've ever seen.
So you know how great people watching can be in an airport. Well, on our return trip from the Bahamas I saw a sight. As we were sitting in the airport waiting for our plane, I watched as another plane was unloading. Out walks this tall black man with a leopard print suit on. He was stylin' with a gold chain around his neck. He had the walk to go with the suit. The people in front of me got out their phones to take some quick pics of him. I think he may have been popular with the ladies.
Thought you would enjoy my sighting.

tarheelmom said...

I check out your site every now and again through some Birmingham links and love the random thoughts. I am currently 35 weeks pregnant with my 3rd, so your pregnancy comments make me laugh! Last week a woman asked me when I was due. I said end of April/first of May. She looked at my tummy and said "you'll never make it". I decided I didn't like that very much...what was she trying to say...that I was so big I might pop at anytime?
Anyway, I also have noticed serving sizes and yes, they are ridiculous!

*If you get real bored you can check us out at tarheelmom.blogspot.com! I have a picture up of me at like 8 months - you be the judge if I look like I'm gonna POP! ha

The Greenfields said...

ok i am sooooo with you on the bagging. i worked at a grocery store for a year in high school - back in the day when they actually used to train baggers how to bag! i am beyond anal to the point that i organize my groceries on the conveyer belt in the way i want them bagged (since they obviously don't have the skills to figure it out themselves) and i have been known to ask them to step aside on more than 1 occasion much to nathan's humiliation!! it's like the one area of my life that i am OCD!
i thought it was bad in the states.... then i moved to jordan!! i have to actually give myself pep talks while grocery shopping "it's not a big deal" "don't worry" but they are a MESS here!! first of all, they unload your cart for you.. STRIKE ONE! then they throw bread with cans, and laundry detergent with meat..ughhhh STRIKE TWO. To top it ALL off, they then tie the bags into knots at the tops. So, A, it's impossible to carry a bunch of bags at one time (you know how you can usually shove your arms through the handle) and B, it takes DOUBLE the time to unload (which I HATE doing) because you have to untie EVERY stinkin' bag!! STRIKE THREE!!!!! :) And... if three strikes weren't enough... you actually have to tip them for their "service" ! :) :) :)

LeAnne said...

awesome randomness, annie!! i always ate the chocolate anyway and suffered for it...will power during pregnancy was not my greatest strength:)

Lindsey said...

I love the comment about the serving sizes! I actually did measure out 3/4 cup of cheerios a few weeks ago & ate that for breakfast....yea, I was hungry again 15 mins later!!!

AngelGirl said...

i can not WAIT to hear the comments you get!! haha!!! they always make me laugh! and i feel your pain, i WAS H-U-G-E with J!! around the first of oct. a lady asked me when i was due. when i told her thanksgiving, her eyes got round and bugged out of her head! haha!! i just said i thought he was going to he big...BOY was i RIGHT!!! haha! the sd thing is i have NO photographic evidence of how huge i was...seriously...i feel your pain!!! ahahah- luv u!

nick, robyn and taylor said...

I LOVE your thursday posts. As for the women who don't know they're pregnany, we were just talking about that tonight and my sister-in-law said that they must be real big so they don't notice. I don't know, but that's just crazy.