A Moment of Inspiration

So today I decided I felt like being crafty.

We had a wonderful dinner of thanksgiving leftovers, which I over-nuked in the microwave. Scott was playing with his Wii (We just got it today).

I tried to clean the huge stockpot that we left soaking in the sink. I gave up after a few tries as I kept dropping it and getting water all over the kitchen. Pregnancy makes you REALLY clumsy: a blessing that I already had, but has become magnified by 10.

I tried to move on to another area of the house that needed cleaning when the two dying arrangements on my table caught my eye. I thought to myself: "I really need to get rid of those; they are starting to die."

We aquired the two small arrangemtns consisting of orange tiger lilies, roses, and green and red berries, from a wedding reception that we attended last Friday. I must say, they were quite striking.

As I began taking them apart, a little lightbulb went off in my head. I quickly grabbed a pad of paper and started making a list of materials. I was going to go to Michales......to get something CRAFTY.

An hour later, after painstakingly picking out a few different kinds of falce foliage, and wrestling with some wire clippers; I came up with this:



Please excuse the cat in the background. I could not make her get out of the picture. Note how she is trying to distroy my creation. Bad kitty. I suppose this is just practice for the baby.

Festive, huh? I was quite proud, concidering I have never been all that into flower arrangements. If you look at the one on the right there is even a little cardinal sitting on a branch. Scott thought it was silly. I thought it was brilliant. :)

Speaking of my wonderful husband, look what I got as an early Christmas gift!




Isn't it lovely? I've been wanting a full length mirror for a while now, but I never expected to get one so fancy! I absolutely love it! Scott is a wonderful man......I think I'll keep him :)

Did you see that swanky looking rocker in the reflection? Also mine! That was my b-day gift from my parents. Right now the mirror has a temporary home in the baby's room until I can re-arrange our room and find it a more permanent home.

Exciting stuff. Tomorrow I'm going to have Scott go into our storage unit to haul all the Christmas decorations out. I have big plans for the wreath on the door. I'm sure that will be tomorrow's post.

The Little Book of Stress

I have a very high stress job. Breakdowns and tears are a common occurrence here as HSPS Partners In Practice.....it’s just a way of life.

SO, to help me laugh at me pain I found a funny little book at Barnes & Noble called "The Little Book of Stress - Clam is for wimps. Get real. Get stressed"

It is hilarious.

Here are some of my favorite little excepts:

"A frown will never let you down. A frown communicates both disapproval of others and unhappiness within yourself."

"Tempers fugit. Buy and wear a second watch. Set it to beep every half hour so you can panic about being behind schedule."

"The times aren't a-changing. You know the saying 'a change is as good as a rest'? Well, it's a lie. Change invariably makes things worse. Resist it"

And my personal favorite, which I seem to live by:

"Don't only worry about big things. Small things need to be worried about too. And if you have no big things to worry about, worry about two small things. (The stress generated will be the same.)"

Ironically, today being the day before thanksgiving is INCREDIBLY slow, and I am pretty much bored out of my mind. I am caught up on all my work, and have braced myself for the impending disaster that is to be December - the very busiest time of year at this company. I am reveling in my boredom, however, because I know it is going to be short lived.

On a less negative note: Scott and I find out if our baby is a boy or a girl this coming Tuesday. We are super excited about knowing what the little bugger living in my belly is. I have made a habit of calling it a he, so I'm hoping it’s a boy out of sheer laziness. But I will be happy with whatever, as long as it has 10 fingers, 10 toes, and the other necessary parts it may need in order to function in a healthy manner.

We have already picked out a name if it happens to be a girl: Claire. Its delicate, feminine, and it’s not the ever so popular Emily. I LOVE the name Emily, but I hate that every other female on the face of this earth is named Emily. If it were up to me I would send out a mandatory order for all Emily's to change their first name immediately to ensure that my baby has a unique name that I like. Then Scott would maybe let me name the baby Emily. But we all know that can't happen.


If it is a boy, well, we can't decide on a boy's name. All the boy's names I like Scott does not, and vice a versa. The original suggestion that Scott had was Hobbes. I say absolutely not. If Hobbes then why not Elmo, Grover, or Garfield? How about Snoopy while we are at it?

Alas, I did start off calling the child Hobbes when I started to talk to it, and I even started to develop a very strange attachment to the name, due solely to the circumstances by which it came about, which I just found humorous. It’s a shame, really. Our poor son will most likely have a terrible name because his parents can't be serious for more than 5 minutes at a time. What a travesty it is indeed.

Either way, boy or girl, Hobbes or Claire, we are so excited about this baby, and to find out what it is!

And I’ll find a way to stress about the child one way or another.

My First Entry

I used to Blog a lot, about 3 or 4 years ago. I have since stopped and turned to other additions, such as facebook. All I had what that until I decided to get on the Gridley family bandwagon and start a blog here.

This first entry is liable to be very uneventful, as I don't have anything very interesting that I can think of to offer here.

I'm 20 weeks along in my pregnancy now, and I have had a few contractions, which I found out is due to not drinking enough water.

I'm terribly nervous about the upcoming holiday since this will be the first time I make a turkey on my own for an ungodly amount of people. I come from a very small family where we have 6 at the max for thanksgiving. This year there will be 18 plus. YIKES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even then I never cooked.

I like pickles.

Well, that’s about it for now. Hopefully the future will hold something a little more exiting and I will find my muse and blow everyone away with my amazing blog. Unlikely, but a girl can dream. :)