Seis Puerqueños

First of all, you are awesome, all of you who gave into my shameless begging for more blogging. It keeps me sane, well almost.

Second, I have a food that I eat when I have the flu: popcorn. Normally microwave, but last night I decided that I actually wanted popcorn in the make it in the pan form. And that was dinner. I take that back, I decided that all food was horrible and the only thing that may possibly enter would be popcorn. For breakfast this morning I forced down chex with milk, and a bit later it decided to return to live in the toilet instead of my stomach. Lunch? No thanks, but you’re right, it was popcorn again. Nothing sounds good, the idea of putting anything into me is just awful. But Aaron is making soup for dinner so maybe I will try to ingest some nutrients. If not, back to popcorn. I take comfort in the fact that Pamy’s mom only ate poptarts while pregnant with her, and Lorena ate only chifles (fried plantains) while pregnant with Ishy, and both Pamy and Ishy seemed to turn out fine.

We will be back in Seattle on March 11th, and that’s coming up really fast, less than two weeks. That is both extremely exciting and sad. And also I have zero energy to pack up my things, if someone would just come over and do it for me? Great, thanks. I’ll even pay you some dollars. Looking forward to being back and seeing many of you and trying to cure myself of endless boredom. I will be sad to leave though, especially not doing much of anything to help in the last many weeks. But. We will be back. Someday. Soon.

I think my most recent posts excluding the one about Rex are a good indication of my current state. I don’t think my blog should be all about complaining, although I could probably fill one up all the complaining I do to poor Aaron. Suffice it to say growing a baby is way more ridiculously unpleasant than I ever imagined, and that I’m really really really bored. I’m looking forward to a month or so when I feel like a normal human again. Or at least a human with an alien inside that is not trying to destroy them on a regular basis.

So, that all being said, I decided since Aaron is napping and I already talked to most of my family today, and the boredom thing, here is another tag I got. Remember when these were only done through email, and you could just delete them? You can’t delete mine, but you can just not read it if you like.

“ABC Tag”
A- Attached or single: Attached
B- Best Friend: Aaron and lots of girls
C- Cake or Pie: Pie. Especially snickers heavenly goodness pie.
D- Day of Choice: Tuesday March 11th when I eat Chipotle for dinner. I hope I like it.
E- Essential Item: bathrobe, chapstick, glass of water, green apples
F- Favorite Color: green
G- Gummi Bears or Worms: Bears from the Tia next door. Or the time the lady at the post office in Bellevue had a stack of melty looking ones on a piece of paper and told me to have some. Which I did.
H- Hometown: Bellevue, WA
I- Indulgence(s): showering
K- Kids: one alien baby inside running my life
L- Life is incomplete without: salt and sugar
M- Marriage Date: June 16th, 2007
N- Number of Siblings: 3 brothers 1 Sister
O- Oranges or Apples: green apples
P- Phobias or Fears: alien baby disappearing
Q- Quote(s): “I smell cookies” is the only one I can think of right now.
R- Restaurant: I have imagined liking all sorts of restaurants when I get home, Chipotle, Spaghetti Factory, Mediterranean Kitchen, McDonalds.
S- Season: Summer
T- Tag Six: no thanks. You can do it if you want.
U- Unknown Fact About Me: I sleep with my ankles crossed
V- Vegetarian or Oppressor of Animal: I prefer Omnivore.
W- Worst Habit: complaining all day long
X- X-Rays or Ultrasounds: duh.
Y- Your Favorite Food: water. green apples. not chocolate.
Z: Zodiac: Leo

I kept looking at the box of chewy chocolate chip granola bars, thinking I wanted one, but knowing chocolate is yucky. Just now I had one, and because my nose was so stuffy, I couldn’t really taste the chocolate. I half wanted to spit it out because of grossness, but half liked it. So I was happy, because I was starving and didn’t have to make any food. Maybe soon I’ll like chocolate again.

Please blog more. Because I like to read your blogs. And I am bored. Thanks in advance.

At least we do. But maybe we’re biased.

Today after learning of Fidel Castro’s “retirement” it sparked the conversation (again) of if he was really alive of not. So when I was in bed doodling I thought of this, and Aaron said we should set up shop right away. And so ta-da! So if you want to see all the options for this great shirt (it comes in oh so many designs and colors) you can go here: www.cafepress.com/foxfish Aaron is working on some with a Fidel picture. Forgive our shameless self-promotion, we just think we are funny.

Today we went to the grocery store and everything smelled horrible and all the food was revolting sounding. And then near the end in the little freezer section there they were… Raspberry popsicles with fruit in them. They were ridiculously overpriced but I had to get them. And then I came home and layed down and ate one. And it was love.

Additionally I would like to add that I finally plugged in the antena for our tv, and today have enjoyed feeling like junk while watching all sorts of telenovelas and that’s so raven and sponge bob in Spanish. It beats laying around feeling like junk without it.

One more thing, we realized that we haven’t announced that we are coming back to the US in just a few weeks. We’ll be back March 11th, spend about two weeks in Bellevue, then go to Montana for a while. So if you live anywhere around there and like us, let’s get together.

This morning my phone rang and Sor Teresa had an important assignment. She needed to know about a form of speech delay for one of the boys, and wondered if I could look it up online and bring her some info. I did this gladly, as it took me about 3 minutes and I can imagine it taking her hours. We went over to deliver it, making sure to get some balloons and candy for the boys for valentine’s day, and flowers for Sor Teresa (I looked really loved walking over there). After a bit of talking to Sor Teresa another nun we know came over and she asked Sor Teresa if she had called us over to help her. She said no, but now we were here and could probably help. They then explained to me that they got a new microwave and it was in English and they could not figure it out.

Let’s just stop and be real honest. I don’t think they could have figured it out in Spanish either. At one point during my explanation of the buttons (there were not too many) there were four or so nuns gathered around in awe and wonder. I kind of think they have never microwaved before in their lives, ever. Except the old nun who wanted me to explain it to her, she claimed “this one is not like my sister’s in Vermont!” After I showed them all the buttons and made a translation on their booklet with diagram, a worker appeared with some microwave popcorn bags. Oh my. The questions about “where can we buy this?” “how do you cook it?” “can you use the same bag over and over?” “do we just put popcorn into this special bag?” I just loved it. And then I put the popcorn into the microwave and cooked it. And it was like magic. It was cheesy popcorn, which needed the kraft mac&cheese powder like substance poured on it after, so the worker and nun had a great time shaking and pouring. Eventually everyone tried some and all rejoiced.

Anyway, I just thought it was a cute story, something you never think about, nuns not knowing how to microwave. But now they will have warm drinks and bread and maybe even some popcorn now and then.

Jenna tagged me and I’m so proud of her for blogging I have to oblige. Also, I lay around all day, so deal with it.

How long have you been together? 2 years and 8 months I think
How long did you date? 2 years
How old is he? really old. should I confess his age on here? ok. 32.
Who eats more? I hold my own.
Who said “I love you” first? Aaron because he’s mushy
Who is taller? Aaron
Who sings better? Aaron
Who is smarter? Totally me. At least I think so.
Who does the laundry? Me (I think if I do the laundry I don’t have to feel bad for NEVER taking out the trash. right?)
Who does the dishes? Both of us.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me, we just switched last week.
Who pays the bills? Depends on whose name it comes in. All our current ones we have to go somewhere to pay, so together.
Who mows the lawn? my dad did, now we don’t have one. When we get one again I’ll hire my dad again.
Who cooks dinner? Aaron. He cooks better so he has to do it more.
Who is more stubborn? Probably almost a tie. But I’d vote Aaron
Who kissed who first? Aaron kissed me
Who asked who out? I asked him out. Because he refused to admit to liking me, I had to prove it. Turns out I was right.
Who proposed? Aaron, at my house. Then Las Margaritas. And then every day after that until we got married.
Who is more sensitive? me, waterworks
Who has more friends? Me because I talk more.
Who has more siblings? Aaron

Wasn’t that fun? I tag Billie, Jacki (and Adri to help), AJ, and Billie. I’m serious Billie.

My baby and me, that is. Currently the baby is winning, controlling my body so that I can’t do much of anything except sleep and lie around. I thought “yes! Pregnancy is the best excuse to eat whatever and how much you want!” Turns out my baby can’t stand anything made of chocolate, or sweets in general. Ok or food in general except veggies and water. If Aaron brings anything faintly chocolately near me, I have the strong urge to throw up. And my entire body hurts. But other than that, things are going well. Aaron laughs at me while I look at pictures of pregnant bellies online and constantly ask when mine will grow. Probably about the time chocolate tastes ok again.

Since I have not left the house really at all, I’ve been doing a lot of crafts which are easy to accompish sitting or lying down. Here are a few gems for you to see:

I finally busted out the sewing machine and first made this zippered pouch. I should probably add it’s supposed to be not even like that. But I should have made it more so.

Next I decided to make all the OSSO girl valentines zipper pouches filled with candy. So far 2.5 are done. This is not my finest creation.

After frustration with the valentine pouch linings, I moved on to repurposing my shirts that are too streched out/shrunken. One got made into a tote bag, but that one is not pictured here because it is ugly. But quite useful. If I left the house of course. This is a picture of the second shirt, or what became of it. A little purse/tote thing. I was much happier with it but that’s probably because skulls with hearts is always a good idea.

And this final one is some yo-yos I made up for a secret project.

Anyway. I’ve managed to keep almost a little bit busy, but mostly I’m going crazy being bored and not feeling well. But Aaron is taking good care of me, and I’m not throwing up, so I guess I can’t complain all that much.