Made in Richmond

My mother-in-law finally has a blog!

Ross and I have been asking (read: pestering her regularly for several years) to share her wisdom with the rest of the world. And she IS!

She even knows to call it the Internets. I’m so proud I could cry.

(Credit to Patience for posting it first.)

I didn’t sleep well Sunday night.

Or Monday night.

Or Tuesday night.

Or, you guessed, Wednesday night.

I came home this evening and started crying because I needed to load the dishwasher and because I couldn’t stop hiccupping.

I managed to get in a 30 minute nap, so I’m feeling much more human.

I still have the hiccups though.

When I was growing up, my mom used to feed us “flying saucers” and “lady fingers” from time to time as a special breakfast. She would always make a huge deal about it and it was quite the fun time.

Flying saucers? Toasted hamburger buns with butter.

Lady fingers? Toasted hot dog buns. Also with butter.

I’m feeling a bit bamboozled.

Ross and I just spent almost 2 hours IMing about his latest Internet Empire Project.

We’re about 20 feet away from each other.

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I haven’t slept well on a Sunday night in about 5 weeks. This makes Mondays particularly difficult.

Our dinner tonight consisted of cous cous, tomatoes, and sardines. I’m still unsure how I feel about this.

We are starting to get rid of approximately 30% of our belongings because have far too much stuff for two people. You want some things? Maybe you should come over and call dibs.

I recently ordered a bunch of skin care products from drugstore.com for about 1/3 of what the regular price would be. I highly recommend it.

Amalah is finally having another baby and I’m very excited for her.

Cycle 11,452 of America’s Next Top Model starts on Wednesday. While I’m excited, I fear it will never live up to cycle 2 because none of them ever have.

And now you. Spill it…

Friday: Very long day. Quiet evening babysitting a very sweet girl. Home to bed late.

Saturday: Tried to sleep in but didn’t because apparently I’m in capable of doing that. Off to lunch with friends. Home to rest. Dinner at in-laws. Drinks at Ipanema. Home to bed.

Sunday: Up for Loaves & Fishes. Stopped at the store. Skipped church. Doing laundry and various house stuff. Hope to get to bed early.

Have a great week!

As I’ve mentioned before, we believe that Zapp is some kind of hound. Being a hound, she’s got an extremely sensitive nose (or “sniffer” as we call it because we are THAT CUTE).

If we ever need to spray air freshener, static guard, or any kind of cleanser, it’s greeted with inordinate amounts of sneezing, snuffling, and schmuffing. I made up that last word because I needed to convey what it sounds like. There’s also a lot of this:

Sometimes it seems like the tickle is so bad that she wants to rip her own face off. Poor thing.

I had several nightmares in the weeks leading up to my wedding. Not about the whole getting married part, but rather the “OMG my happiness on this day is contingent on so many things going *exactly* right.”

Looking back, my favorite dream had to do with my invitations. I ordered them off of the Internet, much to my mother’s dismay. My rationale was 1) Why would I go to a *store* when I could stay on the *couch*? and 2) it’s a piece of paper that most people were going to throw away anyway. So, I made the decision, entered my credit card number, and clickety-click, I was done.

Well, apparently my mother’s uncertainty slipped into my subconscious because a few days before the invitations were due to arrive, I had a dream that my invitations were covered with coupons for Papa John’s and Jiffy Lube. Apparently I had neglected to un-check a box on the printing company’s web site, thereby giving them permission to sell advertising spots on my invitations.

Because that’s how my mind works.

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This wedding-related post is in honor of Jen’s virtual engagement party, courtesy of RA, Audrey, and several other bloggers out there. Congratulations, Jen! The Internets love you!

My wrist hurts like holy hell.

Aaaaaaand it looks like the bump is already back.

Awesome.

Looks like arthroscopic surgery is in my future.

Again, awesome.