Damn good marketing

I want to vent about ovulation predictor kits (OPK), I hate them.

Supposedly you pee on them and it measures your luteinizing hormone (LH) which typically shows up when you ovulate, which indicates when you are fertile. I suppose I always knew there was a small window of opportunity but I never realized just how small that damn window is. It's tiny, or so these demon pee sticks have lead me to believe.

So we spent $20 on Answer OPK, I tested in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening for the week that I should be ovulating and never got a reading. G sent me her unused OPK, I tried testing early in the day, late in the day and started to think I just don't ovulate. Then, last Friday, I performed an experiment. I tested the Answer one and the one G sent me. The Answer came up negative, the others came up positive and I got excited so tested with another brand which came up negative.

I believe that OPK are stupid, over priced, useless pieces of trash that has been successfully marketed to crazed, desperate to conceive women.

I am not testing anymore, it's messing with my mind.

Guilty Pleasure

I just got "the Dirt" the Motley Crue book and I am totally enthralled by it. The book arrived on my desk from Amazon yesterday and I flipped it open to give it a quick look . The next thing I know and hour had gone by and I'm 1/4 of the way into the book.
This book is the definition of a guilty pleasure and I can't figure out why I am so mesmerized by it. Crue was not a band I liked when they came out, Shout At The Devil and Too Young To Fall in Love are on my i-pod but I think that's nostalgia not a sign of talent.

I like reading about the Metal scene in the early 80's, it's like the Punk scene in the 70's. It's the beginning of the revolution, and when you throw sex and drugs in with the rock and roll, it's a good read. I like it.
Totally unrelated picture we took last night:

Being punched in the face

There are a bunch of things that I do not want to experience:
Being in jail
Being punched in the face
Bugs crawling under my skin
Bats getting stuck in my hair
Eating razor blades and the list goes on.

Personally, I had never been punched in the face ... until last night and it was not as bad as I imagined it would be. Let me explain. The dog has been especially jubilant lately, he has been antsy and eager to play at all times. Getting off the couch and walking to the bathroom makes him leap in the air and twitch with joy.
So, when I got home from work yesterday, he was super hyper spazzy dog. He ran in circles around me and twitched. Let me back up for a second. Zippy is a pit bull/lab/hippopotamus mix. I realize why pitts have such strong necks, it's to hold up their huge noggin. When Zip lays down to snuggle and drops his head on your lap, it feels like a 10 ton weight landing on you. His cranium must be 2 inches thick, it's not brains taking up all the room, its skull.

So, when I got home last night and leaned down to take the blankie off the couch, it was Zippy's cue to leap into the air and show me his happy dance. The top of his brick head hit me square in the jaw.
I watch a lot of moves where people get hit in the jaw and they all do a little backward stagger with a stupid look on their face and then shake their head. Now I understand why. I saw white flashes and could have sworn I heard my cousin yelling "down goes Frazier". There was no blood and there were no bruises but damn it hurt, and it still hurts!

Rob arrived home and I had a ice pack on my jaw while the dog was still trying to show us his happy dance.

Who's down in Whooville

Ha! This is the reason I NEED to see Genevieve! The little critter in this picture is hers. I have been dying to share the news but she wanted me to wait untill 3 months and wait untill she told the family. She told everybody over the weekend and I am so happy for her.

This picture makes me smile every time I look at it. The baby has a profile that reminds me of the Dr Seuss characters, the Who's down in Whooville. The baby has a little upturned nose and the sweetest profile, it reminds me of my sister and how cute she is.

It's apparent I love dim sum

It looks like I'm taking a trip to Cali in January and I cannot wait!!!!!! I have been a horrible horrible sister and have not been out to visit her yet. When she moved to Houston, I went out to visit and actually helped unpack. When she moved to NOLA I was there every other month but I have not been out to California yet and it's been at LEAST a year. That's not so cool, I need to get out there especially now.

On my to do list is Dim Sum in San Francisco for every meal.

I can't believe that Thanksgiving is so close. Rob and I have been going to see the Nutcracker around Thanksgiving every year. Last year it was the Joffrey ballet and they were incredible. I always just assumed he enjoyed it since I can't believe anybody would not like to see the Joffrey do the Nutcracker. This year he started to make typical male comments regarding the ballet so I invited my mother and she is overjoyed. We have FANTASTIC seats also.... maybe we can do dim sum before the ballet!!!!!

On a quick side note, I found my beloved red suede pants and they actually fit (barely), one good meal of pasta and they will not fit but, dammit, I put them on and wore them around the house. So there.

We have been married 368 days today

I was looking at the calendar to remember all the things that have happened since the last time I wrote, Rob and I have been busy! We spent a long weekend in Cambridge to visit his mother and the weather was perfect. The trees were in the peak season so the scenery was red, yellow, green and brown. As always, I ate my way through Cambridge, corned beef hash, coconut friend calamari and mojitos were at the top of the list. I got to spend time with Rob's sister, which was particularly nice since I didn't feel like I ever had the chance to just sit and talk with her before. Man, I love his family and am pretty damn lucky to have them. Rob's mom gets giddy when I tell her about our plans to start a family and about ovulation tracking kits and things like that. It's nice to share that with her.

After suffering through long hair simply due to a lack of funds and a lack of hairdresser I finally got a great haircut. Thank GOD, I can finally look in the mirror again and love my hair.

We had our one year anniversary last weekend, originally we talked about a trip to Vegas or a trip to Miami but we decided on a refrigerator and a trip to Ruth Chris instead. As it turns out, staying home was a good idea, Rob was struck down with the flu for the weekend so it was a quiet anniversary filled with naps and TV time. We have been married 368 days today.