Because you've all been waiting with bated breath for my next blog post (actually I know that the majority of you have given up that I will ever write on this blog again), I've decided to make a concerted effort to post at least once a week. Really. I will. Check it. And if I don't post, e-mail me and yell at me.
I initially started this because so many people were asking, "How are you doing?!? How's it going?!? How's married life?!? How's Kansas City??" and other such questions. Well, I've probably never been asked those questions more than I am right now, considering that I'm about to deliver a baby into the world at any given minute.
Exciting? Yes!
Terrifying? Not really.
WHY, you ask, is it not terrifying?
Because, as much as it is plainly obvious that I am ridiculously pregnant, by evidence of my massively protruding stomach, inability to get up and down the stairs without help from the US Army Corps of Engineers, and the fact that I can't put on shoes, socks, or even see my feet (I can't imagine what my pedicure looks like right now..I'm thinking somewhere between Freddie Kruger and Edward Scissorhands), IT STILL DOESN'T SEEM REAL!!
Even now, as I sit here with a baby kicking me from the inside, I can't really fully grasp that within days - mere DAYS, PEOPLE!! - I will be holding a newborn baby that is fully dependent on me for it's survival.
That fact seems so out-of-this-world crazy, that I still can't wrap my mind around it.
But, the nursery is ready...
The baby clothes are washed and folded and put away...
The house is bought, the bag is packed, the carseat installed, the childbirthing classes taken, the swing set up, the bottles ready to go...
The entire Jaronowski household sits and waits impatiently for the arrival of this little creature who is 100% guaranteed to throw our lives totally upside-down...
And the thought returns - I can't believe this is really happening!!!
Maybe he'll just stay in there for a few more months.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I have very useful information for you today!!
Not sure if everybody is familiar with how http://www.restaurant.com/ works, but if you're not, here's the explanation in a nutshell: Go to that site and search for restaurants in your area, and you can buy gift certificates for 1/2 price (or less!) The restaurant selection changes up all the time - they have everything from super fancy places to neighborhood bars.
It's very useful if you want to go out but can't decide where to go, or if you're on a budget but don't feel like ordering pizza for the 30th weekend in a row.
Well, LISTEN UP:
For the next few days, enter Promo Code "FOUR" and get an ADDITIONAL 80% off.
I just bought six $25 gift certificates and four $10 gift certificates for a whopping grand total of $12.60. That's $190 worth of gift certificates for 12 bucks!
I haven't seen David this excited since he received his new organ shoes in the mail a few months ago.
(If you don't know what organ shoes are, they are these ridiculous looking elf shoes with heels that are made out of soft leather - organists wear them while they're playing to push the pedals - they are, in a word, embarrassing.)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
We are Officially Homeowners (God Help Us All!)
Well, we bought a house. I know, I can't believe somebody let us buy a house either.
Although our plans for Missouri are short-term (relatively speaking - at the most 3 years), with the baby on the way, we knew our 2-bedroom condo in the bar district of downtown Kansas City was not going to cut it any longer.
Considering that when I left the house for Mass this morning, there was fresh vomit on the sidewalk from somebody's inebriated walk home the night before, I'm thinking it would be a bad idea to tour the area with a stroller.
AND, the market is really good. Reallllly good. Houses are selling for peanuts. Literally, we're paying in Circus Peanuts - 563,000,000 bags of them.
AND, the people who were selling the house were pretty desperate to leave the state (they told our buyers agent that they're moving for a new job and are on a strict timeline, but I still have a theory that involves the witness protection program, a drug deal gone bad, and a bunch of code names)
So ALL of that, plus the fact that they accepted every single condition outlined in our contract (they're leaving us every single major appliance in the house - jackpot!) makes David and I pretty freaking excited first-time home owners!!
Check it out:
http://portal.heartlandmls.com/Matrix/Public/PhotoPopup.aspx?tid=1&key=18492391&n=16&mtid=1&L=1
FYI if you're reading this, that means you have an exclusive invitation to stay with us November 13-15th (by staying with us, I mean help us move and we'll supply you with an air mattress.) *First come first serve on the air mattresses.
Although our plans for Missouri are short-term (relatively speaking - at the most 3 years), with the baby on the way, we knew our 2-bedroom condo in the bar district of downtown Kansas City was not going to cut it any longer.
Considering that when I left the house for Mass this morning, there was fresh vomit on the sidewalk from somebody's inebriated walk home the night before, I'm thinking it would be a bad idea to tour the area with a stroller.
AND, the market is really good. Reallllly good. Houses are selling for peanuts. Literally, we're paying in Circus Peanuts - 563,000,000 bags of them.
AND, the people who were selling the house were pretty desperate to leave the state (they told our buyers agent that they're moving for a new job and are on a strict timeline, but I still have a theory that involves the witness protection program, a drug deal gone bad, and a bunch of code names)
So ALL of that, plus the fact that they accepted every single condition outlined in our contract (they're leaving us every single major appliance in the house - jackpot!) makes David and I pretty freaking excited first-time home owners!!
Check it out:
http://portal.heartlandmls.com/Matrix/Public/PhotoPopup.aspx?tid=1&key=18492391&n=16&mtid=1&L=1
FYI if you're reading this, that means you have an exclusive invitation to stay with us November 13-15th (by staying with us, I mean help us move and we'll supply you with an air mattress.) *First come first serve on the air mattresses.
Friday, October 2, 2009
What a WEEK!
I LOOOVE blogging. In fact, reading my friend Shelley's blog has reminded me how much I LOOOOVE blogging. Check her out @ www.starsgal.blogspot.com
Why, then, if I LOOOOOOVE blogging so much, do I NOT update my blog anymore? Honestly, I don't know, and it's ticking me off, because I keep getting asked "what happened to the blog?" and I have no good answer for why I haven't updated the blog.
OH WAIT.
YES I DO.
Listen to the week I've had, people:
Monday morning, 9/28: Wake up, coughing, sore throat, stuffy. Ugh. Cold.
Monday night: The cold turns in to something worse. Something even yuckier. Chills, fever, hacking, wheezing. General awfulness.
What do I take for this horrible cold/flu? Oh, nothing. Because I'm pregnant and afraid to take anything that will possibly harm the little guy who spends his days and nights kicking my ribs like a xylophone. So I decide to sit it out.
Tuesday very early morning: wake up, can't breathe because I am coughing up disgusting mucus too often to catch a good deep breath. Overprotective (but totally right) husband decides it's time to take my pregnant butt to the hospital.
Tuesday morning: Sitting in the Labor and Delivery unit of Truman Medical Center, in a private area so my germs do not mingle with the other pregnant people, with a huge mask over my face. Vunderbar.
Tuesday afternoon: Still sitting in Truman Hospital with huge, HOT mask over my face, doctors poking me who also have huge masks, gloves, caps and other apparatus warding off my dangerous possible swine-flu germs. Given TAMIFLU and sent home.
Tuesday night: Take TAMIFLU pill (which costs - with insurance coverage - $100 - yippie) feeling much better.
Wednesday morning: Feeling even better - decide to get dressed and go drop something off for David at his office.
Wednesday afternoon: Leave David's office, begin drive home. IDIOT 16 YEAR OLD DRIVER TURNS DIRECTLY INTO MY PATH WHILE I AM DRIVING THROUGH AN INTERSECTION. SLAM INTO HIS 1988 SEDAN GOING 35 MPH. Great.
Wednesday, later afternoon: Ambulance, fire truck, police, crying 16 year old who is telling me "You don't understand, my Dad is going to kill me!" (as if I freaking care, since you could have killed me and possibly have harmed my unborn child)...overprotective husband freaking out...BACK TO TRUMAN HOSPITAL for another 8 hours. Oh, and because I was there with the flu the day before? Yep, they stick another freaking mask on my face.
You get the picture. It's been a hectic week.
However, I couldn't be more thankful for the guardian angel that was on my shoulder through all of this - because here I sit blogging when I could obviously be in a casket or, just as bad, without the baby boy who's still happily kicking my ribs (to think, those kicks annoyed me until I thought they might not be there anymore! Now they're the best feeling ever)
:-)
Why, then, if I LOOOOOOVE blogging so much, do I NOT update my blog anymore? Honestly, I don't know, and it's ticking me off, because I keep getting asked "what happened to the blog?" and I have no good answer for why I haven't updated the blog.
OH WAIT.
YES I DO.
Listen to the week I've had, people:
Monday morning, 9/28: Wake up, coughing, sore throat, stuffy. Ugh. Cold.
Monday night: The cold turns in to something worse. Something even yuckier. Chills, fever, hacking, wheezing. General awfulness.
What do I take for this horrible cold/flu? Oh, nothing. Because I'm pregnant and afraid to take anything that will possibly harm the little guy who spends his days and nights kicking my ribs like a xylophone. So I decide to sit it out.
Tuesday very early morning: wake up, can't breathe because I am coughing up disgusting mucus too often to catch a good deep breath. Overprotective (but totally right) husband decides it's time to take my pregnant butt to the hospital.
Tuesday morning: Sitting in the Labor and Delivery unit of Truman Medical Center, in a private area so my germs do not mingle with the other pregnant people, with a huge mask over my face. Vunderbar.
Tuesday afternoon: Still sitting in Truman Hospital with huge, HOT mask over my face, doctors poking me who also have huge masks, gloves, caps and other apparatus warding off my dangerous possible swine-flu germs. Given TAMIFLU and sent home.
Tuesday night: Take TAMIFLU pill (which costs - with insurance coverage - $100 - yippie) feeling much better.
Wednesday morning: Feeling even better - decide to get dressed and go drop something off for David at his office.
Wednesday afternoon: Leave David's office, begin drive home. IDIOT 16 YEAR OLD DRIVER TURNS DIRECTLY INTO MY PATH WHILE I AM DRIVING THROUGH AN INTERSECTION. SLAM INTO HIS 1988 SEDAN GOING 35 MPH. Great.
Wednesday, later afternoon: Ambulance, fire truck, police, crying 16 year old who is telling me "You don't understand, my Dad is going to kill me!" (as if I freaking care, since you could have killed me and possibly have harmed my unborn child)...overprotective husband freaking out...BACK TO TRUMAN HOSPITAL for another 8 hours. Oh, and because I was there with the flu the day before? Yep, they stick another freaking mask on my face.
You get the picture. It's been a hectic week.
However, I couldn't be more thankful for the guardian angel that was on my shoulder through all of this - because here I sit blogging when I could obviously be in a casket or, just as bad, without the baby boy who's still happily kicking my ribs (to think, those kicks annoyed me until I thought they might not be there anymore! Now they're the best feeling ever)
:-)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
It's been far too long!
Haven't updated in a while; Here's the quick summary of what has happened between August 30 and today:
1.) We found out we're having a BOY! (I know, I know, much earlier on this blog I stated that I only wanted a girl and lamented about the possibility of having a boy, but GUESS WHAT? I'm an idiot. Because as soon as we found out we were having a little boy, I got really excited. And that was before it sunk in. Now, I don't know who's more excited: David, because he gets a little Mini-David to pal around with, or me, because I get a little Mini-David who will be much cuter and more well-behaved than the original!)
2.) It was my 26th Birthday and David's 27th - we're a week apart. I'm on 9/11 (national day of tragedy..and private day of birthday fun!) and David is on 9/18. We went home to Cleveland to visit parents and family and friends, and generally be spoiled. It was awesome.
3.) David started his choir season at St. Peter's again, which makes him a very busy boy, and me an unpaid (and oftentimes resentful due to my lack of power) "assistant to the choir director"
4.) We are extremely close to making an offer on a house. That is stressful, and exciting, and terrifying, and all the other things that go along with making a $200,000 purchase that can't be returned to the nearest Target within 60 days.
So that's been eating up most of our free time - although I still manage to stalk people on facebook a few times a week and I never miss an episode of The Office, Project Runway, or Top Chef...so obviously I'm not that busy.. ;-)
1.) We found out we're having a BOY! (I know, I know, much earlier on this blog I stated that I only wanted a girl and lamented about the possibility of having a boy, but GUESS WHAT? I'm an idiot. Because as soon as we found out we were having a little boy, I got really excited. And that was before it sunk in. Now, I don't know who's more excited: David, because he gets a little Mini-David to pal around with, or me, because I get a little Mini-David who will be much cuter and more well-behaved than the original!)
2.) It was my 26th Birthday and David's 27th - we're a week apart. I'm on 9/11 (national day of tragedy..and private day of birthday fun!) and David is on 9/18. We went home to Cleveland to visit parents and family and friends, and generally be spoiled. It was awesome.
3.) David started his choir season at St. Peter's again, which makes him a very busy boy, and me an unpaid (and oftentimes resentful due to my lack of power) "assistant to the choir director"
4.) We are extremely close to making an offer on a house. That is stressful, and exciting, and terrifying, and all the other things that go along with making a $200,000 purchase that can't be returned to the nearest Target within 60 days.
So that's been eating up most of our free time - although I still manage to stalk people on facebook a few times a week and I never miss an episode of The Office, Project Runway, or Top Chef...so obviously I'm not that busy.. ;-)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
THE WAR IS OVER!!
It is in the LOW 70's in Kansas City.
I repeat....the weather has cooled. It is in the LOW 70's.
Understanding, of course, that the good people of Kansas City are apparently used to spending their time in oven-like heat (you know, the kind that makes moving, breathing, and living impossible? The kind that causes you to sweat in places that, up until that point, you were positive didn't have sweat glands...like, for example, eyelids? THE KANSAS CITY HEAT MAKES MY FREAKING EYELIDS SWEAT. MY. EYELIDS. SWEAT.)
So, even though the people that are native to this area are used to this weather, EVEN THEY are getting sick of it. Even they hate sweating in the non-sweatable places of their bodies. What I'm saying is that it's NOT JUST ME.
It's freaking hot. This heat makes HELL look like DISNEY ON ICE. We're freaking dying out here. It's the nuclear holocaust and we're out of gas masks. (Can these analogies get more dramatic? Didn't think so.)
So, when it cooled down today, imagine our delight.
Delight? DELIGHT? Yes, delight. Similar to the delight of hearing, "Hey, Amanda, here's a pill. If you take this, you will immediately look like a young Suzanne Somers (pre thigh-master...like Three's Company Suzanne Somers) and money will rain from the sky...and oh, by the way, here's a genie to grant you 3 wishes." That kind of delight.
Immediately, I decided I was going to venture outside.
And, oh. Ohhhh. OHHHHHHHH. It was glorious. DELIGHTFUL, GRAND, and GLORIOUS.
As strains from "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" played in the background, people came out into the clear sunlight like prisoners emerging from a soviet gulag.
They were peeking out of potholes in the street, I tell you!
Windows flew open, people were waving at each other, singing to each other, strangers were kissing each other on the street in gleeful happiness and exuberant joy.
Confetti was raining from the sky - it was like the ticker tape parade after WWII ended - THE WAR IS OVER read the headline on the Kansas City Star!! We all danced and leapt and hugged and cried, and realized WE HAD MADE IT!! WE HAD WON!!!!!!
This is all a massive exaggeration, by the way, but I think it gets my point across. Basically, people were pretty excited about the weather today.
I'm sitting on my balcony right now, writing this, actually wearing more than a tank top and underwear for the first time in months, and my eyelids are NOT SWEATING, and I've decided that I'm just going to pretend that this heat is totally over. I'm going to pretend that this wasn't just a moment in time, a flicker of happiness in the midst of this godforsaken heat....and I am absolutely REFUSING to look at the weather forecast for tomorrow.
I repeat....the weather has cooled. It is in the LOW 70's.
Understanding, of course, that the good people of Kansas City are apparently used to spending their time in oven-like heat (you know, the kind that makes moving, breathing, and living impossible? The kind that causes you to sweat in places that, up until that point, you were positive didn't have sweat glands...like, for example, eyelids? THE KANSAS CITY HEAT MAKES MY FREAKING EYELIDS SWEAT. MY. EYELIDS. SWEAT.)
So, even though the people that are native to this area are used to this weather, EVEN THEY are getting sick of it. Even they hate sweating in the non-sweatable places of their bodies. What I'm saying is that it's NOT JUST ME.
It's freaking hot. This heat makes HELL look like DISNEY ON ICE. We're freaking dying out here. It's the nuclear holocaust and we're out of gas masks. (Can these analogies get more dramatic? Didn't think so.)
So, when it cooled down today, imagine our delight.
Delight? DELIGHT? Yes, delight. Similar to the delight of hearing, "Hey, Amanda, here's a pill. If you take this, you will immediately look like a young Suzanne Somers (pre thigh-master...like Three's Company Suzanne Somers) and money will rain from the sky...and oh, by the way, here's a genie to grant you 3 wishes." That kind of delight.
Immediately, I decided I was going to venture outside.
And, oh. Ohhhh. OHHHHHHHH. It was glorious. DELIGHTFUL, GRAND, and GLORIOUS.
As strains from "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning" played in the background, people came out into the clear sunlight like prisoners emerging from a soviet gulag.
They were peeking out of potholes in the street, I tell you!
Windows flew open, people were waving at each other, singing to each other, strangers were kissing each other on the street in gleeful happiness and exuberant joy.
Confetti was raining from the sky - it was like the ticker tape parade after WWII ended - THE WAR IS OVER read the headline on the Kansas City Star!! We all danced and leapt and hugged and cried, and realized WE HAD MADE IT!! WE HAD WON!!!!!!
This is all a massive exaggeration, by the way, but I think it gets my point across. Basically, people were pretty excited about the weather today.
I'm sitting on my balcony right now, writing this, actually wearing more than a tank top and underwear for the first time in months, and my eyelids are NOT SWEATING, and I've decided that I'm just going to pretend that this heat is totally over. I'm going to pretend that this wasn't just a moment in time, a flicker of happiness in the midst of this godforsaken heat....and I am absolutely REFUSING to look at the weather forecast for tomorrow.
Friday, August 28, 2009
This is HILARIOUS
Check out this article - TOO FUNNY.
FYI if David ever did this to me, the only reason for the sign would be to cover the bloody gaping hole where his lower half used to be (these are pregnancy hormones talking, so I'm allowed to sound a little crazy...)
WIFE SHAMES CHEATING HUSBAND DURING RUSH HOUR
Burning shame combined with the August morning sun and about a gazillion highly amused stares was the punishment one man endured for cheating on his wife.William Taylor of Centreville, Va., got caught getting a little action on the side when he forgot to remove the incriminating evidence from his cell phone.
After finding the proof, his wife doled out a rather interesting punishment -- she forced him to stand at one of the busiest intersections in the D.C. metropolitan area wearing a sandwich board telling everyone he's a cheater. Consider it a modern-day version of a scarlet letter -- humiliating, but less catastrophic than some scorned women's destructive revenge tactics.
"I thought she was kidding, but she was serious," Taylor said.
"I figured I got to do what I got to do to makes things right. So here I am."
His punishment is set to last all week. Each day when morning rush hour winds down, William gets a text from his wife, giving him permission to stop the public humiliation for the day, although repeat sightings of Taylor suggest this is at least a week-long punishment. Those daily texts will probably make him happier than all the ones he got from his mistress combined.
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