Random Stories

I have two stories which both have the same ending. I'm just not sure which one is more enjoyable. So I'll share both.

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Sooo, I have been a slacker at blogging lately. And I don't even have any pictures to go with this post. The problem was that our office and computers were't set-up yet. But now they are.

The attic is now our office and it's pretty cool. It's also very problematic for me. For starters it has pull-down stairs to access it, and they are kind of scary. Secondly, the attic smells. Not bad, just like wood. Like stinky wood, but no one else can smell it. So I can't go up there to put pictures in my post. The iPad I am using is great, but not that great.

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After having IV, I have struggled with my body image. I have come to realize I will never be a size 0 again, nor will I ever weigh 105 again (that was my pre-pregnancy size).

Anyway I am realizing that just because I HAVE fat, it doesn't make ME fat. Or at least that's what I have to keep reminding myself.

I had gotten to a pretty good weight by working out, and then we moved and I stopped. Now I am almost down to my goal-weight. I wish it were from working out and eating right but it's not.

It's from all-freaking-day morning sickness. Yay! And boo! We are so excited, but I think at this point I am more sick than excited. Someone asked me what's it's like and the best way to describe it is that I feel like I am on the verge of puking (I need a better word for that) every second of every day. Yuck. I had to quit my job because I can only stand for about half a minute before getting dizzy and light-headed.

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So, being pregnant is why I can't blog with pictures, and why my clothing is looser. Sweet. (and no, the attic doesn't really smell, but it does for my over-active nose. It isn't the only thing that's been banned, my brother-in-law also knows to stay FAR away because of his cologne. Yuck. )

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Now for some cute stories of my son. He likes to imitate words that we say. When something is cool he'll say "awesome!" or "sweet!". He also has started calling us (his parents) "honey" and "babe". It's adorable.

We've told him about the baby and when we ask where the baby is he'll look at my belly button and either say the baby is sleeping or hiding.

He knows all his letters, what sound they make, and some words that start with each letter.

He also knows what s-t-o-p, e-x-i-t, d-o-g, and m-o-m spell.

For some reason I am mom-mom, and Stephen is daddy.

He loves to come and give my hugs and kisses. Especially if I am watching something and start crying. Which is like every two seconds now-a-days.

While I am sick in the bathroom he will come and pat my back and then ask me if I am "all done hiccups?"

We sure love him and are excited for another one.

The Help

I know, I know. You've already read the book, discussed it with your book club AND seen the movie in the theatre. It's soooo last season.

But here's my problem. I didn't like it. At all.

Well, maybe "at all" is a little harsh. But I certainly didn't care for it, and I will never read it again. Throw your stones if you must, but seriously there are so many better books that approach this topic with much more passion.

While I did like that the book presented different cases of "help" who were treated nicely and horribly, it left me wanting more. I wanted to come away from it inspired to be better. And I wasn't.

First off, I wanted it to have a better ending. Seriously Abileen got fired? Who is going to raise those kids? I feel sooo badly for them, and I have no compassion for their mom. She fired the best thing that ever happened to her family so she could stay in favor with her friend? Yuck.

Secondly, there were no GOOD men in the book. Why? Why couldn't there have been any good male figures?

I have this problem where I internalize the atmosphere of the books that I read. If I read a book where the husband is unfaithful, suddenly I am upset with MY husband. If I read where a guy was super sweet to his significant other, my husband is suddenly the best guy in the world. Seriously, it's a problem.

Anyway, it has made me realize that I need to be careful when choosing books to read.

The only semi-good man in the book was the one(I already forgot his name) who lived out in the middle of nowhere. And he was only SEMI- good. He didn't do anything amazing, he simply didn't do anything bad. That is not enough in my book. (ha, I didn't even realize my pun)

Mostly my problems with this book are just that it isn't something that I like to read. I need good endings, realism and hope. While is book was real, it didn't have either of my other needs.

My suggestion of better books?  Fried Green Tomatoes At The Whistle Stop Cafe (the movie is good too), and Welcome to the World, Baby Girl. Incidentally these are both written by the same author. Maybe it's just that I like the author. Shoot, even To Kill A Mockingbird is better. It's not the author. I just need more hope and happiness. And really, who doesn't need that?