Things that annoy me today....

Chatty Cathy over here that complains about other people talking too much when she can out talk everyone. After coming in 20 minutes late this morning she announces to whoever listens "I was stuck down stairs by Mrs. Y,  she's a nice lady but my gosh she talks so much".....REALLY?  She talks too much?  WOW!

This same person also does an annoying whistle when something good happens or good news is shared.  ANNOYING!

This same person has recently developed a little cough so after she actually coughs she says "Cough, cough!" In a whiny voice.  IRRITATING!  Like we didn't know you just coughed.  

Princess Prego Rockstar has also been annoying me with some choice phrases she uses constantly.  

Boss man will come over and say " I think we should include this page in the TPS report."  

Her response will be without a doubt...."DEFINITELY!"

OR......"I AGREE!"

You should all know I abhor the words BASICALLY and ACTUALLY!  Well Definitely is on the list now!  

Wouldn't you all agree! 

I think I might be in a bit of a grumpy mood.

20 weeks

It seems like these past 20 weeks have flown by...but it didn't seem like that in February when we first found out about our life changing news.  I don't look very different yet.  Most of the time I don't feel different either.    We'll see how much longer I'm still saying this! This coming Thursday is our anatomy scan perhaps then we'll do the big facebook reveal. I would like to do something a little clever rather than just say "Hey we're expecting....Baby (Boy/Girl) Chapman" and post the ultrasound.  I want something original.

Like an ultrasound with a top hat and mustache for boy/ big bow and something else for a girl, similar to this picture:

Or how about an ultrasound with a baby dinosaur?

Or perhaps we'll announce in a very natural way.

I've always thought this was a cute idea...but it's so overdone...but I could get a new pair of chucks.

We'll see maybe it'll just the be the boring ol' ultrasound because we'll be too lazy to come up with anything clever.

Did you turn it off and on again?

Question I just overheard...


Question Asker:
A vendor is coming in tomorrow to give a presentation in the blah blah room.  The vendor wants to know if they have to bring a Mac or a PC to do the presentation?

Question Answerer:

They can bring whatever they have their presentation on, there is only a screen in the room.

Question Asker:
So they can bring either one to hook up for the presentation?

Question Answerer:
There is only a screen in there, there isn't a projector, so unless they don't have a projector we can provide one for them.

Question Asker:
So they can bring either Mac or PC to hook up in that room?

Question Answerer:
Yes...

Stuff to do but no energy to do anything...

So the other  Preggo Princess around here likes to rub/touch her belly.  Now I had one coworker/friend in the past that would rub her belly after she ate and I would make fun of her but at least she was rubbing her belly.  This Preggo Princess rubs her uterus belly or for those of you that are familiar with the term FUPA.  It completely and totally grosses me out.  When I talk to her she rubs and touches in front of me. In fact she just did it to me right now.  I feel like I'm interrupting a tender moment between her and her belly.  The baby is only what 3-4 inches at this point in her pregnancy so all she's doing is rubbing her fat around.  I equate this to men rubbing/grabbing their crotches.  I don't want to see it.  Gross! Gross! Gross!  Just because I'm pregnant too doesn't mean you can sit in my office and start rubbing away and think I'm compassionate that you might feel some pain here and there.  Suck it up you big cry baby and stop rubbing in front of me!

Shoes off!

I've never understood the "Shoes Off!" rule when walking into some homes.  My first encounter was when I was in college and we went to a friend's house (she still lived with her parents)  and they had just put in new white carpet.  Why white carpet?  I have no idea.   We had to take our shoes off and then we had to walk on these plastic sheets to get to her room or the backyard or something ridiculous.  I just remember thinking why in the hell buy white carpet to have plastic walkways everywhere in your house to protect stuff.  I didn't get it then and I don't get it now.  I've thought long and hard about this.

Is it because they don't want you to track dirt in?  Is your house covered in light colored carpet that any trace of wearing shoes will show up immediately?  Is it a cultural/traditional  thing like with the Japanese? Any way I look at it, it all seems to come down to keeping your carpet/floors clean.

While I am guilty of kicking my shoes off as soon as I walk into my house and walking around barefoot I would never expect guests to do the same.  It's probably safer for you to wear your shoes in our house since getting a goathead stuck in your foot isn't a pleasant surprise.  And that isn't me tracking them in it's usually Daisy.  My mom was a big stickler for wearing shoes, she hated seeing any of us walk around barefoot. She was positive that our hot bodies mixing with a cold floor would cause cold sores and/or make us sick.  My other main motivation for wearing shoes in the house is never knowing what critter is lurking around the corner.  Growing up in Marana in the mobile home we always had a nice variety of critters.  Scorpions, centipedes, tarantulas, snakes, ants, and spiders would somehow find their way into the house.  Even in my Mom's new house they still get scorpions and spiders come through the backdoor somewhere. So when waking up at midnight to grab some water you better believe I'm wearing some sturdy flip flops or good shoes to walk to the kitchen. I'd rather hear a crunch than feel the sting!

My other thing is what happens if you refuse to take your shoes off?  Would you tell your guest to leave? What if they didn't want to take off their shoes because they have horrible holes in their socks or their shoes make their feet smell like popcorn or moldy cheese? What if they have athlete's foot? EWWWW!  What if they have diabetes and need their special shoes? What if you aren't wearing socks and your feet are all disgusting and sweaty and you have the most horrible toe nails in the world?

The last place I went to that had the implied no shoes rule was at a professor's house.  No carpet in the kitchen dining area that opened up to the patio where the little shin dig was to happen.  There was an area to the immediate right of the sliding door where a pile of shoes/flip flops were placed.  I think I walked in 5 feet into the room, grabbed a plate of food and walked back outside.  No way in hell I was taking my shoes off to walk in 5 feet.  The shoes I wore make my feet sweat and I wasn't wearing socks and the area they lived in I was immediately on alert for those little critters that I imagine lust for sweaty feet. The professor's husband would take his shoes and socks off and on when going into and leaving the house.  I was amazed each time I watched this guy do this.

On Monday while at my mom's house the kids were all running in and out, the little one you have to run after her to make sure she is wearing her shoes when she goes outside.  You could see the path the kids were leaving from the front door to the computer room and I know my mom gets pissed about that but have you seen how dirty little kids feet get?  It's disgusting.  I remember having to ask my niece to change into her pajamas or something and she took off her shoes and socks and I was horrified! The smell, the dirtiness, the dampness! These are the things horror movies are made of!  So while my mom just sweeps and mops the tracks away I'm pretty sure she'd rather have the kids wear their shoes then have slimy kid feet run around  her house besides she sweeps on a daily basis and mops on a weekly basis so the extra tracks aren't exactly going to ruin her life.

The other thing that bugs me is ok it's one thing if you have the rule for friends and family that are familiar with your home.  It's a comfort thing too but what about parties....if I'm invited over for a party and then you make me take my shoes off...you just ruined half my outfit! I wore those cute shoes for a reason and to just have them look cute in the entryway, not cool!

And does this apply to people working on your house?  Would you tell the plumber to take his work shoes off?  Where does this insanity stop?

Perhaps the next time I'm asked to take my shoes off, I'll run around in mud in my barefeet or socks and then take my shoes off.

Let me finish!

I have coworker that talks a mile a minute.  I swear I don't know when she breathes when talking sometimes.  Today the big cheese was talking to her about something, kind of sounded important and she interrupted him to start one of her long explanations.  He then said "Let me finish".  He says this to her quite often and she hates it. So I could just imagine her getting really red with frustration.

It's fun when two people that like to hear themselves talk have to talk to each other.

genius!

Just saw this on Reddit and it made me laugh.

Updates (well the boring ones)

I already blogged about our big update.

So what else is new over here?

-Work-work is work.  I like being a buyer again but it would be nice to know all the rules.  It's different from anywhere I've worked before but it's totally different when you work for a school district that is constantly in the news for interesting stuff.  I have managed to get one of my coworkers to push me around in an office chair so i can reenact the cat on the roomba scene.  It's quite fun.  The coworkers I try to swipe aren't so amused.

The negative side of work is that IT has blocked everything that is fun and good in this world.  I can't get onto reddit, pinterest, or facebook.  I can't stream music and I can't even play any games like solitaire.  That sucks.   Also since I moved to a cubicle I sit directly behind the housecoat lady.  I don't know if I mentioned her before but she is 75 years of I don't give a shit!  She's an office clerk and mainly processes requisitions into purchase orders but the rest of her time in the office is spend reading articles on the internet.  She has a bit of an aroma and when she is in the office the back corner to enter my cubicle seems to  be the collector of said aroma.  I have had to invest in glade air fresheners to keep me from barfing.

-Family-We'll be nearing the year and a half anniversary of my Dad's passing.  We went to a memorial mass on Palm Sunday for him and have gone to a few of the ceremonies that the cemetery has put on for the families.  There still isn't a day I don't think of him but I think we are all doing ok here.

-Social life- Does Netflix count?

Cat on Roomba

Baby on Board!

So those that still read this already know but yeah so this is happening.

I never had any set plans that I needed to be a mom and I was beginning to think that maybe we would just be the couple down the street that had the dogs the crazy lady dressed up for Halloween every year. 

But plans change. 

While this is all very exciting it's also kind of weird and exhausting.  I'm not exactly shouting this news from the rooftops and sometimes I think there might be something wrong with me but while I want people to know I don't at the same time.  Does that make any sense? 

At work there happens to be another girl that is pregnant too.  She is about 6 weeks behind me and she's been wanting to get pregnant for the past 5 years.  I think we are the opposite of the spectrum when it comes to pregnancy.  She keeps asking if the baby's room is started yet.  I look at her with a blank expression like "seriously?"  I also get the do's and can't do's from her and it's irritating.

While I'd love to be the type of person that is all gung ho about this stuff like decking the baby's room out, having a gender reveal party, doing those 3D ultrasound things, and letting everyone know my weekly progress...well I'm not that type of person at all!

Don't get me wrong...I pin the hell out of all these ideas on Pinterest but ask how many things I've actually done off of Pinterest!

I'll probably give in and do the facebook reveal within the next couple of weeks and hopefully I won't turn into the annoying pregnant girl that posts how tired she is all the time and remind you all how far along I am.  I'll leave all that annoying whining to Zac!

So while the time gets closer to welcome our little bundle of joy and poop into the world we'll be waiting patiently coming up with weird baby names and figuring out how to raise our kid to think it's growing up in the 80's (Zac's idea).