Monday, November 26, 2007

It's a boy!

Had my ultrasound this morning (early early, and I didn't manage to drink quite enough liquid beforehand, but whatever). The baby in my belly appears to be a quite active little thumb-sucking boy. He looks pretty cute so far from what we saw of him. Also, my due date based on the measurements she took is April 22nd rather than the 28th. Which is fine by me. :)

Thanksgiving ended up going really well. I was asked to bring rolls, so I made my grandma's Mother's Rolls recipe, which turned out quite well (could've used a little more butter, but I love really buttery rolls). Then we got there, and I ended up getting to make stuffing (with pre-seasoned stuffing bread crumbs, sauteed onion and celery, apples, parsley, and some nuts), and getting to season and mash the potatoes as well. There was, overall, lots of yummy food. We may steal the Christmas turkey and brine it though. :) The big meal was mid-afternoon, after which we played some pool, and then Mike's extended family came over for their traditional "pie night". My hips were hurting a lot, so I mostly just sat on the couch, but it was fun seeing everybody. However, somebody that showed up had a contagious virus. So, two days later, everybody was sick. I got sick Saturday night (very suddenly, in the midst of having a bunch of friends over, so they had to go home early), and Mike got sick on Sunday, so we both stayed home from church and he's staying home from work today so I can take care of him. Icky little bubbly stomach virus.

Anyway, maybe I will post another cute ultrasound picture up in here later so you can all see my cute baby sucking his thumb. He'll probably be big enough for me to feel him moving for sure in the next week or two. Now I can finally start thinking about names and decorating schemes and things! Yay! So much fun. :)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007


First off, happy birthday to my fabulous younger brother!

I've felt very productive today. I did some dishes, and trimmed the fat off a bunch of chicken and stuck it in different marinades in the freezer (except for the bag that was for dinner). I made a loaf of bread, and I made the tastiest Chicken Divan I think I have ever had (with pre-marinated chicken and a fair bit extra mustard powder and curry powder). The bread I made was triple-apple bread, which unfortunately turned out tasting much saltier and much less appley than I had hoped for, so I decided to make some apple butter to put on it, which turned out great. Yesterday I finished reading (finally) the 11th Wheel of Time book, and reading it reminded me how much I like reading, so while I was making the apple butter today, I read The Mouse and the Motorcycle, which was a very fun quick read. I haven't read it since I was in elementary school. I need to finish doing the dishes, but other than that, I think I've done a fair amount today.

Tomorrow I am going to make rolls to take to Thanksgiving. I'm excited to try making my mom's roll recipe. I haven't ever tried it before, but it's always delicious when she makes it, so I am hopeful that they will turn out well.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

No turkey brining this year

Alas and alack, the providers of the turkey for our Thanksgiving this year bought a Jennie-O pre-basted turkey. Which means I get to do absolutely nothing to it because it would taste funny. Which is a shame, as I've been researching turkey brines and rubs and baking techniques for a solid week. I guess maybe I'll get to use all my newly-acquired turkey knowledge next year. Maybe I can at least make some stuffing (I love homemade stuffing, half in the bird, half out, mix together when they're both done, delicious). The in-laws apparently usually just do StoveTop stuffing. Which is tasty, but I would really like to make my mom's homemade stuffing recipe. So, maybe they'll let me. We'll see.

Friday, November 16, 2007


Have any of you ever brined a Turkey before? I want to try it this year and have been trying to find a good brining recipe. It sounds like it could be a really tasty way to prepare a turkey, but then I read a couple reports that it makes it taste like ham, and I'd like my turkey to taste like turkey, thanks. I'll probably do it anyway, just to satisfy my curiosity. I always want to put an extra u in curiosity, like there is in curious. Anyways, if any of you have prior turkey-brining experience and/or advice, please let me know!

Not as Dramatic, but with More Explosions!

It turns out I didn't rip my toenail off, I just split my toe open (through the middle of my toenail, thus why I thought it was ripped off before). I stubbed it (and re-split it) a day or two after the original incident, but since then it seems to have been healing up alright.

My ultrasound appointment is on the 26th, which is getting pretty close. I am very hopeful that the baby will cooperate and let us know whether it is female or male. I am also a bit apprehensive, because I have to drink 20 oz. of water in the half an hour before I'm supposed to be there (and my actual appointment isn't for another half an hour after that). This wouldn't be too bad, except I also have to hold all that water in, and the baby has decided to take up residence on my bladder this week. I have also finally gained a couple pounds (or the baby and surrounding tissue have gained a couple pounds, I don't know), so that's good. Hopefully I'll be able to feel it moving around soon. As long as it doesn't decide to kick my bladder, that is. :)

The morning sickness is finally all gone, which is great. I have been very busy and productive cleaning up our house lately. Which has worn me out. So now I feel like taking a couple days off again. I think I need to find a nice medium. On the plus side, our bedding is all clean, and our bedroom floor is free of laundry, and the carpet contains about half a pound less dust than it did before. Seriously, I am amazed that so much dust could be contained in a single room of carpet. Gross. No wonder my allergies are always going. This is why I want a Dyson for Christmas. The nice lightweight model with the telescoping wand thing. So I can haul it upstairs and downstairs and clean more than a single room in one go and stop feeling so sneezy all the time (also, the joys of non-dusty room edges and corners and stairs and under-the-bed and right next to furniture and all the places that my stick vacuum can't reach with its complete lack of any attachments...these things have been calling to me). A non-Dyson would probably work as well, but everybody I know that has a Dyson loves it and hasn't had problems with it and they haven't needed any repairs at all, and they have convinced me that a Dyson is the way to go.

I have also been getting back to cooking more lately, and this is where the explosions come in. Well, only one explosion really. I was making a beef and rice casserole the other day. The recipe sounded really delicious, and I was very excited to try it. However, the instructions said to cook everything in an oven-proof skillet. I do not have an ovenproof skillet. The one skillet that I do have is not big enough to mix an entire casserole into to bring it all to a boiling before baking it anyway. So, I cooked the stuff that needed to be cooked in my small skillet, transferred it to the casserole dish, added all the other ingredients, and thought, hey, maybe I can just bring it to a boiling on the stove top in the casserole dish before putting it in the oven! A brilliantly stupid idea, I assure you. I got it to a boil without incident, and transferred it to the counter to get the aluminum foil out to cover it with before sticking it in the oven. In the few seconds between putting it down and when I was just about to start bending over to get the foil out, the glass dish exploded, taking my beautiful casserole with it. The expensive Pyrex part-of-a-set glass dish. The one with the incredibly useful lid that fit on for perfectly storing leftovers. With the casserole I have still never tasted. Woe is me.

There were a lot of positives about the explosion over all though. First off, I have another glass 9x13" pan, so I can still make casseroles (and indeed, made a lovely tetrazzini last night) as well as delicious other foodstuffs that just look prettier in a glass casserole dish as opposed to a metal cake pan. Secondly, the casserole dish exploded outward rather than upward, so I did not get any glass shards in my face. Thirdly, it exploded into very large chunks for the most part, so the pieces that hit my belly just bounced onto the floor rather than embedding themselves into my flesh. Fourthly, my darling husband cleaned up the entire mess for me after guiding me across the floor pointing out glass shards I shouldn't step on in my bare feet and sitting me down and hugging me for a good adrenaline-filled cry. And he didn't get hurt either while cleaning up, other than a tiny glass-prick in his finger which was so minor as to not be much to worry about at all, allowing me to proclaim the entire incident injury free (other than the broken dish and ruined food). Fifthly, because my dinner exploded, my husbands' parents were very nice and took us out to eat at Serrano's Mexican Grill, which was tasty. Sixthly, I now have my requisite exploding food story as part of my married-life story aresenal, and therefore can rest assured that I will not have to deal with any more explosions involving culinary stuff for the rest of my life (at least, none caused by me).

Overall, it was very scary, but somewhat hilarious at the same time, and I learned an important lesson. Glass does not go on the stove, not even my beloved Pyrex (I read other stories of exploding 9x13 Pyrex dishes online! I'm not alone in my explosion story! Yippee!) I still haven't acquired the *setting something on fire in the kitchen* married-life story, so I have that to look forward to still.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007


Today I had the unusual pleasure of stubbing my pinky toe on a smooth plastic trash can and having it rip my toenail off. This was, of course, shortly after Mike went to work for the morning. I winced and moaned and yelped and got out the first-aid kit and went to work bandaging it up. While bandaging, of course, I noticed the large amounts of blood, which started me up on the sobbing, which I managed to continue doing for at least the next half an hour. After that it didn't hurt so bad anymore, and I watched some Hana Yori Dango to cheer myself up. Which lasted until Mike got home from work, at which point I told him about my toe and started sobbing again (though only for a couple minutes). It was kind of funny, really, my toe didn't hurt hardly at all anymore, and yet there I was crying just like I had been earlier from the pain, simply because suddenly there was somebody to give me sympathy and comfort and a get-better kiss.

The same thing happens whenever I've gotten hurt or sick during the day if I was by myself when it happened. Mike comes home, and I tell him about it, and start crying. Then he makes me feel better and I get over the massively dramatic trauma, whatever it may have been. :)

I'm glad my husband is so nice and puts up with my silliness. He's a cutie-pie.

Monday, November 05, 2007

W-w-w-wipe out!

This cold I have that I have caught from my darling husband has wiped me out today. I took a three hour nap this morning, only an hour and a half after waking up. I managed to do a load of laundry and fix Mike some food, but that has been about it for the day. He is working tonight, so I am trying to figure out something to do so my hormones don't get the better of me and leave me horribly sad and lonely all night.

We have been having computer problems here lately. I am suffering from the Curse of the Broken Left Speaker (second set in a row that the left speaker has died on me in as many weeks). Mike's PSU went out and apparently took his video card with it.

The dishes are never-ending. Someday I will get caught up on them. When I can climb up the stairs without wanting to curl up and die afterwards maybe. Okay, so it's not that bad, but seriously, it's pretty pitiful to watch me try and negotiate our stairs. I have apparently lost all my leg strength, in addition to which I am tired and my balance is out-of-whack.

We have been eating lots of healthy food lately. But on Saturday night, we went to the Elder's Quorum yearly Steak party night thing. Lots of young families congregating upon a park, steaks provided, bring something else to contribute to the otherwise potluck meal. I have decided that our bodies got used to hardly ever having beef anymore, and am blaming our subsequent indigestion upon the large steaks we consumed. They were tasty though, even if they did do a number on our insides (and, honestly, it could have been something else entirely that caused the indigestion, I am simply choosing to blame it on the beef). The one unhealthy thing I have been wanting lots of regularly lately (besides pie) is juice. Oh, lovely fruity sweet liquid. I probably should just drink more water and milk, and juice probably only sounds so delicious to me simply because we almost never have any, but oh, I have been wanting it.

I got stuff to make pies a few days ago. Maybe I will make a pie tonight. Then I will have fruity sweet goodness to eat. Juice sounds better than pie right now though, probably because I just ate dinner but am still thirsty.