So long, farewell … for now
Darling Husband and I are officially on vacation!!!
This is huge news for two workaholics/homebodies. It’s the week of our first wedding anniversary, so we are jetting off for a week of international relaxation fun.
Note that I have crossed out “relaxation” because our vacays are never technically “relaxing.” They are full of activities and sightseeing and always involve crazy vehicles (his first love) and tracking down neat-o American restaurants that we don’t have in Canada (Hello, Carls Jr).
Yes, it’s true, my American bloggie friends — no Carls Jr. in Canada. We are a very boring country, fast-food-wise, with just plain old McDonalds and Wendy’s, and narry a Sonic to be had.
Anyway, we jet off for the wilderness very early tomorrow morning, armed with outdoorsy gear (and way too many tiny bottles of conditioner).
If you are new to Laptops to Lullabies, thanks for coming by — and I swear, I am usually around, posting new content.
In the meantime, feel free to check out what’s been happening so far in 2009 (January, February, March, April, May, June). I shall return in a week, full of so many new bloggy-blog topics that you won’t know what to do with me.
Stumbled across this blog, and you’re not sure what it’s all about? Well, if you are a childless career woman obsessed with onesies, keep reading — I swear, we’ll be great friends.
The boy in the green room
Last night I dreamed we had a boy, and we painted his room a really nice shade of kelly green. We had all white furniture, and we spelled out his name on the wall in white wooden letters — but I couldn’t see the name.
Then I woke up, and I started thinking. What would we name a boy?
We know that I have absolutely, positively no shortage of girls names I like. But I do not have any clear favourites from our current short-list of boys names …
- Nicholas
- Andrew
- Benjamin
- Peter
So I headed over to BabyNamesWorld to come up with some new options. You can search popular names by year, which is really fun. So of course, I went straight to the top names for the year 1800.
Here are a few I like:
- William/Will
- Jesse
- Oliver
- Jack/Jackson
- Matthew
- Emmett
- Harley
- Timothy
- Max
- Luke
- Henry
What do you guys think? Any keepers for the short-list?
You’ll be happy to know that I skipped over the entries for Garfield, Adolf, and Doctor (yup, it’s a first name).
P.S. Do you think naming a baby “Harley” means I would have to give in to Darling Husband’s begging for a motorcycle? Probably.
My Husband Rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
This week has been crazy! We’ve both been busy getting ready for our vacation next week, because it seems there are a million things to do.
But you really pitched in — from picking up plane tickets and renting the car, to locating the exact outdoorsiness gear we needed.
Thanks for not rarely losing your patience with me, as I obsessed over schedules, lists, itineraries, and to-do’s.
For two people who work very different schedules and struggle to find time for each other, spending six straight days together — while traveling across the continent to the U.S. — is going pretty thriling.
I apologize in advance if I get cranky. It would help if you kept the rental car stocked with Diet Coke and whatever snack food offered by America The Beautiful.
Love, your wife
xoxo
This letter is part of “My Husband Rocks Fridays”
Toilet talk
I don’t feel well today.
I have had a slight cold all week, but today it has taken a turn for the … nauseous. I am bundled up in a cardigan, even though the office is warmish today. I have been existing on crackers and Ginger Ale this morning, and just feel so icky.
If I was not so certain that I am not pregnant, I would definitely be suspicious. But I’m not, so I’m just annoyed.
God-willing, I will not throw up today. I think my cold is just making me feel blah. But this has made me nervous about what will happen when I am having morning sickness at work.
I really wish we had nicer bathrooms at the office. The tiles are so grody-looking, and the toilets themselves are old and nasty. I know that just kneeling down over one would make me puke, any day.
I worry about another colleague seeing me heave in the bathroom. There are only two stalls, and while we share the bathroom with some other offices on the floor, we pretty much always run into each other in there — or recognize each other’s shoes.
It would be horrible if one of them walked in and knew it was me upchucking. Would I have to lie and pretend I had the flu? And then go home sick? If they catch me more than once, that won’t fly. Hmmm …
Morning sickness plan of attack for the office:
- Keep crackers in desk drawers at all times
- Keep cans of Ginger Ale in office fridge
- Position garbage can closer to desk, just in case
- Keep air sickness bag in purse all all times
- Buy lemon hard candies to keep in desk drawer
- ………..?
- ………..?
- … There must be something else!
Aha! Brainstorm!
- Investigate public bathrooms on other floors, where no one will recognize me!
Don’t let it happen to you …
My mom says everyone does it when they’re pregnant. They just can’t help it. They need to do it.
But you’d stop me, right? Right???
The pregnancy haircut is an evil thing. It terrifies me, because I do not want to be one of those crazy pregnant women who cut all their hair off.
Is it really the hormones that make them crazy? Or do they do it because they are too hot? Too tired to style it? Too annoyed? Looking for a change? I don’t care what the reason is — I don’t want it to happen to me!
I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow afternoon. It is getting very long, and I think getting pregnant with such long hair would make me look Duggar-esque. I would need to start wearing pinafores or something.
Since I keep my hair long, I am terrible about going in regularly for trims. So most likely, I will be knocked-up for my next appointment. And that means … gulp … I could wind up with a pregnancy haircut!
Avoid the stylist for nine months and rock Duggar-style hair, or risk going to the stylist and blurting out, “I just want it nice and short!”
Hmmm … which is the less of two evils?
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