Ok so things with Snoop Dogg have continued, with the cops being out here twice this week. Right. So we've put in another complaint letter to management and we're considering our options. We went to look at two apartment communities in the area on Friday night. Option 1= $250 less in rent, closer to a downtown little community and our kickass farmer's market. The reality though, the apartments were incredibly run down and ghetto. Um, no. Option 2 = slightly further away from lovely little community and farmer's market. Rent = $100 more than we're paying. Um, no. I don't care what they look like, we're not going to the hassle and expense of moving to pay MORE in rent. Nope, nope, nope.
You may be wondering why we opt for the apartment community route. Yes, other places have more charm. But look, I'm pregnant and don't want to wonder if the house has bugs or mold or asbestos, etc. and if the landlord is crazy. Plus, an apartment community most often comes with a pool and fitness center (huge for me).
So the bottom line is we think we got it pretty good here, aside from Snoop Dogg. We'll see if management takes action -- let's hope they do.
I'm posting this here in addition to my other blog. LookI am not a cat person. I generally never really understood the appeal, even when friends have gotten kittens and aren't they the cutest thing ever, blah blah blah. It doesn't help that I'm allergic to them. I'm not necessarily HORRIBLY allergic, as I am to dust mites, but it does rank #2 on my allergies, according to recent blood tests taken. But then I met He-Man. I think I've written about him before, but friends, let me tell you why He-Man is the latest love of my life:
He meows louder than any cat I've ever heard. It's like he's saying DID YOU HEAR ME? WHY AREN'T YOU RESPONDING?
He can make his meow sound exactly like a crying baby. It's freaky. And endearing. He's magical.
He has snuck his way into our apartment no less than three times. And when confronting, simply blinks his eyes and stares, as if to say, WHAT?
He follows me and Mrs. B when I take her for a walk. Not kidding. He once followed us for like 25 minutes. It's adorable. I tell Mrs. to come along, then I tell He-Man to come along.
Despite Mrs. B chasing him up trees several times, he's gotten ballsy and swiped at Mrs. when she walks by. Now she's not afraid, and Mrs. B doesn't chase her anymore (and is actually now scared of him)
So tonight, it's like 50 degrees here and He-Man lives upstairs. He doesn't get along with the other cat the owners have, so he's outside a lot. The door was nudged open today, as I was talking to the neighbors about the cops being here again for ---you guessed it -- another incident with Snoop Dogg, and He-Man crept down the stairs and looked at me like, um, do you think I could come in for a bit? Pete wasn't home, and he's normally super strict about this (for my allergies). But I can't resist He-Man. I'm powerless. So I let him in. I gave him a small dish of milk, and he seemed to enjoy it. Then he went off to find a warm corner (so I thought). I let him sit here for a while, then started to feel a bit wheezy, so I decided it was time for He-Man to leave. Then I go into the bedroom and see this:
Bold move, He-Man. Bold move. He's not snuggling in a corner. He's not helping himself to the sofabed in the office. He's ON THE BED WHERE WE SLEEP. Oh He-Man. But look at him. God he's cute.So I decided to get real brazen myself and proceeded to make out with him:
Please excuse the fact that parts of this video include 1. my baby talk to He-Man. 2. Copious shots of my wedding ring. This in fact is not a ring commercial. Sorry, I held the camera with my right hand. And yes, I referred to his mouth as mouf. That's how I roll.After I shot this, you'll be happy to know Mom, that I removed He-Man from the apartment, scrubbed my hands up to my elbows, stripped the bed, and took off my cat-infested clothes and hopped in the shower, where I scrubbed from head to toe. Then I took my allergy medicine. It was really worth it though. He-Man, I really love you.
Um, that is NOT our ultrasound video. Methinks someone is playing an early April Fool's joke on the three readers that we have. :)
Greetings everyone. I'm feeling really good, I think I've turned the corner now that I'm into the second trimester. Food is tasting normal again, which is great. I'm craving normal things again, like salads (vs. all waffles and bread and pizza). I'm 14.5 weeks along and the belly gets bigger and bigger. Pete and I laughed about it yesterday. I'm excited to find out the gender of The Wee, and we have a general game plan for how we're going to get everything done over the next five months. It sounds like it's a long time; it's not!
In other news, Pete got the very-close-to final blessing from his design professor on Friday to send out his portfolio and to start applying for jobs in the car industry. The timing (for me) is scary, given all that's coming up, but I'm hoping he gets a great job and I'm excited for him to start his career.
Here are the latest ultrasound pictures. Notice how the hand is held up in some of these pictures as if to shade the ultrasound...
