Blueberry Explained

It occurs to me that some of you are confused by the Blueberry references.

When we first realized that I was "in the family way" Ryan asked me a question about the baby. I don't even remember exactly what it was, but my response was essentially that the baby was approximately the size of a blueberry at the time (she's about the size of fig now).

Thus, Blueberry.

It's already sticking.

Kitty on a Leash

The lady across the way from us has a gray and white kitty. We know this because kitty goes out on a long red leash.


The pictures are a little fuzzy because I was trying to take them inconspicuously through a window, but you get the idea.


The girls love to sit and watch kitty. Ryan keeps offering to take them outside, but I don't think that's a good idea.

I put Gigi on a leash once. Have you ever seen a fish flopping around on the end of a line? It was a little like that.

I Know You're Out There

Really. I see you.

Well, most of you. Some of you are out there and we didn't even know it. Apparently, our readership is even wider than we suspected.

Know why?

It's because you never leave COMMENTS!

Jeez! You make the crazy pregnant lady do ALL the work. I see how it is.

Something's Growing On

Besides that!

For a long time, I've been unable to grow plants. Not just unable...I've killed cacti. Sue has plants I don't even sit that close to. I thought that my body emitted some kind of toxin that destroys plants on the molecular level.

I was wrong.


I've actually managed to grow some things. The following pictures are actually a week or two old, so most of the plants are even bigger. I even used some of the basil in the bruschetta I made for dinner tonight.

This is the cat nip. Not really hard to grow, but it's going crazy! Makes kitties happy.



Happy kitties help out with the planting.


I think this is the oregano. It smells like (wait for it!) oregano. That's pretty cool.


Ad here's George, the mint plant that started it all. He's getting too big for his coffee cup.


I have some lavender that's doing really well. The basil is all over the place. There's rosemary that's finally doing something. The parsley is getting somewhere finally. I'm pretty impressed. I actually need a couple more cool cups to put a few more odds and ends into.

And Sue's cactus-y thing is still alive!

Baby Sitter

Making her (we don't actually know that...won't for a while, either...I just like to mess with Ryan) blog debut...the fetus currently referred to as "Blueberry."

It's a sick, cruel joke to make pregnant women drink 32 ounces of water. But, that's how they get these nifty little pictures, so I guess it was worth it.


She's in a good position in the uterus and her heart is beating as fast as it should. Squirmy little twerp. I think the sonographer was having a tough time getting her.


So far so good. She's due in mid-November. We've started negotiating names. I have another appointment today to go over all the tests they did on the gallon of blood that the drew. We have a level 2 ultrasound and fetal echocardiograph scheduled for June. There's a couple more, but they're not as cool.

I'm good, too. I haven't actually gotten sick yet...that's a bonus. The smell of cooking chicken makes me want to barf, though...which is a problem because that's what we usually eat 3 nights a week, at least. I'm exhausted even when I don't do anything and all I want to do is eat fruit or steak (or cheese mustard crackers, but that's not just a prego thing, I swear!). I cry at dog food commercials and Ryan thinks I'm crazy (he thought that anyways, but...).

Babies suck out your brains. I get stupider every day. You should see the number of words I've misspelled. It's incredible. I wore two different color shoes to school the other day.

This oughtta be good.

Everyday Food

Poor Ryan...he has to put up with all of my quirks (although, I do remember a certain brother of his telling me that he was glad Ryan found someone who could appreciate his quirks...).

I think I know why he does it, though.

They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I think they're right. He was mine with that first batch of cookies!

Here he is with the first of our traditional Sunday omelets in the new apartment. It's not beautiful...there is always a learning curve to a new stove. But it tasted good!


A little re-creation of the first dinner I ever made for him in honor of the anniversary of our first date. Steak au poivre, garlic parmesan mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, stuffed mushrooms, and (not in the shot) bananas Foster. Another bottle of red from the Chateauneuf-du-Pape region of the Rhone valley (my two favorite reds so far, but I'm not sure if that's a function of the region or the cost of each bottle).


Nothing like a pan sauce made with brandy and heavy cream. Nutritious and delicious!



How many guys get homemade tomato soup and colby jack paninis? Most guys are lucky to get a can of Campbell's and a plain old grilled cheese!

Possibly one of the most beautiful salads in history. I think it's the feta.


Not really very pretty, but it tasted pretty good. Healthy New England Clam Chowder from Cooking Light. A little thin, but great flavor.


Simple tomato and cheese pizzas made on whole wheat tortillas. Mushrooms on mine. Kalamata olives on his!


Yes, folks! He eats like this pretty much everyday. Poor guy has it rough, eh?

No, Really...Ryan HATES Cats

As I've said before...one of the first conversations I ever had with Ryan included a part about how much he hated cats. He was a dog person. He still maintains that he likes dogs better. That dogs like him. That he hates cats.

Yeah, I can feel the hate. He'll probably make up some story about how he's really trying to strangle her or something. We know better.


I don't think there's any way of explaining his way out of this one. He is definitely cuddling with Lola on the couch. I don't know many cat-haters that let 20 pound cats sit on their laps.


One of these days I'll get another picture of him with our elusive Gigi. She's his favorite, but don't tell anybody.

Come Together

This place is starting to come together.

We have more furniture. We need desks and 30 or 40 more bookshelves, but we can sleep and eat and sit in front of the fire without much trouble. That's something.

There's an awful lot of "wall" in this place. That means we need an awful lot of art. There's some random things hung about (who would've figured that?). Here's some of it now in the entryway bathroom. Ignore the crooked towel, please.


We got a great deal on some pretty comfy furniture from a friend of mine at school. This love seat and couch fit in pretty well and they're great for napping. No kitties on the couch!


My quilt (which you might recognize from the header of the crafty page) is no longer under my butt, it's hung over the loft area where it dangles majestically into the living room. It really needs pressed, but other than that it looks pretty good.


We've set a few fires. On-purpose, contained fires. Very nice on some of the nights we've had here recently. Very snuggly. The kitties like fires almost as much as naps in the sun.


The cathedral light is still pretty cool. It does look great when you have it on at night. It has a very warm orange-y glow. Fairly high romantic value.


Spiral staircases are a pain the butt to carry things up and down. And they pose some challenges in terms of kitty restraint, but they are fun for said kitties. They make nice perches. They also make nice places to roar and assert your dominance.

As mentioned previously, we do have a place to eat. I even bought placemats today that match the cushions on the chairs (ish). Ryan's kinda messy! Just kidding. It's great to open the blinds and have a nice meal at our cozy little table. In the works is a great big daddy of a table for entertaining all you fine people. We'll be scouring garage and estate sales soon for funky one-of-a-kind antique chairs to make that as quirky as the rest.



By far the most important part of the dining room...the "bar." You'll see the wonderful wine cooler (with one lonely bottle of Oregonian Riesling) and on top the Christmas wine rack from my mom holding Luke's gift from his visit the other day. You can also see our reusable Wegman's bag being put to great use holding all of the rest of the liquor. I don't think that's helping the environment.


On your right, the deceptively large kitchen that is now holding all of my cooking implements. No small feat, that.


To hold all of that and to have the kind of counter space I have. That's really impressive. Look. I have room for the panini press and room to work. It's a miracle.


Of course, anyone who knows Ryan knows what he set up first. Here's our "gym" complete with bikes, treadmill, weight bench, and, somewhere out of shot, a big exercise ball. All we need now is an elliptical...I love those things.

Not so glamorous yet...the downstairs bedroom. It took a marvel of engineering and a Sunday of hammering to get the bottom part of the bed downstairs. It is currently being occupied by kitties...much like the bathroom. This room needs a lot of work yet. It has mostly been used to sort laundry and feed cats. I hope nobody comes to stay for a little while.


Even less glamorous...the washer and dryer. They're very nice, though. And we didn't have to haul them downstairs. Bonus!


You'll never be confused about how to leave. Thanks to the lovely British people, it's easy to find the "way out."


It's getting there. It has a few quirks (who doesn't?) and there's some things that I would change in a minute if it weren't a rental, but overall, it has a lot of character and it fits us pretty well. We have some big (and small) plans for different aspects of the apartment. One of these days we'll have everybody over...there's plenty of room.

Mint Condition

The giant south-facing window in the kitchen, complete with two ledges, coupled with my success in not killing Sue's cactus-like thing (should I be doing anything to it? Because I haven't...that's probably why it's doing so well) and keeping a mint plant alive for well over a week now, has inspired me to try to grow more plants.


While I was out the other day, I found this nifty little greenhouse thing that goes on the window sill. It comes with little pellets of dirt (and probably some kind of stuff that helps plants grow big and strong). You just add water and seeds and put it somewhere kinda warm and vaguely sunny. Then you wait.


I'm not good at that part. I probably should have just looked for plants that were already big and strong. I'd probably have better luck. I planted a bunch of each kind of seed I got (that nifty thing holds 24 "plants") in the hopes that something will grow. There's lavender (the short, light purplish kind...I've wanted some of that since this summer in Jolly Old England), basil, cilantro, parsley, oregano, catnip (ha!), and something else that I can't for the life of me remember. It's okay...I wrote it down...somewhere.

We'll see how this goes. My mint plant is actually growing pretty well. He needs a pretty pot, though. He's in a little dorky plastic thing right now. I've been talking to him. I think you're supposed to do that. Maybe I'm just crazy!

St. Patrick's Day 10k

Another fabulous sunny day in Erie, Pennsylvania as we prepared for the St. Patrick's Day 10k.


By we, I mean Ryan prepared for the race and I carried all of the clothes he took off as he did so.

"That was fun." Yeah, like a root canal is fun. He did pretty well considering I keep feeding him bad things and distracting him from the treadmill.

Next up...The Virgina Duathlon. Woo-hoo.