3.30.2009

Junk in my Trunk

OMG, look at what I found this weekend at a yardsale for 20 bucks!!!! Click pictures to bigify:

I had been wanting an old trunk to use as a coffee table- our former coffee table, while awesome, is really for a bigger space and plus lacks the ability to store air mattress/guest bedding like my fab trunk can- it will live in storage until a bigger place is found. Special shout out to Gavin and Tony for carrying it the 4 blocks to my house like a pair of lost pirates. Here is trunk of awesomeness in the living room:

20 freakin bucks, people. Gawd, i love a bargain. Of course, I managed to poke a hole in the air mattress only the day before by trying to shove it under my bed, thinking I would never find a trunk for under 200 bucks and so would not be getting one in the near future and therefore needed a space to store said air mattress. Irony, you are truly a nasty ho. But wait, is that really ironic? Or is it merely unfortunate, like all the crap in that Alanis Morisette song? Yeah, just unfortunate. Ironic would be if the trunk itself poked the hole....I think. My head hurts.

3.19.2009

Space, the Final Frontier

Spring has Sprung, or is, at least, in the process of Springing. And I, like the wee birdies, am in the process of "nesting". Now, I have always been a nester- someone who likes to carve out a little haven of home in any place she lives, no matter how temporary or how weirdly and inappropriately configured that place may be (I am looking at you, Brooklyn apartment). But with Gwen's arrival becoming ever more impending, I have entered a frenzied state of nesting the likes of which the world, or more particularly Gavin, has never seen. Before you read further, I must point out that the following blog is probably not interesting at all, but it's whats going on w/ me right now, so there you go. You've been warned.

Our current apartment is cute, and modern. I picked it out with the thought that it would take us many months to get pregnant, so the fact that it is postage stamped sized would not matter. It's a guest house that has a ginormous private outdoor space, and I had visions of wine soaked springtime parties and Gavin and I eating dinner al fresco. Little did I know that we would get "in the fambly way" literally our first month of occupancy, and I would be trying to figure out how to fit an additional person who happens to come with a whole lot of "supplies" into a space the size of the waiting room at your doctors office.

S'ok, though. Our lease is up in September, and Ms. Gwen would be in the room with us the first few months anyways. So we will make it work. Step one, creative storage. I have under-the-bed boxes, those clear rolly closet drawer things, stuff under the couch- any damn where there is space, there be stuff. Step two, weeding thorough said stuff so as to have less of it. I am going through all our drawers and closets and condensing like I work at the Campbell Soup factory. Goodbye, clothes I keep but never wear. S'long, Hibachi grill that leaks propane so that when you cook something you smell farts the whole time. I have weeded out quite a bit, but the real push will be this weekend, when I address our li'l storage shed....shudder....

And in funner (for me, anyway) activities, Step Three, make the most of the space we have by making it nice. I am refinishing most of our bedroom furniture so that it is lighter and brighter and at least pretends to match one another. I got new bedding to make the room seem bigger and fresher (special shout out to my ultra-patient mother-in-law who spent like 5 hours going from store to store to find matching pillow shams this weekend). Also, last weekend I finished Gwendy's dresser that we got from the junk/antique store a few weeks back. It is super cute w/ little kitties carved into the top. Here's some pics of my efforts w/ it:
Before:


After: I did like a distressed/crackle thing to it- much easier than sanding it down to bare wood. It looks a bit like snake skin in this picture (yuck) but I promise it's cuter in person and not at all like a Def Leppard member's pants. I still may get some new hardware- maybe pink glass knobs...whee! Girly!

And a close up of the kittehs:

We also did some registry updating. Now that the initial "seal" has been broken, tweaking the existing registry is not as scary a process. Still, here is Gavin vs. Babies R Us. I think Babies R Us is winning:

We did manage to pick out a new stroller, though (the one he is holding on to like a life raft in this picture, as a matter o'fact) and this lovely crib, which is kinda sweet and ole fashioned and goes with the swoopy back of the kitteh dresser:


So there you have it. Not my most entertaining blog, but hey, what did you want for free? More tummy pics soon, I promise.
OH! Also, both Joy and Ash are coming to my baby shower in May!!!!! I cannot tell you how happy that makes me. Just saying. Ok, done now.

3.09.2009

Things That Make Me Swear Like Lucifer's Aunt

As I mentioned before, I am attempting to swear off the swearing. In an effort to identify my triggers, I will now list some of the situations that tempted me to use low-speech in the past week:

1. Neighbor who decides to have entire back yard of trees cut down at 8am on a Sunday.

2. Douchey guy at Whole Foods, West Hollywood, who makes the abysmal parking situation there exponentially worse by choosing to park his Mercedes in REVERSE as literally dozens of people are held up behind him.

3. In general, people who park in reverse.

4. Going along with the parking theme, the people on my block who like to park squarely in the middle of each chunk of parkable curb, so that no one else can fit.

5. The Mystery Dog in my neighborhood who barks at 2:30 am for a half hour as though he is programmed by the Swiss to do so.

6. Customers in front of me in line at Target who would like to do three separate transactions to pay for their Lemon Pledge, Hungry Man Dinners, and bag of candy, paying for each with small increments of cash and change.

7. The people at the department of Water and Power, who have started inexplicably charging us for "sewage services" when we have never paid for such services before.

8. People on my baby chat board who are naming their kids ridiculous things, like "Poppy-Harlow Niveah", "Dresdyn Grey" (dressed in gray, anyone??), "Ryersen", and "Pennar". I respect their right to name their children, as long as they respect my right to think they are lame.

9. The mournful looking lady who sits outside our supermarket and begs for money for her mysterious "cause", and who gives me a doubtful look when I say, truthfully, "I don't have cash" (I never carry cash, it's sort of my thing).

10. The fact that my dog woke up covered in hives and is apparently allergic to something. I am thinking that something is fleas, as I saw one (just one!) on her...but you never can tell with Emmy. It's liable to be a space virus or Chinese Death Flu something.

3.03.2009

Week 27

First, Some photos, mostly for my fam who were asking for belly updates:


This one below has sort of become the "control" outfit- mostly cause I wear the swishy pants (made as wedding present from Brook lo these 4 years ago) so much that the "velvet" has worn off and the individual pants molecules are holding hands just to keep the whole thing together.




FINALLY, we are getting more impressive from the front!
I really need to vary my poses- I know. It's just that it becomes increasingly hard not to feel foolish taking these- and my face usually looks bored, or goofy, or both when I try to "smile for the camera". Whatever- we all know it's just belly you're interested in anyway!!
In baby development news- I now can feel kicks in two places at once, simultaneously, as she is big enough to touch both top and bottom of belly when she stretches out. Last night it looked like the creature from Alien was trying to burst forth from my belly- sounds horrible, but it cracked me and Gavin up for a good half hour (we don't get out much these days...).
OH! and Gavin and I are trying to swear off swearing. Mostly just the big bad ones. We are thinking that A: Usually cursing just means you are being lazy in your choice of words- we have way better ones to express ourselves, so we might as well use them and B: I don't cherish the idea of cursing so much around a baby- I know, I know, it's bound to happen, and for the first few months she wont really be picking up too much- but she'll be fresh and new and...I dunno, it couldn't hurt to lessen the sailor speak. SO the way it works is, when one of us slips up and uses an expletive, the other one has to call them out. That becomes a strike. You get 10 strikes and then your spouse gets a prize of their choice. So far, potential prizes have been a weeks worth of unlimited control of the remote, spouse has to do dog bathing for three months, or spouse does all the cooking and shopping duties for 2 weeks. Since SundayGavin has three strikes. I have none. HA! I think i have this one in the bag.

3.02.2009

Nicole Fitz: Bargain Huntress

One of the traits I wish to pass on to my wee daughter is the love of the hunt....the thrill of the bargain....the tingle of knowing you got something for less than other people paid. My mother bequeathed this magic to me, and I in turn shall pass it on...I have no idea why it makes me so happy to get a deal, but it does, dammit, and it's one of the healthiest ways to get a buzz I know of. I mean really, no one is hurt AND you save money?! Win/win. My big score this weekend was baby bedding. There was a set I kind of liked at Target.com that was about 150 bucks on sale, but I was holding off on getting it- I didn't know if I should wait for the shower/for the price to drop further, etc. Now I know I was really holding out because fate had a Supreme Bargain in store for me.


We were in Baby Gap this Sunday checking out some maternity tee shirts (when you start out with in inordinately long torso, and then stick a basket ball on the front of it, turns out your shirts are too damn short.) And there I saw it. A freakin adorable 4 piece bedding set in exactly the colors, textures, and materials I wanted, ON SALE for over 70% off! It was 250! And I paid 85! HOLLAR BACK! I know it is tacky to tell people what you paid for stuff, but I am my mother's daughter, and the joy of the steal outweighs the shame of it. It is white cotton pique with embroidered fleurs and butterflies and bumble bees all over its cute self. I am putting a pic up below, so you can roll around in my bargain with me.
Yay! Baby Gwen gets to sleep under Mommy and Daddy's wedding colors! And Mommy gets to sleep under the 165 bucks she saved- it makes a thin blanket, all those crisp one dollar bills, but a warm one nonetheless.