9:00 - 9:30: sort old baby clothes for Emory
9:30 - 10:00: sterilize master bath
10:00 - 10:30: sort and scrub guest bath
10:30 - 11:00: sweep laminate floors
11:00 - 11:30: break
11:30 - 12:00: power wash laminate floors
12:00 - 12:30: spot clean laminate floors
12:30 - 1:00: laundry
1:00 - 1:30: sterilize guest bathroom
1:30 - 3:00: errands, pick up lunch
3:00 - 4:00: lunch
4:00 - 4:45: clean kitchen

DONE!!

7:30 - 8:30: pick up van
8:30 - 9:00: prepare for carpet cleaners
9:00 - 10:30: carpets being cleaned
10:30 - 11:30: first load taken to parents
11:30 - 12:00: bank deposits and hot chocolate
12:00 - 1:00: lunch break
1:00 - 1:30: putting things back in place
1:30 - 2:00: loading van
2:00 - 3:00: movers dropped off bed and shelf
3:00 - 4:00: dust master bedroom/Aidan's room/Emory's room
4:00 - 5:00: drop of second load and get car

Dishes/Laundry: 9:00 - 9:30
Cat/File Room: 9:30-10:30
go through files
dust desk and computer
At work: 10:30 - 2:00
Break: 2:00 - 2:30
Library: 2:30 - 3:00
dust shelves
vacuum chair
clean window
take down blinds
vacuum floor
Foyer: 3:00 - 3:15
vacuum floor
hand mop floor
Living Room: 3:15 - 4:15
go through Aidan's toys
vacuum couch
dust tv stand
dust mantle
dust fireplace
wash dust cover
Aidan's Room: 4:15 - 5:00
go through toys
Dinner with parents (late Christmas): 5:00 - 8:30
Put Emory's dresser/changing table together: 9:30 - 11:00
Put away Christmas presents: 11:00 - 11:30

Raked and swept the back yard (3 1/2 hours) 8:30 - 12:00
break (1 hour) 12:00 - 1:00
raked and swept the front yard (1 hour) 1:00 - 2:00
mowed and edged yards (1 hour) 2:00 - 3:00
break/charging edger (1 hour) 3:00 - 4:00
misc (30 min.) 7:00 - 7:30

This year actually promises to be nice. Tonight, I'll be spending time with my family, then tomorrow me, Jon, and Aidan will open presents. We'll have lunch with the Husband's family after that and later that night we're driving to Austin to have Christmas with that family Saturday afternoon. Then Sunday we'll drive home and the week of cleaning begins.

Happy holidays, everyone!!

It looked like it might be starting to melt a little, so I woke Aidan up and took him out. He was very interested in the snow, but didn't want to walk in it. So I made him stand at the sidewalk and took pictures with the snow behind him.



After several minute outside, he finally decided to poke the snow, but that was all he was willing to do.

I know that many of my friends in the north with scoff, but for Houston, this is amazing!


This is at around 10:30, when the snow was just starting to fall. It didn't start to stick until Aidan's nap time, so when he wakes up, he's going to get to run around outside for a few minutes.



Check it out, snow in Houston!!!



The yard is white!



Azzy getting snowed on.

So Thanksgiving is shaping up okay so far. The Husband's family will be coming to our place for lunch and we'll be having a light dinner with my parents later. We already did Austin last weekend and it was a lot of fun. The Husband is making the turkey and he stuffs it with onions and oranges and then bastes it in an orange juice cocktail thingie with ginger in it. He did a practice one and it was delicious. No clue whether we're doing anything with my dad's family, as they still haven't made formal plans. Or, well, knowing them, they have, they just haven't told us and when we don't show up, they'll all act like they don't know why and then Grandmother will get her feelings hurt that we didn't come, when we didn't even know, but she won't believe us, because this happens all the time. Whatever. The important thing is, I plan to enjoy thanksgiving. May not work out that way, but I'm planning on it.

Say hello to Emory Vee-Marie.

Note the distinct lack of peepee (as Aidan calls it).



This is her face,



and her in profile. It's kind of hard to see if you haven't looked at a lot of ultrasounds.


and her foot, from the "it's commin' right for us" pov.

Aidan as the Cookie Monster and the Husband as a chocolate chip cookie (ghetto style).


Cookie Monster eating a cookie.


He kept pulling his hood back while I was snapping pictures and we got this one. I love how blue his eyes are in it.

My baby brother has a baby!!! As I reflected with a friend last night, there were times we didn't think he'd ever go on a legitimate date, let alone get married and have a kid.

Trent Lee
November 6, 2009
7:15 p.m. (approx)
6.69 pounds
very loved

So, it's been a while since I've posted anything and mostly that's because of mass chaos. My brother's baby is due any day now, his wife is walking around at 4 centimeter's dilated, so it won't be long. I planned and hosted their baby shower the week before Halloween, which threw me into madness. Thankfully, the wife came down and helped out. Halloween itself was a fun event, in which my Squishy and her Boyfriend came over and fixed us mass amounts of yummy fajitas. Aidan was Cookie Monster and the Husband was a chocolate chip cookie. We have to get them in their costumes and take pictures of them together, because it's seriously cute. I've started Christmas shopping and have a good percent of it done, including the family pictures. Now I just have to convince the Husband that we can and should make an early Thanksgiving appearance in Austin, while getting ready to host Thanksgiving dinner for his family at our house and going to my parent's for thier's. Then I'll sit down and flesh out our Christmas plans. Thankfully, with all of this to deal with, my morning sickness is gone entirely and my boss has agreed to give me the week after Christmas off so that I can do New Year's cleaning. Yays to me!

Oh, and the ultrasound that could potentially tell us the sex of the new spawn is on Friday the 13th.

First: Everything is developing good, but the morning sickness is so bad this time that I can't even read, let alone write. Hell, I can't even watch porn. Not to mention, my hormones are out of control - I get teary eyed every time I see a baby on television. It's... inconvenient. With any luck this'll start wearing down in another week. If it doesn't, I may sequester myself until further notice. No one needs to see this.

So, until further notice, I'll stick to randomness. Yesterday, I asked the Husband if I could refer to his penis as Misha, then let him tit-fuck me so we'd have a Misha/Jared/Jensen threesome. It was a happy thought, even when he refused.

The Husband gave Aidan an Oreo. The following ensued.

Husband: "Hm, baby got a Gloreo!"
Randi: "Gross!"
Husband: "What?"
Randi: "You just mixed Oreo and Glory Hole."
Husband: "I did not! I was saying..."
Randi: "It's like you're giving our son an Oreo with a Glory Hole filling."
Husband: "...Oh, come on!"

Of course, this does raise the question, could you market a Gloreo? And, more importantly, would Nabisco let you?

It's been forever since I posted, but I have a good reason. Morning sickness. Yes, I'm once again pregnant (for those of you who didn't already know). With Aidan, it was a low grade nausea the entire pregnancy, that became more pronounced when I ate. This time, it's hard and steady nausea that recedes somewhat when I eat. With any luck, this time it'll pass after the first trimester and I can go back to chugging four liters of water a day instead of stuffing my face with fruit every other hour to keep from vomiting.

On fic related front: I've hit a writer's block, probably due to the morning sickness, because I was chugging along okay until I got knocked up. I still have some editing to do on the other original story before I can post it, but I am working on it, just a little slower than I would normally like.

Right. So, Tuesday afternoon I had Pintos and Cheese. Wednesday was a big no-go on the food front. Thursday, I ate half an order of something I can't even remember. Friday, another half of something. Saturday, I was feeling brave. I had a Breakfast Jack, a little milk shake, then four chicken wings and a good portion of potato salad. Then I woke up Sunday with tonsillitis and my food intake took a drastic plunge yet again. I'm getting a little down every day, but my stomach has shrunken now, so even when I am hungry, I can't eat much.

I've tried being positive by reminding myself that I've dropped six pounds to 144 and my size 10 jeans are fitting loose, but this kind of weight lose never sticks. Not to mention, I can't write good sex scenes when I'm gagging through coughing fits every ten minutes.

Monday, I had a cup of cereal for breakfast (Froot Loops, don't judge). For lunch, I ate my sandwich, but hadn't really had dinner the night before and was still really hungry. I went to my car and dug up a bag with some Doritos and a small bag with a little bit of Teriyaki beef jerky (I said, don't judge, we drove to Austin over the weekend, so they hadn't been there long).

I got back to my office, sat down, ate three chips, and the filling in my back mollar popped out. It was a big filling and breathing hurt, let alone eating, so I called the Dentist and he agreed to see me that evening, which was great. Only, I had to choose between a $2,000 root canal or a $250 extraction. Seeing as that particular tooth doesn't... or, well, didn't affect my eating, I told him to yank it. Right then, because if I went home with a temporary fix, I was so going to chicken out.

After bleeding for four hours, I was weak and in a large amount of pain, but damned and determined not to give in and take meds. The pain is quickly diminishing and I've managed to stick to not taking anything, but so far, my food intake since noon on Monday has included one order of Pintos and Cheese Tuesday afternoon. I really, really want to eat. More importantly, I want to eat mounds of things that are extremely unhealthy for me. Like cake and ice cream and enough Chinese food to kill a large animal and Buffalo Wild Wings. Possibly even a burrito bowl from Chipotle.

Unfortunately, I'll be lucky to get down a decent amount of the soup the Husband is bringing back for me. He's going to La Madeleine's in an attempt to bribe me into looking past my pain and eating something. I love that soup, but I kind of hate the Husband right now, because I really don't think I'll be able to eat much of it.

In Other News: Check it out! My cousin had her baby last week and he is so pretty!

I just got a Twitter account so that I could follow Misha Collins. Of course, I added Jared and Jensen, because if I'm going to throw away yet another part of my dignity, I might as well do it all the way. I'm beginning to think that dignity grows back a little over time, because with the amount of it I've sacrificed over the years, I would have thought there was nothing left. Anyone else on want to further the degradation of my soul by telling me your on Twitter?

-finish emptying living room
-fix bed
-make good will trip
-touch up paint in family room
-paint living room (fill all nail holes)
-hang curtains in living room
-heavy trash day (feel sorry of trash men)
-built bookcases/bold them to wall
-put books and movies on shelves (alphabetical)
-replace door in laundry room (with something that doesn't let roaches through)
-replace blinds in master bedroom
-hang curtains in master bedroom (fill old holes)
-paint walls in kitchen
-paint hallway
-paint guest bathroom (fuzzy paint? Really?)
-paint master bathroom
-hang curtains in guest bedroom
-bring over guest room furniture from parents
-sand, wash and paint foyer (fucking Venetian plaster)
-paint all trim the same color (white)
-take mirror down in dining room (pray it doesn't break and there's no damage behind it)
-sand, wash, and paint dining room (stupid mirror glue)
-replace blinds in all bedrooms
-replace interior doors throughout house
-replace all light sockets and light switches (with white)


So, there's a lot that needs doing. Some of it is stuff I intend to do over time, most of it is bothering me so badly that I've got writer's block and insomnia. I could finish it in a week if I had the time, i.e. drop Aidan off and go straight home to work on it until he needs to be picked up. Instead, I'm doing it a little at a time. This week, I'm going to try and get the first ten items done, which will give us an actual bed to sleep on, no more two inch long tree roaches, and a finished living room, or, as I like to call it, the Library of Awesome.

On a more cheerful note, So You Think You Can Dance is back and, as we'd hoped, Aidan loves it. When the theme music comes on, he squeals at the top of his lungs and dances.