[Update: The BlogPress app on the iPad sucks - I had this all typed out and then it crashed without saving so I had to rewrite it. Boo.]


My honey got me an iPad Mini for an early Valentine's Day present, which is perfect because my hands are mini!



It was a nice surprise because I've been perfectly content with using my iPhone for just about everything, but hey, who's complaining? I've only downloaded a few free games and books on it so far... Got any suggestions on some must-have apps?



I definitely need to get a case for it ASAP because I still have the protective plastic covering on it (like a true Asian) and I'm scared to take it out of the box. I'm torn between these two:

I love the keyboard on this one, and it's got great review on Amazon. However, I don't know how much I'll actually be typing to warrant a separate keyboard.

Found this one on Etsy. And you know how much I love me some monogram. It looks pretty well made but I'm not sure how durable it is.

Life is hard.



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I had my follow-up to my surgery yesterday and it looks like I'm healing up nicely (my scars are tiny and you can barely see them)! My doctor said that when she went in to get the cyst out, it was bigger than my uterus! If I had a super power, it would be that I can grown giant ovarian cysts and then I would push them out and throw them at people. Too much?


I heard the baby's heartbeat again too. The blood work I had done to check for Downs and gender 3 weeks ago came back inconclusive, so I got another blood test done yesterday. I should find out the results of it beginning of next week, and I'll have to wait until my next big ultrasound in a month for gender. I'm dying to know!

 As promised, here are some pictures from my ultrasounds so far:

6 Weeks - can't really tell what's happening here.

8 Weeks - the Doctor called him/her a Teddy Graham. I can never eat Teddy Grahams ever again.

12 Weeks! OMG it looks like a human!

And here is my cyst baby: I can't really tell you what's what, but I know that big thing is the cyst and I'm so glad to have it out of me. 

My next check up is in a week, so hopefully, I'll have a better picture to share then!

It's been almost a week since my surgery... Everything turned out fine and the baby is okay! Jason told me that the doctor had to shave off some of my ovary when she took out the cyst, but was able to keep most of it.

I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time right before and after the surgery, which was pretty awesome. I go back for my check up in a week to make sure everything is fine and healing the way it should.

I'm feeling much better as well. They made three incisions - one of the left, one on the right, and one in my belly button. The last one hurts the most, and it looks weird and naked without my belly button ring in it. I should probably get used to that since I'm not supposed to have it in for much longer anyway. I still feel nauseous like... all the time. I've come to terms with that it's probably from just being pregnant and not anything else, and I'm probably going to feel like this going forward. Yaaaaaay.

Everyone has been SO great to me in this last week - checking up to see how I'm feeling, making sure I don't need anything... even Jason's colleagues and students asked about me. My mom even asked me what I would like her to cook for me, which NEVER happens. I could totes get used to this whole being pregnant and getting pampered thing. ;)

I went back to work today for the first time in a week and the store looks great. I'm always a little worried that I'll be returning to a complete shitstorm whenever I take some time off, but Kaitlin (my assistant manager) held down the fort and made sure that everything was under control. It made me feel so much better and I'm a lot less stressed now knowing my store is in perfectly capable hands.

I'm off again tomorrow but I really need to clean our bedroom, which has turned into a disaster zone since I haven't been able to keep up with it in the last week. Laundry is a total nightmare because I keep letting it build up. What I NEED to do is clean out my closet because I don't wear half the stuff in there anyway (especially since my wardrobe now pretty much consists of leggings and an oversized sweater). I'm kind of a hoarder though so it's really hard for me to get rid of stuff. A lot of the clothes I own are still in really great shape and from Juicy Couture or J.Crew, so I don't have the heart to donate it, and ain't nobody got time to try to consign that shit. We'll see what kind of mood I am in tomorrow and go from there?

I'll also need to upload some pictures of my cyst baby (may it rest in peace), and my actual baby!

New Year... New Blog?


I thought about just starting fresh but it was just so hard for me to give this (and 1000+ posts) up. So here I am... Trying to start writing again. You'll have to bear bare bear with me because it's been entirely too long since I've tried to translate my thoughts into words.


Truthfully, I wanted to start writing again to chronicle my (mis?)adventures in pregnancy. Whhhhatttt? Yes, it's true! Jason and I are expecting our first child in late July. This is as crazy sounding to me as I'm sure it is for you. I'm sure if you go back far enough on this blog, you'll find something about my disdain for children and affinity for dead baby jokes. What a few years (or 10) can do for you.


I'm about 13 weeks and 2 days into my pregnancy. I'm not showing yet, unless you count that double cheeseburger I had for lunch as a baby bump. I'm actually looking forward to getting fat and buying maternity clothes with no one judging me (uhmm, jeans with an elastic waist-band? Count me in!).


I've been feeling pretty good too. I've yet to experience the dreaded morning sickness though I do get waves of nausea every now and then. I've read that women can get morning sickness in their 2nd or even their 3rd trimester so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it never comes. I also heard on the radio this morning that Kelly Clarkson, who's pregnant with a baby girl, is throwing up almost a dozen times a day. I'd feel bad for her, but she also makes millions of dollars so... suck it up, Kelly.


I got sick about a week ago. I thought for sure it was the flu (which was BALLS because I actually got the flu shot this year) but it turned out to be some viral bullshit infection. I couldn't eat for about 5 days (which would have been GREAT had I not been trying to sustain another life). I got my appetite back a few days ago but now everything tastes funny. I'm not sure if it's the aftermath of me getting sick, or if it's just a pregnancy thing. Sweets are TOO sweet, some things taste bitter when they shouldn't, and I constantly have a weird taste in my mouth. I hope this goes away soon.


My biggest concern right now is that I'm having surgery tomorrow morning. The same day the doctor discovered I was pregnant, she also found a cyst on my right ovary. This one's a doozy too... 13 centimeters long (that's a little over 5 inches for us American who don't get the metric system). I had the same surgery 2 years ago for the same thing and everything turned out fine then, so I'm feeling pretty good about it this time around. There's always a small chance for a miscarriage anytime surgery is involved, but I'm staying positive because I have an amazing doctor who I know will do everything she can to keep me and the baby safe. Happy thoughts and prayers sent our way are still appreciated though!

Should I try this again? Or wait until September to mark a full one year hiatus?

Y'know, you're right. I don't say "Thank you" or that I think you're beautiful every day. It's not that I don't think it, and you know that. You also know that I have so many erratic thoughts bouncing around my head that I just get tunnel vision sometimes (a lot). That doesn't make it ok either. I watched "Love Actually" tonight because you made me watch it after I did something for you that reminded you of the movie. Liam Neeson did not tell his wife that he loved her enough (so he said) and she died. I hate thinking about playing baseball in high school. I was so good and I quit. I regret it. I don't want to regret anything with you. I watched "Love Actually" and it made me think of you (obviously), but not just that. It made me feel like I was 26 years old and getting to know you again. It was a fun feeling. I getting tired now, but I wanted you to know that. I wanted you to know that I do think you're beautiful and funny, sexy and cute (popular to boot!), and that I do appreciate the things you do (well not everything...). Ok, definitely time to go. Falling asleep as the keyboard now. Whoa Eye Knee.

I've had this on my computer for a while now and I stumbled across it again while surfing the internet yesterday. It never fails to make me cry. 

Jason usually wakes up at least an hour before I have to every weekday morning, and he deems it necessary to fuck with me before he has to leave for work. Everyday.

And I kind of love it.

Sometimes he'll just get back into bed RIGHT after he's out of the shower so he's still wet. Other times, he'll lay on top of me so I can't breathe. But this morning, he took my panda pillow pet and gave me kisses with it. How gay! But how cute!

I mean, who wouldn't want to be smothered with pillow pet panda kisses? The only that would make it better is I was smothered with REAL BABY PANDAS.

I mentioned a few days ago that I lost 20 pounds last summer - how, you might ask?

DIET AND EXERCISE.

Two things that I hate. There is no magical "Lose 10 Pounds" pill or some amazing 48 hour shred. It takes time and hard work and dedication. I'm surprised that I even lasted as long as I did last time (but you know, can't be the fat cousin in Taiwan!!). Going on a diet is truly a lifestyle change - which is difficult for someone whose lifestyle consists of fast food almost every other day, vegging out in front of the TV, NO exercise, and midnight snacks meals. Needless to say, I gained back those 20 pounds and then some after I got back from Taiwan because I stopped everything I was doing. Now I don't look cute in any of my clothes, and even my "fat" jeans are feeling a little tight. Boo hoo.

Well I started my diet again this week, which consists of:

* Cutting my calorie intake to under 1000 net
* Cutting my carb intake to under 30g
* Committing to at least 3 days a week at the gym for a minimum of 45 minutes each day
* Maximum 2 "cheat" meals per week

I also started P90X yesterday and I about died 10 minutes in. I definitely want to continue with it since it focuses on some strength training, and I don't want to pay for a personal trainer.

It sucks. Like, today for lunch, I had 2 turkey patties that I had broiled in the oven. They were gross (might have been better if I just grilled them), and their only saving grace was the fact that I put some tomato basil goat cheese on top.

But if I can keep this up, I'll be looking better by... Christmas. Where I'll be under 4 layers of clothing.

*thinkskinnythinkskinnythinkskinny*

My brother in law, Eric, comes back home today. He was stationed in San Diego for the last few years with the US Navy. Back in January, we found out that he fucked up ROYALLY and landed himself in jail. I won't go into details, but let's just say for the last 7 months, his parents spent a lot of money and time trying to get him home, and luckily, he gets to finish out his probation back here in Nashville.

And he's taking it all for granted.

I feel like he has not shown a shred of remorse or appreciation for everything his parents are doing for him. They made sure that he has a car and a job lined up for him when he gets back... and he's already thinking about vacation days. Are you kidding me???

I've seen what he put his parents and his family through, so it's hard for me to be sympathetic towards him. I just hope he grows the fuck up and start respecting the people who have done nothing but help him through all of this. And I hope that his parents have the courage to do what is necessary if he messes up again.

Devon had his 8th birthday party this past Saturday at Dave and Busters. I think he had a great time even though it was a pain in the ass to keep track of him and his 12 friends in the giant arcade area. Most of the parents stayed for the party, but some of them dropped their kid(s) off. Who does that? Are you seriously going to drop your 8 year old off at Dave and Busters by themselves? Note to self: If I ever have kids, his/her party will consist of 5 or less kids and will be held in the comfort of my own house.

Devon won 1000 tickets on one of those light up games because he's got the reflexes of a ninja. Now if only he could apply these skills to baseball...

I didn't take any pictures because I'm a horrible step-parent.

Speaking of being a horrible parent. 3 out of our 7 fish died this past week. RIP Goldie, Tiger Barb #1, and Tiger Barb #2. I'm going back to the aquatic center this afternoon with a sample of our tank water to see what I'm doing wrong. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that I don't go home to see the rest of them floating at the top and/or stuck to the filter.

Fun fact: tiger barbs lose their black stripes when they die.

On Saturday evening, Jason invited his parents and some of his friends over for their fantasy football draft. This is the first time Jason has ever done fantasy football so I'm excited to see how he does. I'm rooting for him, of course, but I'm also hoping that my friend, Stephanie will win too. She was at a wedding so she had to leave it on auto-draft, so it'd be pretty awesome if she did well with her computer picks. The stakes are high this year - an awesome trophy with your name on it, and $150 for 1st place, and $50 for 2nd (I think that's right).

Sunday was the laziest Sunday ever (which are the best kind, in my opinion). I slept in, had lunch, came home, took a nap, crocheted, played Plants vs. Zombies (best $1.99 I ever spent on the iPhone), watched Jason play Dead Island, and we ended the night watching Fringe. How could I have been so unproductive and yet feel so fulfilled?

I somehow got added to a guy who works for General Dynamics Electric Boat's listserve about a year ago. You'd think that I would get some pretty juicy emails about the inside workings of GDEB (they build submarines for the US Navy! How cool!). But no. Instead, I get a terrible fucking joke every Friday.

For example:

The past, future, and present walk into a bar... and it was tense. 

What the the turkey say when it got on the internet?
Google, google, google

What's the difference between a duck and George Washington?
One has a bill on its face, and the other has his face on a bill. 

What did Han Solo say to Chewbacca when he crashed the Millennium Falcon?
Oops, a Wookie mistake!


Seriously, does this guy get his jokes from a popsicle stick? And who are all of these other people who work with him that allow these shitty jokes to continue EVERY WEEK?

I actually *really* liked the new Batman movie. I'm a sucker for a good movie villain, and Bane was a damn good villain, except he totally sounded like Sean Connery with a Darth Vader mask on.

That being said, this Cracked article is pretty damn funny. My favorite part:

MICHAEL CAINE

But who's goin' to be Batman now, Gordon-Levitt? He wears a bicycle helmet in his next movie.

[Update: Must watch]

I am seriously the fattest I have ever been. Last summer, I lost 20 pounds before I went back to Taiwan, and I gained back like... 1000000 since then. It's a total bummer because I love to eat. Especially bad foods. I *LOVE* McDonalds - I think I could eat their Chicken McNuggets and fries with a large Coke (also known as a #10) for every meal. Like, how gross is that?

I need motivation again. You'd think that not looking cute in ANY of my clothes would be motivation enough, but it's just so hard to break bad habits.

I actually went to the gym this morning, and then came home and ate half an entire thin crust pizza, and I'm finishing the rest off as we speak. I NEED HELP.