saved by the bell (or not)

The past two nights the power has gone out in the middle of the night. I would generally relish the extra bit of sleep that I could blame on someone else, however luckily (?) both nights either Christen or I have woken up and noticed the issue before we were late. Christen woke up at 5am on Monday, reset the alarm and came back to bed. Last night, I woke up at 2:30am, noticed the blinking light and reset the clock. Now, why we don't have a battery backup in our alarm clock in this day and age I don't know. However, I can say it's a 5-year-old, $8 clock. I can't expect miracles. I would like to be able to expect more sleep though.

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I wrote that on Tuesday, and Tuesday night I set my phone alarm just in case. Wouldn't you know, the power didn't go out! I don't know what I'm going to do about sleep when the clocks change.

a new start (again)

I've been thinking about changing blogs for awhile. I don't know why; I don't technically need a new start. I had been with my last blog for 22 months with 158 posts (159 once I post my last post there). My blog before that had 485 posts over 34 months. There was a good reason for the change that time. Got married, pregnant (although I didn't know I was pregnant when I changed blogs), and I had a falling out with my best friend. I started a new chapter.

I think this change is just for me. I needed a change; a new look. Something new to look at. My usual readers will hopefully follow me here. Truthfully, I don't have a lot of regular readers. Maybe the transition will help that. But I change for me.

You won't find me here.

I'm moving again. Please follow me over to wordpress! I don't know why; I just needed a change of scenery.

The fact that blogrolling has started being such a pain in the butt has probably helped me make up my mind though.

Cheers!

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified ...

My son is petrified of my brother. I don't know why, and to tell you the truth I find it kind of amusing ... When he was an infant, he didn't have any problems with my brother. Now, he screams bloody murder when he's anywhere near. This is my brother.

Gangly, but not scary. It's kind of sad because he loves babies. Spencer is "toddler child" or "child thing" to him. He thinks these nicknames are funny. Would they scare you?

Monday we took my brother to Best Buy to spend his birthday money, and he sat in the back with Spencer. My sweet child was inconsolable. All Ian did was look at him, not even with a face, just normal. About a mile down the road I had to get in the back with them so he would calm down.

So sad.

Why is it I always think about Sheri Lewis when I order lamb chops?

I hadn’t planned on doing anything for Valentine’s day. Truth be told, I’m not a big Valentine’s day girl. I figured that maybe Christen, Spencer and I would go out for dinner like we do once a week (usually Tuesdays, but we skipped Tuesday so that we could go out on Saturday instead), maybe to a smaller place that wouldn’t be swamped, and that would be it. However, my in-laws offered to watch Spencer, so Christen made reservations at an obscenely fancy restaurant, and off we went.

I have to admit, the food and the service were fantastic. We had a tuna appetizer and I wasn’t overly excited by it – not bad, but personally I think Outback’s tuna appetizer is better. I talked Christen into getting the filet, because he always orders another cut to save the $6, and he’s always disappointed with it. He was not disappointed with the filet. We also split the creamed spinach … yum! My dish was the best though. I ordered off the seasonal menu, and got crusted lamp chops with goat cheese and thyme whipped potatoes. Oh. My. God. It was all delicious. The goat cheese was a little overwhelming in the potatoes (really, it just tasted like light and fluffy goat cheese), but since I’m a big fan I was okay with that. The lamb was perfectly cooked, tender and in a fantastic (I need more adjectives) port wine reduction that I wanted to lick off the plate.

We were supposed to go to a movie but we were enjoying the night and the company too much, so instead Christen bought a cigar and we went out to the patio to have a cocktail. I think my drink was the only disappointing thing of the entire night – it was terrible. Sounded good in theory: “Grey Goose Vodka and Cointreau Orange Liqueur gently blended with fresh strawberry puree, lemon juice and kissed with champagne bubbles, served in a strawberry-topped flute”. Ugh! It was so bitter. I wish I could have gone to Mitchell’s, got a Pine Fin Martini, and walked it over to our patio. :) I would have been in heaven.

Garbage?

Have you ever been to a concert of someone that either you didn't like much or didn't know much and was blown away only to get the albums later and hate them?

When I was in college my friend Lester had tickets to Garbage. I was never much of a Garbage fan beyond that song Stupid Girl. But hey, free tickets to a concert! So I went, and it was a blast. The music was great, the performance was awesome, and I was so close I could have reached out and touched Shirley Manson.

I went home and bought all the albums.

They sucked.