I know that you'll recognize it's summertime

Summer is here, and Seve's birthday is this weekend.

Seve and I have been put into the awkward situation of having to choose our next tenants seeing as we're selling our contract 2 weeks before it ends. Neighbors and others have recently become aware this fact, and we've had several approach us asking for our unit (it's the largest one-bedroom in the building, the only one with a balcony, and "shabby chic" as it was the Presidential suite 100 years ago back when the building was a hotel). These conversations have ranged from friendly to awkward to downright rude. I'd expand, but who knows if any of them read the good ghost?

I'll just note that there have been cookies, offers to help us move, invites to hang out, bribes of money, and tears from someone I'd never met before. I've become wary of answering the knocks at my door.

Honestly, we'd just like to offer it to close friends who will love and enjoy it the way we have. Without all the crying.

I know, right?

This is for my mother(s)

6-month baby bump.

Play idea: "Oedipus Tex." Basically the Greek tragedy set in the Wild West. Oedipus would gouge his eyes out with his spurs or something. Inappropriate tagline: Oedipus Tex, the Original Mother F*cker.

Turns out I'm not the first one to come up with this. So, with that out of the way, go see Seve as the one and only Oedipus in Oedipus Rex at the Snow Drama Theatre, June 29 - July 2, 5-8. Yippee ki-yay.

It's called a "sport" and there are "teams" and stuff

In light of my recent posts, I've noticed that some people have a generally bad attitude towards longboarding and associate it with dudebros. I would just like to clarify that there is a difference between this:

and this:

And no, I didn't purchase my board at Zumiez, thank you very much.

Raisin' (Hell) in the Sun Pt 3

Part 3

Raisin' (Hell) in the Sun Pt 2

Part 2

Raisin' (Hell) in the Sun Pt 1

My biggest bummer of the summer is that I don't get to longboard (though growing my little pork bun is totally worth it). Instead I took some shots of the gang during McKenzie's birthday slide session.

There were so many pictures I liked it was hard to narrow them down, so I've split them up into three posts so I can overwhelm your blog feed rather than your browser. Check my FB for the full set.

No longer the thin mint

My new cactus, and my old cat mask from Russia.

Today I met with my dietitian, and I've finally broken 100 lbs! I'm 100.5 lbs, to be exact. While this might not seem like a great feat, it means I'm finally making headway in gaining the weight I need for baby. I don't feel I look any different, aside from the obvious expanding belly. If I wear a baggy shirt I'm worried people can't tell, though. Then again, sometimes I'm worried that people confuse me for a 16 yr old girl because of my height/weight and they give me the stink eye when they notice my pregnant belly . . . I promise I'm a married career woman.

To keep up my weight gain, I've been instructed to eat large amounts of: peanut butter, greek yogurt, granola, and as many cookies/milkshakes/burgers I want as long as I balance it out with fruits/veggies/whole grains. So, box of thin mints, get ready to be devoured.