Friday, August 29, 2008

So long, farewell


I won't miss you at all Chicago! The next few days will be bliss.

Monday, August 25, 2008

GIRL!...

"...Those hips will never go back down."

Thank you for all of your terrifying comments random people. I'm scared enough as it is.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Lunchables Madness

I was at the grocery store today, which is very exciting because the past two months of shopping trips have consisted of vomiting, queasiness, and feeling faint. I swear that the food had eyes and were taunting me to eat them. I still get a little wobbly around the meat section, but I'm getting better.

While strolling through the aisles, there was a product that was like a bright and shining beacon--Lunchables. I was pulled into the section like a magnet and stood there and stared at all of the options. I chose and turkey and cheese lunchable and made a beeline for the checkout stands. While the cashier was checking me out, I asked her to leave the lunchable out so that I could keep it in my purse (like you would gum or water); she looked at me like I was a little weird, but I couldn't care less. While eating my stackable snack in the car, a few things dawned on me. A.) I probably shouldn't be eating the turkey meat, but I figured that it wasn't real turkey meat anyway, B.) I hadn't had a lunchable since I was in elementary school, on a field trip at the zoo, and C.) I was eating a lunchable in my car. What is happening to me? 

Friday, August 22, 2008

Love This


Can I tell you how happy this makes me? All of my "Notebook" fantasies are becoming a reality again.  You two are birds, you belong together.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

A small, but growing update

I have a little announcement to share with all of you out there in the blogosphere. For most of you who read my blog, this won't come as much of a shock because you already know the news. And actually there are only like 5, maybe 6 people (my friends who already know) who read my blog, so I guess I won't truly be shocking anyone. So here it goes... Since there aren't enough Lashley's in this world, Jason and I have decided to make our contribution. We are expecting a baby.

Now I had this whole elaborate plan of how I was going to post the exciting news, but while I was lying awake at 3 this morning, I changed that plan. I've decided to just go ahead and do like a FAQ's section and post some pictures of my belly. Before I start giving the details, I must warn you. My maternal instinct is only like a quarter-tank full at this point, so if I say something inappropriate or un-motherly I apologize now. Also, you must know that no matter what I say, I do have perspective on things. Even though I may not always have the best attitude about things, I'm very, very thankful.

So here are the typical questions I've been asked so far, and the answers I give (most of the time):
How far along are you/When are you due? I'm twelve weeks along and my due date is March 1st.
How are you feeling (with a grimaced expression)? I've definitely had all of the pregnancy symptoms. I don't need to explain, you know what they are. I must say that I am feeling better and I'm actually able to somewhat function in my life. But I'm tired all the time. I was on the couch last night, and I spent forty minutes trying to convince myself to put my dinner plate in the dishwasher. In the end, I decided it could wait until the morning. I'm still holding out hope for that day when I wake up and feel like a new person. That should be around the corner, right? Please? Help me!
Is Jason excited? Yes. He is beside himself. I've never seen him so happy or excited. When I took the positive pregnancy test, I was not that excited. In fact, there were tears, weeping on the floor, and lots of panicking. He is the one who grabbed me and assured me that we could do this. The shear joy on his face was enough to turn my mind around. I knew that we could do it. Throughout everything so far, he has been so supportive and loving. I haven't been the nicest person in the world to him (blaming the hormones), but he has been nothing but wonderful.
Are you still running? I think it's funny that I get asked this question, but I guess enough people in my life know that I love to run. The answer is yes (doctor approved), but I'm not running the same distance and I am much, much slower. I was training fervently for the marathon, but it got to the point where I was too exhausted to run as much. With much dismay, I decided to forego the marathon this year, but I will run in one the Fall after the baby is born. At this point I'm just trying to run 15-20 miles each week. Some weeks I do great, and some I don't. I've had to learn to really listen to my body and take it easy when I need to.

So that's pretty much it for right now. I have a couple of pictures below. The first picture is when I was six weeks along, and the second picture is of me this morning. And yes, I'm taking my own picture, so please excuse the up-close armpit shot. One more thing, Jason's in Oklahoma for four weeks (more details later) and so I'm holding up the fort here in Chicago. Keep us in your prayers.

6 weeks




12 weeks



Thursday, August 14, 2008

First Schnitzel & Sheryl Crow


Last Friday, Jason was sweet enough to take me to see Sheryl Crow in concert. After commuting for 3 hours that day (Jason not me), we made the hour drive to Milwaukee in enough time to enjoy a great dinner before the concert. We'd been hearing about this highly acclaimed German restaurant and decided to give it a try. Not to mention, I've been hearing about schnitzel from anyone and everyone who has ever had it. The dinner was very good. Who would have thought that a breaded piece of pork with lemon would taste so good? The picture to the right is the best I could get of the restaurant. I was a little embarrassed to use the flash and I'm in desperate need of some camera lessons.
After dinner, we headed over to the concert. I must say that after going to the Coldplay concert a few weeks prior, I was shocked by the differences between the two. Coldplay played to a packed house. There was not an empty chair...even during the opening acts. There had to have been at least 20,000 people there and it was quite an intense crowd. Hence, Sheryl Crow. When we walked in about 15 minutes before she played, let me just say that we didn't have any trouble finding our seats on the floor. NO ONE was there. There were like two die-hard James Blunt fans (her opening act) who were on their feet singing "You're Beautiful" like it was the best song ever written. People slowly began trickling in and the crowd was quite interesting. It was mainly comprised of older couples...not that that's a problem, it was a very layed back atmosphere. Quite nice. I remember saying to Jason, "This is more my scene. " The only problem is that it seems like Jason and I have the worst luck with the people who sit (or stand) in front of us. Since we were on the floor at both concerts, we didn't have that stadium slant to give us a little height boost. You have to find your little window where you can kind of see, and pray that nothing disturbs your view. At Sheryl Crow, there was a drunk couple (she was probably 20, he was probably 52 and very pervy) who made out the entire time. It messes up your window! Finally after knocking over their chairs and getting in a drunken fight, they left about half-way through. At Coldplay, there was this girl who decided that since she was so special, she could stand up in her chair to get a better view. I could hear the squeaky dialogue in her head, and it went something like this, "I'm so teeny-tiny and cute that I can stand up on this chair and it won't block anyone's view. Why is that girl (me) shooting me really bad looks? I'm the only person in this whole world that matters."
Needless to say, Sheryl Crow was amazing. She did not miss a beat. Even Jason, who can be a little musically critical was impressed. Overall it was a wonderful concert with a wide range of her hits. Plus I must add that we were able to get very close to the stage, and she doesn't look a day over 25. She's really beautiful...and tiny. It was a great evening, and I have to thank my sweet husband who probably didn't really want to see Sheryl Crow, but went anyway and made it a great evening.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Representin' at the Olympics


"There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me twice — you can't get fooled again."
-- President Bush

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

When can I go to the gym?


I most definitely have Olympic fever...it's all that we've been watching at home. While I love the actual events themselves, I really enjoy hearing the personal stories of all the athletes. I sat on the couch the other night with tears pouring down my face when they did a story about Michael Phelps and his mother. So sweet! I am also really inspired by Dara Torres. I cannot believe that this woman is 41-years old and competing (competitively I might add) with women half her age. The first time they flashed a picture of her in a bikini, Jason and I looked at each other in disbelief. What a body! Granted, she trains all the time, but my goodness, she looks incredible. It makes you want to stop eating that brownie and find the nearest pool to swim laps. If this woman doesn't give you enough inspiration to hit the gym, I don't know what will.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008