More Than Just a Facepalm ... I Mean Who Doesn't Know Who The Flash Is???

Aw love! It is a most amazing adventure with twists and turns. Such a lovely experience. Especially those moments you look at your significant other and realize just how much love you have for them. Then there are those times where you look at them and wonder how you're going to teach this alien the ways of your people. This is one of those such times. 

Not this past March but the previous one, I went to dinner with my boyfriend and several of his friends for his 30th birthday celebration. They begin passing out gifts. One couple got him a shirt. 

Out comes this:

I'm sure you're familiar with this emblem. Well apparently this couple was not because I hear this, "I know you like lightening bolts so we thought you'd like this." 

My brain didn't really register the fact that this entire group didn't know who The Flash was until people were vaguely questioning and commenting on it. None of which had to do with said comic hero. I stared in horror at this group whispering to myself, "But it's The Flash. Who doesn't know who The Flash is?" 

Before you ask, no. Not even my own boyfriend knew who it was! I mean really? I know he's not as famous as Iron Man is these days but he's got some notoriety right? 

I began drinking heavily after that.

Sadly this wasn't the last time something like this happened. It was just before going to one of the Avengers movies with a friend that this happened again. Only this time my dear, sweet, love of my life had to be told that Hulk and Thor were two very different characters. Sometimes I really wonder if he's secretly from another planet and that's why he doesn't know these simple things. 

Do you have a moment like that? Share it in the comments below!

Thanks for dropping in. 

Shay

He'll Figure It Out ... I Hope

Alright so as you know and if you're new I've recently discovered that I'm pregnant. And with that comes loads of confusion and panic. Because it's so early on yet, most of this panic and confusion belongs mainly to me. My boyfriend is the 'let's deal with it when the time comes' sort, which drives me completely batty when dealing with something as serious as this.

But anyway I'm straying from the point. I'm about 6 weeks along. Well this past weekend we went to his mother's for a visit. There was a big fish fry and he was able to tell much of his family in person the news. Anyways he decided to tell them while I was in the house (I spend a lot of time in the restroom these days already. It's a little ridiculous.) I come out and he tells me he's just announced it to everyone and I receive the typical congratulatory comments from the lot of them. Well later on a couple of the women that had just recently had their newest little ones start asking me questions. The first obviously being how far along am I. After I tell them they look at one another in confusion and one says, "Cory said you were due to have it in like 6 months."

I just laughed and said, "He's an idiot. He has no idea what he's talking about."

The two burst into laughter with me and I told myself I should probably explain a few things to him. Now writing about it I realize that I still have yet to correct him, even though I told him my estimated due date was early February. He doesn't listen very well though.

Have you had a similar experience?

It's a really good thing I have a good sense of humor and so far pregnancy hasn't taken that away. Yesterday my boyfriend and I were at my parent's house hanging out. My mom, sister and I are submerged in a a conversation while the two men talk a few feet away. All I hear is, "the size of a blimp." I find myself yelling, "You better not be calling me a blimp!" Of course they were talking about future me and having quite the fun imagining how entertaining that's going to be. Anyway we go to dinner later and I decided I wanted a gyro with fries and hashbrowns. At first I was joking but then discovered I really did want that and looked at everyone and threw my hands up. "I AM going to be a blimp!"

My dreams of a flat stomach in a bikini have gone out the window for now. I get something better instead!

So I've heard it gets really sickening people commenting on your size while pregnant. Did it get to you? Leave a comment with some of your experiences. I'd love to read them.


Til next time,
Shay

Oh The Hormones ...

About 5 weeks along now ...

Panic has switched from baby to house, money, work ... The long list of things we have to get to be ready for this little one. So there's all that weighing on me plus I've been crampy and tired. Not a great combo.

Oh and let's list all the reasons I had horrible emotional problems this weekend (6/11-6/12/16).

Saturday -

Nearly burst into tears because Cory listed off a bunch of things he still needed to do before going fishing. Mainly it was a list of things I can't do or have. So I yelled, "Fine. Just go! I can't have any of that!" He got a little giggle out of my outburst but had no idea I was fighting tears as he walked out the door. It was so stupid because I didn't even want any of that that day anyway...

Later while fishing, I couldn't tell if I wanted to cry or scream while Cory messed with his boat motor before finding us a spot to start fishing.

Don't get me started on how my first pee break went.

Then while we were fishing, he was lifting his motor up and dropping it down over and over and over. It makes me horribly mad even thinking about it right now. He had to of done it around 20 times. It made the worse noise and I hated every second of it!

I'm sure there were more, but that's all I can remember from Saturday.

Sunday -

Ended up in a fight because Cory didn't want to go house hunting and I made him go anyway. Should have known it was going to end in disaster. We got to look at one house before everything blew up. He was crabby which made me crabby. There was yelling. The use of the word spaz. Which I took far more personal than usual. Either way it ended with my crying and not speaking to him the rest of the day. He apologized this morning.

I went on to watch three movies. Two of which made me cry, 'Home' and 'Brother Bear', multiple times. It was at that point I realized how wacked my emotions really were.

Just a fabulous first weekend of pregnancy...

Pregnancy - And Here We Go...

Today is day 3 of me knowing. According to the different predictors, I'm 4 weeks and 5 days and due Feb. 12. And I'm scared.

Now hear me out, I'm beyond excited! And so is my boyfriend. The problem lies in the fact that it is still sooooo early and there are so many things that could go wrong. That's what makes me nervous. I don't know how I would take a miscarriage at this point. We've been sort of trying for a long time. (Somewhere around a year or so) I don't even want to think about that anymore. I've been thinking about it all day long and it's just stressing me out and making me sad.

Moving on. So I found out on 6/7/16 right after work when I finally convinced myself that 3 days of a missed period was plenty long enough to take a test. I took one as soon as I got home telling myself, "You can't be pregnant. You always get yourself worked up and then you start your period the next day." Yeah well, I looked down at that stick with two bright lines and nearly stopped breathing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! And it was so quick. I knew because I'd set a timer for the whole whopping one minute I was supposed to wait. Ha! Less than thirty seconds later I had my answer. I paced around the house rapidly and picked up my phone and set it back down at least a dozen times before I finally called Cory.

There was no panic there. He said something along the lines of, "That's awesome, honey. Finally. I was really starting to think there was something wrong. I'm really happy." I paraphrased but that was about the gist of it. Much more calm and rational than I was being.

Maybe it'll just take a few days to really sink in.

Ya'll I Can't Do the Thing

I'm trying my damnedest to do things. You know, productive things. Inspiring things! Um ... Cool things? I don't know.

Ya'll I've come to the conclusion I simply can not do the thing. At least not today ... or the last two days.

It's really frustrating though because I have approximately 345 pages of my book finished. It's almost there! Is it crap? Absolutely! BUT I can always fix it once the first draft is done. Knowing that its total crap is making me not want to even waste my time with the end. I owe it to myself to finish it though, right? I mean I know it's crap, but at least it would be a finished first draft of a piece of crap. (So much better than just crap if you as me.)

Etsy. OH Etsy! Did you know it's summer? (Ignore the rain. MN hasn't gotten totally on board with the idea yet.) Yeah. It is summer, technically. Guess what I make?? Blankets! Hats! Much of my items are more winter based and so is the craft itself. Having a bunch of yarn strewn across your lap when it's 80 degrees is not so appealing. It just figures that my sales would go up right now. haha Oh well I'm not actually complaining. There just won't be a ton of new items until it cools down some.

But Shay, what about the drawing? Yeah. That's a really good question. Haven't a clue!

Wanna know what I did the last two days besides go to work? Read. In the span of about 12 hours, I read over a book and a half. I'd forgotten how much I loved reading. As impressive as that may be to some people, I can't exactly consider that a thing.

So yeah ... that's what's going on with me? Problems of your own?

Take care! I'll come back when I can function and do my things properly.

Shay