Sometimes I think being pregnant is a little like shaving your head. If I decided to pull a Natalie Portman and go bald, I think I would be revealing a very lopsided, bumpy head. But I've heard that you never know until you try it. Some people thought theirs would be bumpy and it turned out not too bad, and others thought it would be smooth and it ended up really bumpy, apparently. I would never shave mine anyway, I just don't have the face for it, let alone the head for it.

Well for some reason, when I'm pregnant, my stomach looks like I have a very lopsided, bumpy volleyball under my shirt. Some people wear their baby bump kind of hidden, which must have its own set of problems.  Then there are those of us that keep it way out front and I can tell you it gets incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. And of course there are lots of in-betweens.


Before I got pregnant, I guess I thought I would look something like this, 

Instead, I always look more like this.

Anyway you just never know. It doesn't seem to have very much to do with body type, as far as I can tell. People stop me on the street to ask me if I'm having a boy or girl because apparently carrying way out front is indicative of having a boy. (Course, I was carrying way out front with Lydia too, but why spoil their delusions?) But I've never met anyone else who carried a baby out as far as I do. It often makes me the target of some speculation in public, especially toward the end of my pregnancy. I'm not really a fan of cavorting with strangers, cuz I'm awkward and somewhat antisocial. And its still my stomach, you know? Every little bump is still me, and its not like I poke it out for display on purpose.

What does that really have to do with shaving my head? Well....not much, I guess. I only said it was a little like it, ok? So um, there ya go. Here is a picture of the actual baby bump, just to make up for this lame post. 23 weeks and counting! Can't wait to meet you baby boy!

Our new baby

Yes, she looks peaceful, but don't be fooled...Zoe has as much energy as one of our kids!

Snow where did you go.?

I love snow. I really do. I know that's not very popular nowadays, at least among adults. I think the general distaste for it has something to do with driving in the snow, which of course must be miserable. And honestly, I don't drive that much, so that may have something to do with it. Except I have to say I like driving in the snow. Its kind of exciting. And, especially at night, the snowflakes in the headlights make me feel like I'm flying the Starship Enterprise. Awesome. Of course, I also like it when there's a power-out (yippee! Hide-and-go-seek in the dark!), so maybe I've just forgotten I'm supposed to be an adult now.

Anyway it hasn't been the snowiest of seasons this year. We've had some snowfalls, but nothing that has stuck for more than a few days (usually not more than a few hours). So last week when the radio told me there was going to be a big storm all weekend, I was super ready for that to happen. I mean, come on already! And true to their word, it did snow: a little. And the next morning it melted. And though there has been one other day of snow, it already mostly melted as well. The thing that really steamed my britches though is the complete lack of apology from the weather service. Logically, I know that it isn't their fault the snow fizzled, and I also know that the weather is like a living thing so it would be pretty impossible to predict. But still, couldn't they at least have had a repentant tone, or a "so its taking a slightly different turn than we thought", or at the very least a formal, notarized, written apology to me. But no, I've continued to listen to the weather every day, and even when there are changes from a prediction made a half hour before, they still give the each weather report like that is what they've been saying all along. I never thought I would be one of those people who was so bitter that they blamed defenseless weathermen for the weather. But man, I get so miffed with their smug assurances lately that I want to turn off the radio with a satisfying click every time they come on. But I don't. Cuz that would be rude. Also because I'm lazy. And forgetful. What was I talking about?

Sometimes I'm Awesome

I do a lot of DIY projects, not necessarily because I always like it, but because I'm kind of a cheapskate  Most of the time, my plans don't work out the way I hoped. But I still try. And my latest project actually worked out. I was so happy after I realized it was going to work that I took pictures so I could show you all. I call it, Wrought Iron Curtain Rods for a dollar. Yes, I italicize and capitalize in my mind too, it's that awesome. Yep. Here's the list of needed items.

Black craft foam sheet
PVC pipe (at desired length and width)
Christmas ornaments
Hot glue
Flat black spray paint
L bracket

Most of those items I already had. I was making rods for 3 windows, so I bought like 3 10 foot lengths of PVC at Home Depot for something like 39 cents each. Then I got the Christmas ornaments for 7 for a dollar at the dollar store, and the dollar spray paint at Walmart. The L brackets I bought 4 for 2 dollars. They're just the cheap brass looking kind, two inches long on each side. I had everything else, but I think you can get a paper sized sheet of the craft foam for really cheap (you don't need much of it.)

Cut your PVC to the desired size. You'll probably want it to extend beyond your window a few inches on each side. We used charlie's Leatherman saw blade to do it. No need for one of those fancy pipe cutters, unless you already have one, and then, you know, might as well use it. Then get your L brackets, ornaments, and pipe and get painting. This is obviously the most time consuming part. You may want to give them a couple coats. We painted them first with primer because we had some, but it didn't seem to make much difference. The paint still scratched off kinda easy. I figured it didn't really matter if I was careful, since once they were up, they would be hard to scratch. But if you plan to have those metal ring on it to hold your curtain, you may have to rethink the quality of paint used. There may be more steps in this case. You just have to decide whether it's worth it the extra few bucks. It wasn't for me. I did do three coats of paint though. I ended up using less than 3 cans for everything, but you could do with even less if you're less picky.

Then you measure the circumference of the pipe, and out of the foam cut little 1.5 inch strips the length of the pipe circumference.

Then put a line of hot glue along the short edge and quickly bring the two short ends together, making a circle.

After its dry, reshape it into a the best circle you can, and then put a line of glue along the side.

Stick it onto the end of the ornament, covering the loop end. Hold it on tight until it dries.

Then simply slip on the curtain, and slip on the little end you just made.

Then you just have to attach your brackets to the wall and the rod to the brackets via screws.

The end.













Awesome.

Bloggy stuff

I lose stuff a lot. And forget stuff. You know, like forgetting to turn the car off before I get out, or forgeting where I parked or which car I was driving or what my car even looks like; the kind of stuff that makes people say, "Faralee, there is something seriously wrong with your head." That hurts my feelbads, but they are right. There is. I believe its called absent minded. It sure sounds serious. Like, "Oh, she does have a brain and everything, just the mind is gone. So sad."

I lost my purse the other day at school. I do that a lot. And I don't always find it again, since it takes a while for me to even notice it is gone, and I don't even know where I had it last. This particular time I would have been stranded had I not found it, since it contained my phone and keys and money and everything. After lots of searching and frustration and bugging random strangers, I luckily (luck didn't really have anything to do with it) encountered some janitorial staff moving some rolling chairs with my purse draped over the top. I screamed and swiped it and muttered something about thanks that's mine and they got away from me as fast as they could. Phew, disaster averted. Luckily I remembered where I was parked, and found my car (I recognized it by the puke stain on the dashboard), and made it out there only an hour late. Maybe I need a different purse. Like one that can be surgically attached to me.

Wahoo!!

Well, we found a house, made an offer and the offer has been accepted!! Sorry we didn't update our progress along the way, we were just trying not to get too excited prematurely. Someone else did make another offer on it at the same time as us. We were worried we would end up in the same boat as with the other house, since we didn't have a lot of leeway on the price we'd already offered. But in the end, we did get it. Phew, super stressful for me! There is still more paperwork to be signed before things can even get started, but that should happen today. Of course, nothing is ever for sure until they are giving you the keys, but we have decided to allow ourselves a little excitement now. Yippee, we found a house! It is bank owned, in Spanish Fork, and built in 2006. We saw it on the market a while ago, but never went to see it because the price seemed a little steep for the square feet. But it turns out almost all the information on the listing was wrong. The house actually has a thousand more square feet than listed, one more bedroom and bathroom than listed. They had it listed with the wrong year, the wrong acreage, even the pictures misrepresented it. And there are lots of cool features in the house that the listing never mentioned, like custom doors and brushed nickel finishes and a huge master suite. Its not super fancy, but it has a good layout its big and open. It's really kinda sad for the bank that their Realtor didn't try very hard (or at all), but happy for us to have found it in our price range.We got a new couch to celebrate the occasion. 'New' being a term which here means saggy, threadbare, smelly, but free. Anyway, here are some pictures! Elesa was nice enough to come take these for us.

The front

Lydia in the backyard.

Front entry/living room - into family room

Scroungy Faralee wondering how she is

going to keep her house clean.

Kitchen

Landing/bonus area

Master bedroom

Master Bathroom

Owen hiding from Colin (not becuase they

were playing, but because Owen is scared of him).

Well, Thanks Elesa and Richard for coming to take pictures.

We hope all goes well, but we'll let y'all know. Our closing date is the end of September, so we still got a while. Luckily there is lots to do in the meantime. Hurray!

House Hunters, Utah Valley

So we are house hunting, and I hate it. And also love it. For pretty much the same reasons. It's always fun looking at pictures of houses and imagining the possibilities. But then I always feel disappointed when we go see the house if it didn't live up to its pictures or maybe just didn't feel right. It makes it kinda hard to get excited about a house unless I have actually seen it. But going to see too many houses is exhausting too. The other thing is, it is almost impossible to predict what Charlie will like (but he says the same about me). We do have an agent and he is great, but I guess it takes a lot to please us. The right house not only has to be the right size. right layout, right price, be in relatively good condition, and have a good lot size, but also it just has to feel like us. We are nerdy, eccentric, hip, Latin, boring people. And we want our house to reflect that. Hah. I'm not sure that is ever going to happen. Luckily, we are adaptable. If we could just find a house that felt homey for both of us, we would get it. A while ago, we found a house both Charlie and I liked (crazy), But we low-balled our offer too much I guess, because they took another offer. We knew there was another offer, but we weren't really sure how high to counteroffer, and anyway now its too late. So here we are looking again. There seems to be a lot of people looking right now, which is kind of a surprise. Great priced houses are going really fast. But there aren't really a ton of great priced houses out there, so that may be why. At least in this area. Unless you want to get a short sale, and we kinda don't. There are a few bank-owned on the market. But I know there are more foreclosures than are listed, and I don't know why they don't list them. What is the plan here, does anyone know? Why do I have to sign up and pay for a service to tell me the foreclosures? Why don't they just list them so the consumers can find them? Don't they want to sell them?? Ok, that is the end of my tirade. Get back to you when we have any news.