A Friday List

I cannot tell you how many people emailed me last season of the Biggest Loser to tell me they miss my recaps and to ask if I was secretly still watching it. I wasn’t. I gave that season three episodes and it proved to be 6 hours of wasted time. But I’m watching now, with much less fervor than I used to. I semi-blogged about it on Wednesday and… crickets. Only three people had thoughts and feelings? Yeah probably won’t be doing that anymore. Looks like I have to either write out 1500 word recaps (which involves over 2 hours of complete undivided attention) or nothing at all. Sorry y’all. No can do. Jansen is too important.

If I do not get a haircut and an oil change this weekend, my split ends will grow split ends and my car will self destruct.

If you and your husband disagree about something, how do you come to a compromise? What if it’s something you cannot back down on? What if, say maybe perhaps, you don’t like the new placement of the couch in your living room but, I don’t know possibly, your husband does? But what if the very thought of that couch makes you lay in bed and suddenly say, “I feel like the couch is a crooked picture frame on the wall. It is bugging me and it needs to be moved.” How do you handle that?

I mean, normally your husband is fantastic at rearranging furniture… hypothetically speaking, of course. But you just have some nonnegotiables regarding spacing and alignment. Like maybe you don’t like the couch pushed all the way up against the wall, you feel that it needs breathing space. And you don’t like anything larger than a chair tilted. What if? What would you do in a situation like that? You’d like to keep the peace and respect your husband’s wishes… but oh the tilting.

My mom is having toe surgery today. She thought she just had an ingrown toenail that has been killing her for over a year, but it never would go away. She finally got it checked out and she also has a bone spur. So yeah, full on surgery where they’ll put her down and everything. She’ll be in a boot for a while and they told her it’ll be painful. Toe stuff is not fun.

I mentioned on Tuesday that I painted my fingernails for the first time in like 5 years. I really do like it but it started chipping two days later. I hate that! Alison Sweeney tweeted that she uses that gel kind and it stays on for a long time. Where do you buy that stuff? Anyone know? I read something sometime about how only professionals can put use it because it uses some UV or something. Is this one of those instances where I should consult The Google? You’re better than Google…

January 21, 2011 at 7:18 am 16 comments

This Time Last Year

This time last year I was a nervous wreck. I had knots in my stomach and wanted to hurl. I was at work, trying to go about my daily tasks without falling asleep or throwing up or daydreaming in my office chair.

You see, one year and 8 days ago Stephen and I found out we were going to have a baby. It was one of the weirdest days of my life. Second only to the day I went into labor, which I have yet to blog about even though Jansen is 4.5 months old. (One day I’ll get on that, it really is a good story.) So 373 days ago I woke up and peed on a stick in the guest bathroom. I hadn’t told Stephen I was going to do it. I had taken so many tests and I was tired of walking out of the bathroom and disappointingly shaking my head to Stephen. I looked down at the stick, expecting to see nothing and then a slow negative. But that’s not what I saw. I saw an immediate plus. I said the only thing that could come out of my mouth.

“Oh my God.”

With my jaw dropped and the pee stick in my hand, I walked into the laundry room where Stephen was changing the wash. I was on repeat. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

We decided to take a few days to gather ourselves. We wanted a confirmation from the doctor and we needed to figure out how we were going to tell everyone.

So on January 20, 2010, exactly a year ago today, we told our families that their entire world was about to change.

That paper inside the frame said something along the lines of “Mommy and Daddy will give you a real picture when I get here – I hope you can wait until September! Love, Baby Hurst”

There was screaming and crying, mostly from my mother-in-law. Tears from me. The whole day was overwhelming and I was so ready for it to be over. It was shocking and scary and exciting.

Nothing has been the same since.

January 20, 2011 at 7:17 am 10 comments

Just Some Loser Thoughts

I told you I wasn’t going to blog about Loser this season. This is me… not blogging about Loser.

But really, did you see Biggest Loser last night? What the heck is up with the twin cops with the mustaches? Okay I have never been obese and I have never been away from my family for an extended period of time and I have never felt the wrath of Bob and Jillian. (Can we call them Billian?) So no, I can’t really understand what they are going through. However, we are on week 3 or 4 and they are throwing the weigh-in so they can go home? Are you freaking kidding me? Do you know how many people would kill for the opportunity that you are throwing away? Thousands. No. No. Bagillions. I hope one day you realize how selfish that was. Jerk faces.

Also, while I’m on my rant? I’m all about support and encouragement but that yellow team is a bit over the top. They very much remind me of the days of Coach Mo. You can’t just TAKE a leadership role. But I suppose, just like Coach Mo, they think they have credibility because they used to be athletes. Yes, you were in the Olympics but now you’re on The Biggest Loser. AKA: You, my friend, are in the same boat as every other contestant there. You have things you need to worth through… so how about you focus on YOU for a second.

I think those may be my only comments. I mean obviously I have more thoughts and feelings on the episode, but I’m not going to go on and on because I’m not blogging about Biggest Loser this reason, remember? Except… how the heck does Alison always look good? I mean, I know there are hair and make up people but they aren’t magicians. She’s hot.

Feel free to share your opinions. You know I would love to read them!

January 19, 2011 at 7:17 am 4 comments

Ten on Tuesday (63)

Welcome to another week of Ten on Tuesday. I made up the questions this week. And, as usual, if you don’t like them then send me a set of your own. chelsea (at) rootsandrings (dot) com

1. What’s your favorite color to paint your nails?
I never paint my nails. I hate that it chips so quickly. Also, since my nails grow so fast, there is unpainted nail showing after like 3 days. However, I got the urge to paint my nails on Sunday (WHO AM I??) and, I must say, I sort of love them. Jansen really likes them too. They are OPI’s Dutch Tulips. So are my toenails in case you were wondering.

2. Do you like to sneeze?
I LOVE to sneeze, as long as I’m not driving. It’s so satisfying. I hate the burning nose feeling of when you need to sneeze but it won’t come out. That is torture.

3. How often do you fill up your car with gas?
Stephen fills up the car. We carpool so he always fills the tank. He’s the man. Also, I’m usually in mid-pump. (Yes I pump in the car while we’re driving. Often.) But to answer the question, I think we fill up about once a week.

4. Were you named after anyone?
I don’t think so. Mom? All I know is that they were going to name me Megan but decided against it because it rhymed with my last name. (I think we’ve been through this before.) So then they picked Chelsea and Rebecca and told my brother to pick which he liked best. He liked Chelsea. So now I am Chelsea Rebecca. Isn’t that how the story goes, mom?

5. Have you made any good recipes lately?
Yeah, on Saturday I went grocery shopping and there was a pack of chicken legs on super duper sale. I’ve never cooked with chicken legs before but I figured that was a good time to start. So I search the internet and then PW’s cooking section and ended up making something she calls chicken legs with tomato and garlic. (I think.) It was delicious. Last night I made her stew that she just posted. The flavor was good but it was really thin. I’m not sure if I did something wrong but I prefer thick stews. This was too brothy.

6. What’s an easy money-saving tip that you use regularly?
I shop with coupons and I always stick to my grocery list.

7. Would you rather have a sore throat or an ear ache?
Sore throat. Ear aches make your entire head hurt.

8. Do you have any scars? What are they from?
I have one on my knee from falling off a bike. (Who doesn’t?) I have one on my thigh from a ginormous splinter. I have one on each hand from kitchen burns. I have one on my back because a potential cancerous mole (aka: a dermatologist who loved the knife). And I have lots of stretch marks on my belly- I consider those scars.

9. What are you “known for” in your circle of friends/family? 
I’m addicted to Chapstick. Also, I’m known in my family for being the one who puts things on the internet. And I’m known among my friends as the one who got married and had a baby really young. (I don’t think it’s really young, for the record.)

10. How do you like to eat your pancakes?
I love blueberry pancakes with butter! And syrup on the side. Oh and also with a side of bacon.

Your turn. Link it up!

January 18, 2011 at 7:10 am 22 comments

Oh For Pete’s Sake

That was my tweet last week. “Oh for Pete’s sake.” It was the only thing I could manage to get out that I wouldn’t regret. “My ****** dog” and “Are you ****** kidding me? I will kill her!” did not seem very nice.

Okay y’all, see through my anger. I do love my dog and, for the most part, she is kind of awesome. But every now and then she does something to make me remember that she is an animal and could very well live in the woods on her own and be just fine. DO YOU HEAR THAT, ROOKIE?

Do you remember last year when I told you about how much Rookie hates the mailman and tries the destroy the mail? You can click here if you want a refresher or if you’d like to see the proof. Here are the basics: Our mail comes through a mail drop directly into our house, Rookie hates the mailman, sometimes she chews up the mail as it’s coming through the slot. She got in big trouble earlier this year and has been good ever since.

But, well, last Thursday she out Rookie’d herself.

My mother in law was at our house, as she is every Tuesday and Thursday, because she gets to watch my baby those days. They were relaxing on the world’s most comfortable recliner (seriously) and Rookie was hanging out at their feet. Jansen was asleep and I’m not quite sure about Rookie, whether she was asleep or not is irrelevant as far as I’m concerned.

The mailman approached the door, Rookie didn’t see him coming. As he began to push the mail through the slot, she fah-reaked out. She hopped up and with the speed of an African sprinter, she hauled it towards our front door. The problem with sprinting indoors is two-fold. 1) It is very hard to slow down when you need to. 2) You run into things.

This is what we call foreshadowing.

This is what our front door looks like from the inside.

Yes, the grout is disgusting. It’s stained. I don’t want to talk about it unless the conversation involves you giving me lots of money to hire someone to tear up the floors and install some wood. What I really wanted you to see were the windows on either side of the door. They are these little foot by foot windows running from the floor to the ceiling.

Look there on the right. There is a giant television stand pressed up against the windows. Why, you ask? Well we don’t usually have it there. In fact, it was in the hallway for us to take to Goodwill. But it had to get moved because my IDIOT DOG didn’t stop running and ran smack into the glass.

Do you know what happens when you run at full force towards a window and hit it with a pointy snout? That’s right. It breaks. It shatters and flies down your walk way and (thankfully) misses the mailman to avoid any law suits. It also scares the crap out of your mother in law.

So I get a call at work telling me about the incident. I was this close to telling my mother to letting Rookie out the front door and not letting her back in. Ever. But I love that dog something fierce so after going on and on about how much of an idiot she is, I finally asked if she was okay. She was. She got a gash on her front leg that was bleeding a bit but seemed to be okay.

We ended up taking her to the vet on Friday evening. (And by “we” I mean “Stephen,” as I almost always do when it comes to errands that I dread.) The vet said that she could have had a stitch put in, had we brought her in sooner. I don’t really know if I believe that, I think that doctors will put a stitch in the flu if you let them.

She’s fine now. She’s healing like a champ. She may or may not have learned her lesson regarding the mailman. Stephen talked to the mailman on Saturday and he said she scared the poo out of him. He thought she was going to come flying through the window.

All those posts I’ve written about my smart dog? Ignore them. I don’t care if she can go to her room when she sees us putting our shoes on, or if she can go find Stephen for me if I tell her to. She doesn’t understand two very basic facts. The mailman is not evil. And just because something looks clear, doesn’t mean there is nothing there.

For Pete’s sake.

January 17, 2011 at 7:17 am 16 comments

A List

Friday brain dump…

Yesterday Big Mama announced the book for her first (and maybe, probably last) blog-based book club. I am not sure if I have the energy to, you know, read an entire book that doesn’t have bullet points or pictures but I’m going to try. I downloaded it to my Kindle and I’ll read while I pump. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep about 3 pages into it each time I sit down, but that’s okay. You can’t fail if you don’t at least try. Or something like that. Click here to read her post. We’ll be reading Half Broke Horses: A True Life Novel by Jeannette Walls. She is also the author of The Glass Castle, which so many of you have recommended. (I own it but have yet to read it.)

I blog. Every day. Which means that I put my business, as well as my family’s business, out on the internet every single day. Sure there are details that I don’t share, but a large portion of me is spread out onto the virtual pages of Roots & Rings. In an effort to keep a small bit of privacy, my husband and I have made an agreement that I would not be Facebook friends with blog friends. It’s not personal, it’s just a small thing I can do for my family. If we cross the lines and become real life friends, then I’d be more than happy to be your Facebook friend. I thought I’d address that because I have no less than 11 friend requests pending from blog readers. I can’t bring myself to push “ignore” because I’m really not ignoring you!

Jansen is still waking up one to three times per night. It’s still an easy fix, just stick the binkie in his mouth and he’s back to sleep. But after a solid 3 months of sleeping soundly through the night, this is not a welcomed change. I think we’re going to attempt our first tummy sleep tonight. He may be too big for the Miracle Blanket and ready to be set free. I’m sure I’ll have updated next week. And I’m sure you’re dying to hear all about it.

Once upon a time there was a hurricane named Ike. It hit my house and downed some trees. It left countless empty plots in my neighborhood. It was a bad hurricanes, as most hurricanes are. It took two restaurants away from us. I blogged about one of them here. I haven’t written about the other. It was a burger joint named Tookie’s. They’d been around forever… circa Adam and Eve. The grill was old and seasoned, the burgers were delicious, and the onion rings were out of this world. The rains came down and wiped the restaurant out. We thought they’d just gut it and reopen at some point. But then word got out that they weren’t going to open. It was a sad day. There was mourning and weeping.

But earlier this week my mom heard that there was a new burger place a bit further away, but it was owned by the chef of Tookie’s. So of course we had to check it out to see if this was just a filthy rumor or if we could get my beloved burger with bacon cooked right in the beef. BACON COOKED IN THE BEEF! I’m happy to report, my friends, that it is practically the same place, just under a new name. Now it’s called Stomp’s. And my Squealer is now called a Hog Wild. So the world my be at peace again.

January 14, 2011 at 7:20 am 5 comments

A Day In The Life Of A Nana

Top Ten Reasons Why We Should All Aspire To Be A Nana:

10. Super cozy loveseats.
9. Soft baby blankets on your skin.
8. The sound of binkie sucks.
7. Baby sighs.
6. Can you even imagine the scent??
5. Puppy cuddles.
4. Babysitting the grandkids.
3. Pure relaxation.
2. Daytime naps.
1. A chunky baby sprawled out on your chest.

That’s it. When I grow up I want to be a Nana.

January 13, 2011 at 7:18 am 7 comments

Remember When I Used To Blog About Biggest Loser

Many Wednesdays of this blog’s life have been spent doing very scientific studies of The Biggest Loser. We’ve discussed things like Alison’s cleavage, Jillian’s language, and if Bob and Amanda are dating. Serious stuff, y’all. And then I got pregnant and I was tired all the time so watching Loser got harder. But I did it anyways… I took one for the team. Half of you hate the Loser posts, half of you are only readers because of them. So I guess its win-win. Or lose-lose. Whatever. But then last season the producers changed everything and it was terrible. I watched two episodes and then decided I was going to spend two hours staring at Jansen instead of Biggest Loser.

Well, ladies and gents, I started again. I watched last week to see if had gone back to normal and, for the most part it has… minus the whole two faceless trainers thing.

I don’t have a whole lot to say about last night’s episode except that I loved Alison’s dress and I don’t understand why they aren’t showing us the new trainers’ faces. It’s not like they are known figures. Who really cares? NOT IT.

What I guess I’m trying to say is that I still have a deep love for The Loser. And, well, when you love something, you’ve got to let it be known. Are y’all watching this season?

In other completely unrelated news, Jansen is really growing up. He’s all about grabbing things and trying to shove them in his mouth. The funny part is that he’ll grab something and try to put it in his mouth, but instead his fist will go in his mouth. It’s pretty stinking cute. HE is pretty stinking cute.

We’ve tried his Bumbo several times but he’s never really been a big fan. Not anymore. Big fan:

Sorry it’s dark, I took it with my phone. But you can still see the cuteness through the darkness, right? No? How about this?

January 12, 2011 at 7:03 am 13 comments

Ten on Tuesday (62)

These questions are from my friend, Molly. You can go visit her by clicking here.

1. Is there a band/artist that you HATE? 
I hate hate hate Shania Twain and Coldplay. I dislike Dave Matthews Band, Kenny Chesney, Toby Keith, and all bands that scream so loud that you can’t understand the words.

2. What do you do when you get a gift that you do not like? How do you react?
I like most gifts I receive. And if I don’t like the gift, I still appreciate the gesture, so I can still be thankful for that.

3. How is your work office/cubicle decorated?
It isn’t. Work is not my happy place so I don’t spend much energy making it nice. I have a few pictures on my bookshelf and credenza. I can’t hang anything on my walls because they are decorative glass. I suppose I could tape things up but then it would be weird for my office neighbors.

4. Do you use all of your vacation every year?
Ha. Do we really want to get into this subject? I get 5 days per year… so, yeah. I use it all.

5. Did you have a real or fake Christmas tree?
Fake. And it’s still up. Don’t judge me. We’ll take it down this week. It’s huge and takes a while to take down. We had a full, fun weekend and sort of just ignored it.

6. If you could have anything for dinner tonight, what would it be?
I’m sort of in the mood for a grilled cheese sandwich and homemade tomato soup. We can’t have that though. I have defrosted chicken in the fridge. Plus, my husband doesn’t think we’ve had a meal unless meat is involved.

7. Do you bite your fingernails?
Absolutely not.

8. How many cups of coffee do you drink each day?
Anywhere between zero and four. It depends on how tired I am, if the office pot is full, and how my stomach feels.

9. Do you have a nervous tick?
No, unless you consider putting on Chapstick. I do it mindlessly and often do it to fill dead time.

10.  How often do you vacuum?
Our living room gets vacuumed about 2-4 times per week because we have a giant black rug that collects dog hair. The rest of our house? Not often enough. We have a Roomba but sometimes he gets lost.

Your turn. Link up!


January 11, 2011 at 7:04 am 23 comments

Well Hello There, Monday

I really have no idea where this post is going, but I do know that I have a couple things to cover. It could be an adventure to see how we get there and where we end up.

I’m currently sipping this fantastical chocolate cherry port that we bought from a local winery. I’m normally a white wine sort of gal but I’m making an effort to be an equal opportunity boozer. Bagillions of people love red wine, why can’t I? I’m getting there, friends. Unfortunately as it stands, the two that I enjoy are not in my typical under $10 price range. Stephen and I are quite frugal but I think we’ve decided that a little splurge here and there could make us quite happy.

I had a great weekend. On Friday, Stephen and I stopped at Old Navy so I could buy my first pair of non-maternity jeans in over a year. I’ve been in denial because it’s really difficult to purchase jeans in bigger sizes. It feels like you’re losing, like you’re giving in. But I am so ridiculously tired of my maternity jeans so I gave in. I found two pairs that look good and don’t make me feel bad about my mommy hips. And because God loves me and wants me to be happy, He put a $15 pair of jeggings in my path. They are two sizes larger than my pre-pregnancy size, but I think I’ll just cut off the tag and pretend the are tiny.

Saturday was productive. Jansen slept about 23 out of 24 hours which allowed Stephen and I to do things. Me? I slept. Jansen woke up at 6:30 to eat so I fed him and we went back to sleep until 9:30. It was grand. Then I did random things around the house. Stephen spent about 2 hours on the roof smearing tar all over random holes. We have a couple holes that we’ve been unable to patch. So he bought a can of roof tar the size of Tallahassee (if Tallahassee is huge) and went to town. Unfortunately we found out later that night during The Rainstorm of 2011 that one of the holes is still not patched. Let me tell you, friends, that is enough to make a man go crazy.

Saturday evening I concentrated on keeping Jansen awake so he’d sleep later that night while Stephen made our ENTIRE HOUSE SMELL LIKE A SEWER. You see, he’s started a new hobby. Beer making. I’m a full supporter of this new hobby. It’s like a man’s version of crafting. And he’ll get to drink and share the final product, which I think is great. I just had no idea it was going to smell so bad. I told him that whenever he makes his second batch, I will be out of town that weekend on a Girl’s Trip.

This post certainly makes us sound like lushes.

Sunday was Stephen’s birthday. I now, as I do every year, feel like I’m married to an old man. He only turned 27 and I know that’s not actually old, but every year I feel like it is. This time last year he turned 26 and I kept saying, “Wow, we’re getting old.” Not the point though. The point is that it was his birthday and we had a great day. We started the day with Shipley’s donuts, went to church, and then went to my parents for lunch. His parents and his sister and her boyfriend came over and we all enjoyed crockpot chicken tacos a la Lauren From Texas. For dessert we had an apple crumble that my mom made. So good. That Barefoot Contessa knows what she’s doing.

My parents and his parents went in together and bought him an antique (looking) globe. It’s an item on his “I want to own before I die” list. It beautiful and makes me feel dumb, but he loves it and that makes me happy.

And that puts us here. It’s Sunday evening as I type this. I am watching Iron Chef, Stephen is playing guitar, and Jansen is frantically trying to eat his zoo animals fabric book. We’re one small happy family and the only wish I have at this point is for a few more days in this weekend.

I’m not sure if I covered everything on my agenda but I think we took a nice tour of the weekend.

I used random.org to find the winners of our Gumdrop Greetings giveaway. The name is a link and you should definitely check her out again because she added more items over the weekend. And if you buy a set, you are more than welcome to bless me with some snail mail!

I’m not fancy enough to show screen shots so I’ll just tell you the winners.

The winner of the Hello Pastel Notecards is comment #20, which is Taryn. And the winner of the Free Hug Coupon Mini Notecards is comment #31, which is Krys. Girls, I’ll get you in touch with Erin so you can get your goods.

Ten on Tuesday is posted.

That post wore me out. I’m going to bed.

January 10, 2011 at 7:05 am 5 comments

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