Blog Identity Crisis

So...I apparently have commitment issues. "Hi, my name is Jessica and I have changed my blog background countless times in the two months since I've started it."
In my defence, I had finally found a background I liked with little birds...then I realized that it's Memorial Day and I wanted to be patriotic. Only, the only backgrounds I found were blatantly for the 4th of July. Now I'm just telling myself that I'm just really, really prepared for the next holiday. And patriotic.

On that note, Happy Memorial Day! K and I went to town this morning for the Memorial Day parade. This year the town recognized all the WWII vets in the area by inviting them to ride along in the parade. Then, we went to the cemetery for a Memorial Day service followed by a lunch. (Not in the cemetery, that would be strange! It was uptown at the Vet's club) K's grandpa was in the parade since he served in the air force. I couldn't help but think of both of my grandpa's who served...I wish I would have got to know more about what they did in the war before they passed.

In other news, I started my period yesterday. Arrrgh. Usually I have a build-up of slight cramping that leads me to realize the impending doom of my period starting. Actually, it's an agonizing wait as I try really hard to convince myself that no, I don't really feel cramping. But...I do. Anyway, this time it just started. And it was early. Which...is kinda nice. Don't get me wrong, I want to be pregnant. However, the agonizing wait between ovulation and my period is crazy long. 16 to 17 days my friends. This time the 2ww was literally that, two weeks. On to the next cycle. (Which will bring new doctors and hopefully answers)

You're going to read WHAT?!

The other day at school, I asked my co-teacher how her sister was doing. (Her sister also had a lap done and they found endo) She told me how her sis went to a woman who can read the eyes. This lady said that my co-teacher's sister had a weak tube and recommended some herbs for her to take.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that this all sounds a bit wacky. However! At this point I'm up for anything. So, I call this eye-reading herb lady and ask for an appointment. It turns out that she's book. Till January. Is she really that busy? I mean how many people go to get their eyes read? Apparently more that I'm aware of!
So, anyway. The reciptionist asks if I'd like to see another woman who specializes in reflexology and has worked with infertile people before. I say yes, but ask what the difference is between her and someone who reads the eyes. The kindly reciptionist says: "Well, an irdologist reads the eyes. A reflexologist reads the feet."
WHAT? Someone's going to tell me why I can't have babies by reading my feet? Certinally you must be joking. Right? You just want to make me laugh?
Ummm....nope. I looked it up online (because that's where the brillant minds share their lifetime of research and work) and it's true. So, I scheduled an appointment. At the moment I'm looking at this as an adventure.

Now, my friends...I have a certain problem with my feet. It wasn't enough that my baby toes are smooshed. Nope, in college I had a monster of an ingrown toenail. At least, that's what they claim was the problem. (It took a month to diagnose this) I had part of my toenail removed. This solved the problem for a while...until I was soaking in our (former) hottub. After a nice, leasurely soak I got out. My toe nail FELL OFF. I'm not kidding. I wish I was.
Fast forward to the present: my toe nail has grown back; however, it's slightly deformed and a bit yucky. Well, at least I think it is. Truth is...I keep toe nail polish on it at all times. So I can fool myself (and others) that I have a normal nail.
Why am I going into all this detail? I'm well aware that you didn't need to know this disgusting intimate detail about my toe. However...I would like you to sympathize with how I felt when I found out that I'll have to show my toe to this poor, unsuspecting foot-reader who's going to magically cure my infertility.

Date Night

Wow, so I went to log in and thought to myself..."Self, what's your password?" Yes, it has been an extremely long time since I've last wrote! I thoroughly recognize this and could make up many excuses: I just had conferences...I only have two weeks (WHOO HOO!!!) left with the kids and life's busy...but, the truth? I'm lazy. Yep, that and the fact that there's really not that much to write about.
So, K and I went to the movies last night. We had a hard time deciding what to do and when he said, so, are there any movies you want to see? I'm like, yes...there is one. Letters to Juliet. I had seen previews for it sometime (goodness knows when since we like never go to the movies and I fast forward through all commercials) and had a brief recollection that it *might* just be a chick-flick. I could have divulged this piece of information...but I didn't. Now, on K's part he also could have asked, "Hey, Jess, what is this movie all about?" But he didn't.
After dinner (at Bob Evan's which, surprisingly we both really like), we went to WalMart to get some contraband candy. We pick up the candy, pay for it and some other food for today, and begin to walk out the door. Then I'm all like, let's get some pop to drink! I have a big purse, we can totally sneak it in. So, K goes to the vending machine and pays the insanely high amount for a bottle of sprite*. Out pops a water. WHAT?? If I wanted water do you really think I'm going to pay $1.25 for a bottle of cancer water? No, I'm going to fill up my cool aluminium bottle and sneak that into my purse. I want Sprite!
We take it to the greeter (who was a bit grumpy) and he said we had to take it to the Customer Service. We do and she fixed the problem...until K asked if he could buy another bottle at the desk. Sure, she says..."That'll be $1.48." Note: for future reference it's cheaper to but a bottle out of the vending machine than it is to buy from the coolers in the store. At this point I'm like "Huh?? Why are you buying another bottle? I have a big purse, but after we stuff one 20oz bottle and the bag of Flipz in it it's not going all fit!" We end up leaving with one bottle of Sprite and Flipz and head towards the truck. I work on stuffing all the food into my purse and begin laughing at the sheer size and weight my purse has blossomed to be.
I'm not sure if you're aware...but I'm a real big stickler for following the rules. Seriously. It's kinda a curse. So, I walk two steps behind K as he goes to buy the tickets because I'm all like "What if they notice the bulging size of my purse? Did I hide the Sprite okay? Is the bag of Flipz sticking out the top?" Rationally, my purse doesn't look any bigger than other woman's purse...but it's really big for me. And heavy. And I'm sure I'm going to get caught. Then I see the sign: NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR BEVERAGES. Oh dear. Again, rationally...I knew this. That's why I'm sticking a bottle of pop and pretzels in my purse in the first place. But to see it in writing...stupid rules.
So, we purchase the tickets and then go to the girl who rips them in half and tells you which direction your theatre is. We walk up all smiley, K hands her our tickets, and she reads them.

Ticket wench: Aww....how sweet. Looks at K. You're going to have so much fun at this chick flick.

What I think is: Really? REALLY? Do you really need to make my husband feel stupid for coming to this movie with me?
What I say: (sarcastically I might add) Thanks, we will.

Ticket wench: Stares at us with a stupid smile on her face
Me: Where is our movie?
Ticket wench: Oh right. It's the fourth door on the left. Have fun!

Blargh. Oh well. The movie was pretty good and had beautiful scenery of Italy. The ending was kinda stupid...but overall I'd give it a 'B.'

Oh, and as for the Flipz and Sprite? We both felt a bit guilty hauling in contraband food and had like 10 flipz and didn't even open the Sprite!


*Sprite: I now have this irrational fear of drinking pop that is caffieinated. Why? No, I'm not pregnant...but I've read it might hinder my chances. See, it goes back to the following of rules thing!