Sleeping Woes and Belly Pictures

So I am not a morning person… but apparently when your “ute” (not my BCS buster team, but my anatomy) is the size of a soccer ball… it affects my sleep patterns. Moms already know this. Dads may be aware of it. 

I kept thinking my pregnancy was near perfect because I only had “morning sickness” one actual morning .. any other time I lost my lunch (or dinner); well it was really just Holden telling me he doesn’t enjoy processed foods and the Crown Burgers French fries would have to wait until après nursing. (Btw, did you know that the average age for babes to get off-the-teet world-wide is like four years old?!?!?!? That’s craziness… I hope this recession doesn’t force us to tap into our food storage and Holden to have to be hooked-on-boobics until then.) I kid.

OK, so it’s like 5-something in the morning. I’m not usually up at this time, but like I said, sleep escapes me these days.

I’ve missed you people. It’s been more than a wek since we last chatted(Veep Debate - yawner, except the SNL spoof -- and another Presidential debate (need to finish watching), and since we don’t have much time (and it’s hard to have a real conversation via blog) I’ll just tell you about me. ;)

This week:

I celebrate my 9 year anniversary with SkyWest Airlines. A year and a half of that I collected business cards as a flight attendant from cheesy men for who for some reason thought that I wanted them to take me out. What is it with men? You’re friendly to them and all of the sudden they think you want them?!?! 

SkyWest has been a pretty cool gig for me and my fam. The flight benefits have obviously been great (New York, San Francisco, DC and a host of state-side gems… plus Tokyo, Paris, Switzerland, Mexico… pretty solid). I’ve carried the Olympic flame on a plane to Alaska – (sadly, I couldn’t see Russia from Juneau --guess I’m not qualified to be Vice President.) 

I’ve written magazine articles, columns, stayed in cool B&Bs, been to film festivals, conferences and made friends around the world. I’ve built advertising campaigns, taken 4am phone calls from CNN (as a newlywed- eek!) and been treated to cuisine around the country so I’d “say something nice” about them in our mag. Not too shabby. So thanks SkyWest – who knew I was loyal enough to stick around this long?

Also, this week, Holden turns 25 weeks in the womb (January is coming soon!!!). It’s time to bite the bullet and get some belly picture posted. I did mention my uterus is the size of a soccer ball right? And even though my son weighs less than 2 lbs, it is crazy how much “growth” has happened in the past month and a half!!!

So camera 1, camera 2. (Don;t get excited... this is NOT what I currently look like...


Here I am (a month and a half ago) in my yoga gear up in Upstate Utah (aka Eden, Ogden Valley) with Danny . We did topless yoga that morning, but I didn’t think those pictures were really appropriate for this thing. I mean, you and I are close… but we’re not THAT close, eh?

Now...fast forward a month and a half. We went to some benefit concert/dinner for the Utah Chamber Artists on Monday night for family night and here I am trying to do my best red carpet with my lovely lady lumps. Black is slimming, but even it can’t hide the truth from a side view!


There you have it... 

Holden must know I'm talking about him... He just kicked me. I think the kid wants some OJ. 

C'est tout!

-moi

Bonjour mes amis!

So much to write about . . . .

We returned from our fabulous European Va-cay last week, and I have loads to unload about.

SKINNY JEANS AND FLATS – A WINNING COMBINATION

First off, let me say that both my legs, my husband and my non-arthroscopic knee doctor are going to be thrilled with the Parisian fashionistas. They were ALL in skinny jeans and flats! It was like an 80s flashback reunion. I mean, I saw like 10 women in heels the whole time I was in Paris and they looked out of place.

I expect this to catch on with the masses in Utah in about 2 years (I know some ppl in Utah wear this, but they are either a) shopping at the Gateway Mall and have a fake Louis VItton handbag or b) living in Southern Utah, and never made the transition to “boot-cut” flared jeans 10 years ago . . .

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AU NATURAL

Second – the Parisians are natural beauties. Hardly any of them wore make up – pretty much the only people who are “made-up” over there are the Americans and the Germans. All the lovely olive skinned idyllic Paris femme-fatales were eating croissants and sipping espressos from tiny cups that resembled my nieces tea party set for her dolls. It was all quite fabulous.

They just looked so amazing – not "made up" . . . but totally put together. You know how in the states during the grunge era, so many of us tried to spend time looking like we just rolled out of bed; but really we spent a lot of time looking like we spent no time?

Yeah – it wasn’t really like that . . .

But it did look like their hair had been wind-blown and then tied back out; more for pragmatics than perfection. But that’s just it – it was perfection! The humidity of the French climate made supple curls around the face – softening their striking features and giving them an almost ethereal look. . . (well, as ethereal as on can look while smoking a cigarette, I suppose).

Like I said, little to no make-up. . . in fact, the Americans that were “done up” looked so out of place. Like they were wearing stage make-up in the middle of the afternoon . . . “American in Paris” take fourteen!

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I love American toilets . . .

French women aren’t fat and the men are downright "imo" looking ...

Danny and I slept 12 hours the fist night there – probably could’ve slept longer but my dad wanted to wake us up.

Yoga feels good anywhere I do it – even in a corner and Cincinatti International Airport.


It drove me crazy that I couldn’t speak the language. . . on a similar note, my husband is much more of an extrovert when he's speaking french.