2.09.2010

Still crazy...

To think that in about 5.5 months, we will have a new little person in our life! While waiting to find out the gender is killing me (hellooo baby, LOTS of nursery planning to do), I am having fun shopping for things for me (like this super stylish, yet functional diaper bag - Mia Bossi bag - $200 from Gap.com)

and non-gender-specific toys (like this incredible art table with benches - $89.99 from P'kolino.com!).

Also, interested in the crib I've been eyeing? Its the Mercer crib from, believe it or not, Toys-R-Us. At $399.99 it is a little higher than most, but I love that it is clean, modern, somewhat eco-friendly, and has storage space underneath.
If we have a girl, then I am HIGHLY considering this crib - DaVinci Jenny Lind 3 in 1. I love the classic, vintage look, and can just picture this in a room filled with crisp, white, cheery lemon and pungent raspberry colors.



Augh - I am so excited, and nervous, and delighted, and anxious - all at the same time. What a wonderful experience this is and will be!

Feeling very Shopaholic and Baby today,
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2.08.2010

Steamboat Springs Lowdown

Steamboat was wonderful! It was such a charming town, with the most friendly people and beautiful white powdery snow!

After a direct flight from Memphis to Denver and then a quick zip from Denver to Hayden/Steamboat Springs, we hopped in a shuttle and sped off to Steamboat. Remember that Harry Potter movie where he gets on that crazy fast bus that goes really fast, is really shaky, and has that crazy Jamaican head spinning at the front of the bus? That is quite similar to our experience, without all the wizardry. I have never seen someone so fearlessly drive a vehicle that slips and slides all over the icy roads at high speed with a second thought. Let's just say that Nugget and I had white knuckles for a solid 45 minutes.

We managed to safely arrive to find this lovely scene:
Our condo inside was adorable. These condos are kind of a gamble b/c they are individually owned and the price we paid for the week was not in the neighborhood of high-way robbery. We had no idea what we would be getting (80's neon? 90's pastels?), but in the end, we were very pleased...new granite counter tops, accessories from West Elm, and stainless steel appliances.

Here is the view from our little patio - Yay, I was so glad to be here!
So, fast forward to the next morning. The Knight and I are getting the lay of the land, swishing down different trails, and just enjoying the first day of our much-deserved and awaited vaca. We start feeling a little more adventurous, and switch from greens to blues. One blue, Lower High Noon, was terrifying. Icy, steep, fast, and full of skiiers. I was scared, so instead of going straight down, I started skiing long nearly horizontal lines down the mountain. The lift was in sight at the bottom of the hill, and I was feeling good.

As I rounded one of my many turns, I hit an icy patch, and ate it. My knees went one way, my torso went the other, and all of a sudden I heard "POP!".

My left knee felt funny - kind of noodly, and not stable. The Knight was further down the hill, and he hoofed it back up the mountain, where we and another nice skier waited for ski patrol. Yes, my knee hurt that bad.

Ski Patrol stabilized my knee and wrapped me up in one of those toboggans...imagine a yellow plastic burrito...and I was the filling. Anyway, I was snowboarded/mobiled down the mountain, taken to the ER.
After much hemming and hawing, inspecting and x-raying (protecting the little one, of course), I finally learned that I had torn my ACL and would not be skiing for the rest of the vacation. I finally started to cry.

Needless to say, the rest of my vacation was spent a little differently than I had hoped. The Knight truly behaved like a prince and catered to my every whim. He held me as I hobbled around, brought me food and ice packs, and offered to stay with me the rest of the week so I could convalesce.

Of course, he and I both cooped in the condo was a TERRIBLE idea, so I urge him to don his Knightly garb and head back to the mountain to take on the rest of those ferocious trails.

All the while, his damsel in distress enjoyed hours of Gilmore Girls, physical therapy, and countless spa appointments.

By Wednesday, I was actually able to hobble around on my own (with the help of my crutch and brace), and my spirits lifted. Steamboat has lovely shopping, great places to grab some hot tea, and some of the most charming people I have ever met. While there, we ran into some of the same locals numerous times...they always greeted us, asked how I was doing, and were full of fabulous dining and entertainment suggestions. Such great people.

Here is a shot of the town that I took as I walked/hobbled around. One really cool thing about Steamboat is that the city offers a completely free, clean bus system. We didn't have to rent a car, and only took a cab once. The schedules are easy to understand, and the maps are extremely easy to figure out. Also, some of the buses are hybrids, which I thought was awesome.
While skiing, the Knight made sure to take lots of mountaintop pictures for my enjoyment. Here are a few of the breathtaking views:



A couple of days, I met the Knight on the mountain for a quick lunch and a few belly shots. Even though I wasn't able to ski, just being near the view and the fresh air was so invigorating.

Here is a belly shot of me at 12 weeks. I am pushing out and had just eaten a huge slice of pizza, so it isn't entirely accurate, but all the more fun to realize I have an actual baby inside me!


After lunch, I sent the Knight back to the slopes and I headed for the shops. All in a hard day's work. :)

One night, we enjoyed a sleigh ride and country dinner at a nearby ranch. It is called Saddle Back Ranch, and is an entertainment destination in the winter and a true working ranch in the summer.

The Ranch was family owned, and the owner/husband grilled our steaks and salmon while his owner/wife served up incredible hot cider, salad, bread, potatoes, and some of the best peach cobbler and chocolate pudding. It was delish.

After dinner, one of the ranch hands taught us how to rope a calf. I am proud to admit that I was the first person to rope the calf...and on my first try! I had no idea that I was such a natural. The Knight, on the other hand, had several close, but unsuccessful, attempts.

He can't have all the fun, right? :)
All in all, we had a wonderful time, though quite different than we had initially planned. Once my knee heals, and we have the baby...we will come back, for sure. Hopefully, we can persuade some friends to join in on the fun!
Thanks for following along in my recap of our trip...if you have any other questions, leave me a comment and I will answer them!

Ski boots and leg braces,
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2.03.2010

Facebook Doppelganger

In the spirit of "everyone else was doing it, so I should join in" (something I often fall prey to, with the exception of skinny jeans...still holding out against those), I tried to find my celebrity doppelganger.

I don't really look like anyone that I could think of, so I turned to myheritage.com for help. I'm not sure that 1/2 the people on my list are actual celebrities, but here is what myheritage.com came up with.

What do you think?


MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Free genealogy search - Genealogy sites

2.02.2010

Back from VACATION!

It was amazing. We had so much fun in Steamboat Springs, even with a few snafus (more on that later)! I have tons of pictures, and I'm working on a post with lots of fun details. BEFORE I get to that, though, I have got to dig in to all this work staring at me on my desk!


I went to trial yesterday, and so all my other work had to be pushed to the side. We ended up resolving the case without fully trying it, so I am done with that case and focusing on everything else. When I get to come up for air, you will be the first people I come see!

Happy Tuesday!

Welcome back, now get to work!
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1.20.2010

This post is rated PG.

Why?

Because I'm PG... as in preggers, gotta bun in the oven, knocked up, with child, and vessel of life!

I have been dying to tell everyone, but we waited to tell our families first, then our friends, and then work. Now that the cat is out of the bag, we can tell the whole world!

Right now, I am about 12 weeks. Our little nugget (or hush puppy as my mother calls it) is due in early August. We are really excited and/or anxious depending on the moment.

The day I found out was early on a Sunday morning on December 5th. I took three tests (the last two pictured here), because I was certain the first test was broken.

Pregnant? Me? How could that be possible?

After confirming it not once, but three times, I tried to go back to bed and rest before church. I laid there, paralyzed and decided that I could not just lay there. This was a momentous occasion, and I needed to celebrate! Of course, the only proper way to celebrate a baby on a Sunday is with a big Sunday breakfast. I told the Knight I couldn't sleep and that I was going to make some breakfast. He snored and snoozled cluelessly while I set to work in the kitchen, all the while glancing over at the (cleaned) tests and confirming to myself that "yes, yes indeed, it, no, THEY say I am pregnant. What in the world?" I probably looked like a mad woman in there...tousled bedhead hair, wrinkled robe, simultaneously chuckling and crying, shaking her head, and happily sighing.

Finally, I finished the pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee and carried the covered tray to our bedroom.

I woke the Knight, and he sat in the bed blearily confused as to why in the world he had a steaming tray of food in his lap.

Clearly, I do not make breakfast often enough on the weekends. :)

Unable to contain my excitement anymore, I whipped off the towel and pointed at the word.
"Surprise!"

"BBQ?" He hazily yawned. "Why BBQ?"

"No, silly....it says BABY!" I squealed.

"It does?" He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, now fully alert. "We are? What?? How am I supposed to hug you with all this food in my lap? Come 'ere!"

We pushed the tray aside and hugged and screamed while Henry and Betty helped themselves to the tray of delectables. Everyone was happy.

Fast forward 8 weeks, and here is the Nugget Roberts.
Everything seems to be going great, and for the first time yesterday I got to hear its tiny (but very STRONG) heartbeat. It was incredible.

So far, I've been feeling okay. Nausea, fatigue, food aversions (& Cheez-its cravings!), and headaches have tormented me, but I am not giving in. Soon, I should be entering the blissful period where I have boundless energy and feel beautiful in my ever expanding body. I eagerly await those days.

Of course, I will continue to keep you updated, because, um, HELLO! We get to decorate a nursery! And shop for baby clothes. This should be fun.

Also, it appears that our long-planned ski trip will now be what is apparently referred to as a babymoon. We didn't know I was PG when we planned the trip, but thank goodness it is scheduled for next week because my fabulous doctor said I can't go too many more weeks and safely ski.

Steamboat, here we (three) come!
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1.19.2010

MLK Day, circa 2001


Nine years ago yesterday, the Knight and I met for the very first time. My sorority and his fraternity had gone to Paoli, Indiana for some Midnight Madness skiing.

While all my girly-girl sisters were in the lodge sipping on hot chocolate and engaging in some hard-core flirting, I was hitting the slopes all by my lonesome. The Knight, his best friend, and I ended up on a lift ride together. After that, we spent the rest of the night skiing, and the rest is history.

I love you, darling! So glad our paths crossed on the powder, and looking forward to celebrating our ski-versary next week in Steamboat! Whoo-hoo!

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1.12.2010

What a wonderful wedding!

My big little bro is married!


The Knight, Betty and I braved the icy Tennessee, Arkansas, and Oklahoma roads last Thursday and hoofed it to Tulsa! As soon as we arrived, we got caught up in the wedding frenzy!

On Friday, the bridesmaids (my sister and I were two of 12!) went to a lovely nail bar for a mani/pedi with the bride, followed by a lovely lunch at a place called Cardigans. Isn't that the cutest name?

As soon as we finished nom-nomming it up (I had a wedge salad and french onion soup - yum!), Mom and I headed to El Guapo's to check on the restaurant's progress in getting ready for the rehearsal dinner. Poor Mom had no clue exactly how many people were coming to the dinner (between 50 and 100, my brother told her), so she had to scour the city for a place that could quickly and flexibly accommodate such a large difference in the number. El Gaupo's is this really cool, kind of upscale Mexican restaurant in an artsy fartsy part of Tulsa.

Everything was already set up - it looked great. Black tablecloths, mismatched wooden chairs, long rows of tables, and candles. All it needed was our flower arrangements, the food, and the people!

We left feeling relieved and excited, and headed to go buy flowers for the dinner. Our trip to get flowers took a little longer (you can blame me for being so picky), so by the time we got home, it was 4:30 p.m. We were supposed to be back downtown by 5:30, and I wasn't even dressed yet! Augh!

We hurriedly put together 16, yes, I repeat 16 flower arrangements, threw on our clothes and rushed to the church. We got there just in time to hear the crazy wedding planner lady (are they always crazy, or just in my life?), and began rehearsal.

Afterwards, everyone headed to the dinner and in the end, 80 people showed up. El Guapo's handled everything beautifully, and the fajita bar was a hit. I am still craving their fresh guacamole! After the meal, people began their toasts. This was my favorite part of the weekend, getting to hear all these different people from my brother's and sister-in-law's lives talk about their crazy adventures and wonderful friendships with these two special people. Some tears (okay, a lot) were shed, but they were all happy tears.

After the dinner, the bridesmaids headed over to the MOB's house to continue the warm feelings and sappiness. I am a sucker for sap, but I was EXHAUSTED. I'm glad I went though, because I really feel like I got to know my future sister better. Hearing from others how she is such a strong, inspiring, and devoted friend gave me even more confidence that she will be a fabulous wife to my dear brother.

Saturday morning started off with a bang, and my sister and I rushed to the hair salon to begin our wedding day preparations.


(my precious little sis!)

1 bride, one mother of the bride, 12 bridesmaids, and 2 flower girls in one salon was sheer lovely madness. We got all purtied up, headed to church and began the pictures.

Ahh, pictures. Did I mention that it was fuh-reezing in Tulsa? Like 10-16 degrees outside. Oh yeah, plus straight line winds. AWESOME. It was a beautiful clear, but bitterly cold day. Everyone knows that pictures are better outside, so we sucked it up Sports Illustrated Swimsuit style, and braved the cold for some wedding day pictures. I hope they turn out well, because they went fast!

I haven't seen the professional ones yet, but here are a few snapshots that I stole/borrowed from FB.

(before the wedding)

(here comes the Bride!)
(saying "I Do")

(such a lovely couple)

(hurrah - Married!)

The wedding itself was gorgeous. It was held in a beautiful old church, First United Methodist, with huge stained glass windows, arched carved wooden doors, and the largest organ in Oklahoma.



(Pictures courtesy of here and here.)

Amazing. My brother and his bride wrote their own vows, and when they were done reciting them, the entire church was teary and sniffly. Who knew my brother was such a poet?

After a joyous recessional, we headed to the reception for some delicious food, drinks, and dancing. The DJ was great, and even my dad cut a rug during the cupid shuffle. Huh-larious.

All in all, it was a fantastic wedding celebration weekend for two fantastic people. The now Mr. and Mrs. R deserve the best in life, and I hope their marriage is long, happy, and full of laughs and many children!

Church kisses and champagne toasts,

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