God Is Bigger than the Boogey-Man

As some of you may have heard, there are some budget-related arguments going on in Washington. If Congress cannot come to some sort of an agreement on budget cuts and spending, thousands of people across the U.S. that work in government and government-related jobs may have to take a furlough or just lose their job entirely. (For full report on the impact, there’s an article here.)

Huff the Hubs works on a military installation and may have to be one of those people that take a furlough. Granted, it won’t be forever and it won’t impact our day-to-day finances that much. However, it’s still an unknown and unknowns tend to make me want to curl up in the fetal position while someone gingerly strokes my hair singing “Soft Kitty”.

It’s not just the financial aspect, either. With these cuts also brings fewer air traffic controllers and fewer security personnel at airports. (For those of you who don’t know, I’m terrified of air travel. Even though I’ve been overseas twice and flown all around this nation, it still terrifies me. Probably because the first time I ever flew was two months after the attacks on September 11, 2001.)

And Huff the Hubs and I just put a down payment on a “babymoon” to London*. In two months. When the sequester starts.

This also means that our hopes of saving a down payment for a house, saving for a new “family” car (I drive a tiny pickup), and getting to Baby Step 3 will all be pushed back quite a ways.

Needless to say, I’ve had some anxiety.

I’ve been worrying and fretting (and pregnancy hormones aren’t really helping) about everything from “What if we can’t afford a crib?”  to “What if we crash in the Bermuda Triangle?”

I talked to my sister yesterday and when I told her this, she said, “Why are you letting Satan steal your joy?”

After massaging the toes she just stepped on, I realized she was right. This baby is a blessing and our trip is also a blessing. Both things, Huff the Hubs and I believe, are from Him*. And He’s not going to give us something that’s bad for us.

Then, I thought back to the words I had spoken to Huff the Hubs just a few months ago:

“God’s not going to bless us with a baby without a way to take care of it.”


Yes, it’s true we live in an uncertain world in uncertain times. But there is one thing I’m certain of: God is bigger than my fears, my anxieties, and my doubts.

*Before Huff the Hubs and I knew I was pregnant, we decided we needed to take a big trip this year. We knew we’d probably have a baby, and we wanted to go before the responsibility hit us like a ton of bricks. We prayed about it, saved for it, and truly felt like this was a God thing. We got our passports before I found out I was pregnant (a move we both believe was God’s way of saying: “You need this trip!”) and we booked before the sequester. We’re savers and we’re still able to afford the trip. Some people may say we should use the trip money for other things, but 1. its already been earmarked in our financial plan and 2. this trip will be something we will cherish since it will be our last as just a married couple. Soon, we’ll be parents and it’ll be harder to do these things. So we could cancel and not get our deposit back. Or, we could go and enjoy each other’s uninterrupted company. I chose uninterrupted company.

Yet Another Reason Why Marvel Rocks

I’ve spoken many times about why I love being a geek. The community around those that are obsessed with superheroes, sci-fi, fantasy, and all those awesome things is amazing. Even those who work behind the scenes (or right smack dab in the scenes) “get” why people love what they do and the fandom it creates.


Like the folks Marvel.


In New Hampshire lives a little boy named Anthony that is obsessed with The Avengers (which, what little boy isn’t?). Anthony, however, has a condition that forces him to wear a bright blue hearing aid. His mom had been struggling to get him to wear it for quite some time. His response when she would tell him to put it in was: “Superheroes don’t wear them so I won’t.”


Desperate, his mother went to the Marvel Comics website and found a generic email address under the “Contact Us” tab. She wrote an email, explaining the situation and asking for help. A few weeks later, Anthony received a package in the mail.


Inside were comic books with a new Avenger: The Blue Ear.

super-hero boy


Yes, the good people at Marvel made an Avenger modeled after little Anthony! The Blue Ear has super sonic hearing and can hear a pin drop in another state! One of the comic books even has the Blue Ear working along side fellow Avenger, Hawkeye!


When asked why Marvel answered the call, editor Bill Rosemann said: “Our mantra is what (Marvel Comics chief) Stan Lee said: ‘With great power there must come great responsibility’. Our guys thought, ‘If I have the ability to draw, I am going to use it to help someone like Anthony feel comfortable about his hearing aid.’”


And boy did they!


Anthony’s mom says that now he’s wearing his hearing aid every day and has become much more confident! “He goes up to kids and says, ‘Hey, I have a little ear and a blue ear. Do you want to play?’”


I can’t wait to see what’s in store for The Blue Ear!

Try It Tuesday

I had every intention of doing a super difficult Try It Tuesday, just because I wanted to challenge myself. But, seeing as how my pantry is nearly empty (seriously, even the moths have gone away), and grocery day isn’t until Friday, I perused Pinterest for something simple yet intriguing.

Lately, I’ve been eating a lot of popcorn. Mostly because its an easy way to get in whole grains and it also satisfies this preggo’s need for salty without eating an entire bag of Funyuns.

So when I saw this gem, I knew I had to try it:

Kettle popcorn = crack.

Kettle popcorn = crack.


Not only was it my favorite snack, but it only called for FOUR ingredients! And I had all of them! Woot woot!

Nom, nom, nom.

Nom, nom, nom.

(Granted, the recipe called for canola oil and I didn’t have that. I only use EVOO. I’m a snob.)

I followed the directions, which, at times were not very helpful. At one point she says: Put the oil in the pot on medium-high heat until you see a faint puff of smoke. Um, yeah. I NEVER saw a faint puff of smoke. I was watching so intently, however, that I started imagining smoke. Seriously; I saw my bangs move out of the corner of my eye and thought: SMOKE! 

The directions said you could also toss a kernel in there and when it popped, you knew it was ready to drop in the sugar. So I plopped a kernel and it popped. I took it as a sign to move forward, so I did. Sigh. 

I pour in the sugar and then the popcorn kernels. I was so excited! yummy kettle corn on its way to my tummy! Yummy, yummy! (And yes, I did sing that to myself as I poured the kernels in the pot.)

You are so getting eaten.

You are so getting eaten.

I waited for the kernels to pop. I shook the pot every 20 seconds like the instructions said. After almost 5 minutes with no sound of popping coming from the pot, I admitted defeat.

*Charlie Brown voice* Good grief.

*Charlie Brown voice*
Good grief.

Yeah. I actually think I heard my stomach stifle a sob. We were really looking forward to this yummy treat.

I’m still not exactly sure what went wrong. Maybe I should have used canola oil? Did I have the burner on too high? Was my song not inspirational enough for the kernels to pop? Whatever it was, this was just sad. But, on the bright side, now I’ve invented a new snack: candied popcorn kernels!


Ain’t No Party Like an Oscar Party

Now that Downton Abbey is over, I lamented the fact that my Sunday nights would no longer be filled with the rich and infamous dressed in fancy gowns, arguing over who is better than whom while feigning niceties to those around them.


My sadness was short lived when I remembered that the Oscars were coming and I’d be able to see the exact same thing, minus the British accents.


Really, the only awards show that I watch is the Academy Awards. Because, honestly, it’s the only one that matters. The Golden Globes, the SAGs, and even the Critics Choice are comparable to a smiley face sticker on your homework. The Oscars, however, are like that medal you received for perfect attendance and everyone in the school had to clap for you while you stood there looking smug. Yeah, the Oscars are THAT cool.


Granted, I went to bed after Adele sang so I didn’t get to see the “major” awards handed out. But, I did watch a short recap and came up with my favorite moments of the night:


1. Joseph Gordon Levitt and Daniel Radcliffe Singing and Dancing.

I. LOVE. JGL. And Dan-Rad. I’ve missed my lighting-scarred pal ever since the curtain closed on Harry Potter (and I refuse to see The Woman In Black. I don’t need nightmares.) And Joseph is so freakin’ cute. I’ve loved him since he was a long-haired alien on Third Rock From the Sun. Put the two of them together and you get a squealing, giggling me.


2. Seth McFarlane’s Inappropriate Boob Song

Yes, it may have been crude. But its Seth McFarlane. Its like inviting Mariah Carey to sing karaoke and then getting upset when she hogs the mic. Its to be expected. (Also, I loved how Seth said that nobody had seen Jennifer Lawrence’s boobs and it went to a pre-recorded shot of her saying “Yesss!” Love that girl.)


3. Christopher Plummer Being Awesome

"I defeated the Nazis with singing children and a nun. What have you done today?"

“I defeated the Nazis with singing children and a nun. What have you done today?”

Dude may be 150 years old, but he is still looking good. And he’s pretty quick-witted and seems to still have a way with the ladies. I swear I saw him wink and Helen Hunt at some point while on stage. Like a boss.


4. Anne Hathaway’s Acceptance Speech

Let me clarify: I didn’t like her speech. Every time she feigns humility and tries to come up with a clever joke, she always falls flat.  And last night when she received yet another award for a movie she was in 45 minutes, I grew weary of her again. When she stood up on the stage and looked at her award and said “It came true” I wanted to vomit. Not only that, but she kept sounding like she was out of breath. I was like, “Anne. You were sitting on the front freaking row! How can you be out of breath?! You either need to up your cardio or get an inhaler.”


5. Kristen Stewart Looking Like A Train Wreck

Homegirl looked a hot mess. Normally when I see her in magazines, not smiling and un-showered, I don’t really think anything of it. But last night was the biggest night in Hollywood. When I saw K Stew hobbling onto the Red Carpet, I literally gasped. Why, why would you show up to the Academy Awards and not wash your hair?! And also, if you’re on crutches, you need to wear a dress that will not slip and make you have many “quick saves”. Also, when she presented with Dan Rad, she obviously looked like she couldn’t care less that she was there. The exasperated sighs were enough for me to yell at the TV: “OMG, don’t go next year!” (In all honesty, she probably didn’t want to go this year. Seeing as how the entire cast and crew of Snow White and the Hunstman were there and everybody knows about her and the director’s sexcapades.) But still, you didn’t have to go, K Stew.



Fan Girl Friday

I have so much awesome to help you kick off the weekend its ridiculous.

With the Oscars this weekend, I thought we could all get in the spirit with a movie-related post. True, not all of the films I’m about to talk about have been Oscar-nominated (though some have taken home quiet a few Razzies) but they’re still blowin’ up the interwebs this week!


What do you get when you cross a singing, French prostitute and a mutant Hobbit with an affinity for duplicity?

This video:

I won’t lie. At first I thought: Heh, this is pretty funny. Then I thought: This is just wrong. If I was conflicted, now you have to be. Sorry, that’s the way this relationship is going to work, peeps.


If that wasn’t odd enough, brace yourselves.

Remember back in 2006 when we heard that a Transformers movie was going to come out that next summer? Remember how happy we were? We reflected back to the days of our youth when we’d watch the antics of the Autobots on Saturday mornings? Then remember in 2007 when we all wanted to pelt Michael Bay with stale popcorn and lament the fact that he ruined such a great series from our childhood? Yeah. I do too. Well get ready. We may have to do it again.

"Now you know what happens when you insult a director: you have to do a movie with Sascha Baron Cohen."

“Now you know what happens when you insult a director: you have to do a movie with Sascha Baron Cohen.”

Evidently, he and Megan Fox have made up from their “little disagreement” and he is now considering her to play April O’Neil in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle movie! Ugh! *Throws Lego® Rafael across the room and screams like Shredder*




We could all use a heart-warming story right about now. Thankfully, I’ve got one.


While perusing Pinterest (and trying to block my vision of the stack dishes in the sink) I came across this:


I immediately thought: “OMG! This is why JK Rowling is awesome and Harry Potter kicks some serious hippogriff hiney!”

But then I thought: “Wait. This is the internet. Is this true?”

After some research, I found out it IS true!

The actress who plays Luna Lovegood, Evanna Lynch, did an interview with the British mag, The Sun, back in 2010. She credited Rowling with helping her get better and says that Luna was an inspiration to her. Behold, the power of reading.


And finally, Tributes, here’s something else to make you squeal with glee!

the-hunger-games-catching-fire victory tour

Check out the latest promotional poster for Catching Fire! Isn’t it awesome?! I cannot wait for this movie to come out! Granted, I’ll have my own little tribute by that time, but Momma’s still gonna go to the midnight showing. Because, well, let’s face it; I’ll probably be up anyway.



Why I Think Pregnancy is Like A Cymbalta® Commercial

Have you ever seen those commercials for anti-depressants? Of course you have, what am I talking about? The only commercials on TV now are either prescription medication commercials or that weird commercial for McDonald’s Fish Bites® (must be Lent season).


Anyway, those commercials typically list a variety of symptoms that mean you’re clinically depressed. If you listen closely, you’ll find that they are also symptoms of pregnancy. Don’t believe me? Let’s take a look, shall we?


Do you suffer from…


1. The inability to eat?

When you’re constantly dry-heaving over the toilet (or trashcan, out the car window, and in one rare case, your cubicle partner’s potted fern) with morning sickness, you typically don’t have an appetite.


2. Overeating?

On those rare days when morning sickness seems to wane, one thought and one thought alone enters your mind: “I WILL EAT EVERYTHING IN THE KITCHEN!”


3. Insomnia or Sleepiness?

It’s the strangest thing: when you’re pregnant, you sleep during the day and can’t sleep at night. I feel like a freaking possum without the awesome ability to see in the dark.


4. Frequent mood changes?

The other day, Huff the Hubs made a joke. It wasn’t that funny, but in the moment I thought he was George frakking Carlin. I literally laughed for four straight minutes. Then, I immediately burst into tears. Which last about 20 minutes. All the while I kept saying: “I don’t know I’m crying!” (Shhh….just rock in the corner and chew your hair…)


5. Zero interest in things you used to enjoy?

You mean like showering? And wearing pants that don’t have elastic waist bands? Yeah. Screw that. Where’s that half-eaten bag of Funyuns…?


Alas, there are some ways pregnancy isn’t like depression. You can have people do stuff for you just because you’re knocked up. You have an excuse as to why you ate your sister’s entire plate of onion rings while she went to the bathroom. You can also use morning sickness as a way to get out of stuff (“Your dog’s in a fashion show? Oh, I would but I’m not feeling too hot…”). I’m still counting down the days to the magical second trimester, where everything is unicorns and butterflies. And, actually, THAT sounds better than any anti-depressant commercial out there.



Bad Nursery Ideas

Today, Huff the Hubs and I got to hear Baby H’s heartbeat for the first time. It. Was. Awesome.

Hearing that made it all so real. I feel like I have so much to do! The biggest challenge? Trying to figure out how to decorate the nursery. I Googled: “Nursery Ideas”. I found some good ideas and some not-so-good ideas.


For example:

If Marilyn Manson were to have a child, I’m fairly certain this would be in the little devil’s nursery:

They see me rollin', they hatin'...

They see me rollin’, they hatin’…


I know what you’re thinking: Nothing can be worse than that! Just wait.


Personally, I don’t think Baby H needs some fancy-schmancy crib that can only be used until he/she is two. However, I think we could spring for something a little better than this:

"When I said I wish I was The Little Mermaid, this isn't what I had in mind."

“When I said I wish I was The Little Mermaid, this isn’t what I had in mind.”



I guess cribs don’t really matter as much as other things, like car seat and strollers. After all, you have to keep your child’s safety in mind:

Kids always want to play with the box.

Kids always want to play with the box.


I guess one of my biggest fears–aside from a hideous nursery–is that I won’t be able to get the hang of parenting. But I guess its a learn-on-the-job type of thing, huh?

Are these eco-diapers?

Are these eco-diapers?


Eh, I guess all parents screw their kids up in some way….


Try It Tuesday

In my life, there are three food groups:

1. Chocolate

2. Peanut Butter

3. Things made of chocolate and peanut butter

And thankfully, my sister has the same philosophy. Which is why today’s Try it Tuesday is from Bridget!

Here is the original pin:

Drooling yet?

Drooling yet?

Bridget gathered up the ingredients for the recipe:

I'd pretty much eat each one of these straight from their jars.

I’d pretty much eat each one of these straight from their jars.

And then mixed up the batter for the cake:

Nom, nom, nom.

Nom, nom, nom.

After that, she whipped up the peanut butter mousse and added it to the top:

OMG. I think my fetus is salivating.

OMG. I think my fetus is salivating.

Then, she got ready for an awesome episode of How I Met Your Mother and a tasty treat:

The perfect evening.

The perfect evening.

She said the cake was pretty good, maybe a little too rich/not as flavorful as other cake mugs from Hungry Girl, but still pretty good!

Pajama–er–Presidents Day!

My fellow ‘Mericans. So sorry if you had to schlep to work today. I, however, took the day off and have rarely been off the couch. (There’s a fairly large indention where my pregnant behind has been. I don’t think it’ll ever recover.)


With that being said, nothing much happened today. Well, nothing blog worthy anyway. So, to bask in the glow of a day off from work with literally nothing to show for it, I give a very lazy post with a snarky card:


"They call me Aaron Burr by the way I'm droppin' Hamilton's."

“They call me Aaron Burr by the way I’m droppin’ Hamilton’s.”

Fan Girl Friday

Its Friday, Friday, gonna get my geek on on Friday! 

Welp, Valentine’s Day is over and done with (thank goodness) so now we can all bask in the glow of the now dying roses and drown our troubles with a heart-shaped box of Russell Stover’s.

Thankfully, I’m here to turn that frown upside down with some awesomely nerdtastic finds!


If you’re desperate to keep the romance alive and burnin’ with your geek, I’ve got just the thing (or things) for you! Check out this aromatic candles from Think Geek!

You smell like a Hobbit, my Precious.

You smell like a Hobbit, my Precious.

The scents come in: Middle Earth, Retro Arcade, Space, and Teen Spirit.  (I’m a little hesitant to recommend the arcade one though. I think it would smell like feet, cotton candy, and teenage angst.)


Check out this awesome bed from Tech 4 Globe!

My bed's a little lumpy.

My bed’s a little lumpy.

Here’s the description from the website: This unique bed is made from 120 medium sized sofa balls covered in elastic fabric. The crazy thing about this bed is that you can change its form. It doesn’t have to be horizontal bed all the time. You can pull up the sofa balls to make a small seating arrangement or make new shapes for your relaxation needs. Plus they look kinda cute. (They do, don’t they?)


And speaking of beds, look at this bedding from a European company that I can’t pronounce the name of:

"One small step for Mom, one giant nap for kid kind."

“One small step for Mom, one giant nap for kid kind.”

I really don’t think I’d ever get out of bed if I had this bedspread.


One of the things I love about the internet is the ability to find people who 1. are obsessed with the same fandoms as me and 2. can draw/paint/design better than me. Case in point: Minion Factory. They’ve “Pixared” the folks from Doctor Who!

Hello, Disney.

“Hello, Disney.”


"I'm animated now. Animations are cool."

“I’m animated now. Animations are cool.”