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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Draw From the Motherland

Portugal, I expected more from you.

I enjoy watching the World Cup games. Cory started a Pool. I favor a Pool that I can semi-knowledgeably participate in. I am currently ahead of Cory and really that's all that matters.

Although Portugal didn't win, they will forever have bragging rights for this fine piece of ass.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Pre-Natal

For the past few weeks, I've been thinking about the days leading up to the arrival of our baby. Especially the night before. Will I be able to sleep while filled with so much anticipation and excitement? Will Cory and I have one last quiet night together, filled with foot massages and chocolates and soft music?

I'm thinking that's probably not gonna be the scene in the Chase house tomorrow night. Cory will be out watching Game 6 on the edge of his seat and I'll be home, flipping back and forth to the game, my stomach filled with stress and bile. That's a healthy way to welcome a baby into the world, right?

Get it done tomorrow night, Celts. That's an order.

Friday, June 11, 2010

BEAT LA

Thank you, Big Baby. And a shout out to Nate Robinson. I owe you guys one. Now please go on and take the next 2 games. We need to get this wrapped up before Wednesday, 6/16. Thanks in advance.

Conversation I just had with my husband.

Cory: So can we talk?

Me: Does this have to do with the Celtics?

Cory: So if this does get to Game 7 on Thursday night, we'll need to discuss me going to Ryan's to watch the game.*

Me: [no words, just incredulous look on my face]

Cory: Nothing to worry about now, we'll cross that bridge if we get there. Let's just focus on the baby now. And the Celts winning the next 2 straight.

Me: [waddling away angrily] I married you. I actually chose this life.

*He's watched all the post-season games there. Obviously he can't break the streak. That would catastrophically affect the basketball universe.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Dear Celtics

Dear Celtics,
Please start winning some games. I know you've had a lot on your minds lately so you might not be aware that I'm having a baby in 3 weeks. As most of you know, the time leading up to a baby can be stressful for both expectant mothers and fathers. Your latest losses are bringing undo anxiety into my house.
If you win this series, I will consider naming this child after one of you.

Good Luck!
Julia

Beatrice at the Celtic's Victory Parade, June 2008

My "Enough Talking/More Doing" List

Consume smaller amount of new goods. Before buying something new, look at 2nd hand stores and craigslist, freecycle, eBay, etc.
Create a 'workshop' in the house
Eat more organic/natural foods and less processed foods. DONE: Thanks to garden and bday gift of Boston Organics.
Find a way to work in tropical location for the month of January
Go back to St. John. DONE. UPDATE: Try and get back to St. John every 2.5 years.
Go on one girls weekend a year
Grow a successful garden. DONE. Semi-successful home and community garden.
Lose the last baby lbs. DONE. UPDATED: Keep off baby lbs.
Run a 5K. DONE. UPDATE: Run a 5K every year.
Take a photo composition class
Try something new every month.
Wear more sunscreen this summer. DONE- wore 30 mostly all summer.

Non-Facebook 25ish Things

When I was 20, I traveled to Grenada in the West Indies. I didn't know where exactly it was until I saw a map in the airport.
To date, I've had 7 surgeries- 4 knee, 1 back, 1 wisdom teeth, 1 c-section. Fortunately and unfortunately I enjoy painkillers.
On my wedding day, a black cat crossed our path and hung around for photos. Is that a bad omen?
My daughter is named (her middle name) after my sister. My nephew is named after me. That makes me smile.
My husband and daughter are tall, thin, and have curly hair. Sufficed to say, I am the complete opposite.
I've never been pulled over. I've now cursed myself. UPDATE: I was pulled over for speeding on 4/22. Got off with just a warning. Thank you, kind officer.
I've been to Crackow, Poland. Its just as grey as you picture it.
My baby is 1/4 Polish/Russian Jew, 1/4 Azorean Portuguese, 1/4 Ecuadorian, 1/16 Frech Canadian, 1/16 Scottish, 1/16 Irish, and 1/16 British (I think).
I've been in therapy on and off for about 10 years. I am currently 'on.'
I've always been afraid of traveling to the moon. I know, its irrational, but for some reason, I've always imagined that travel to the moon would become normal in my lifetime and I'd be pressured to go and that scares me to no end. That scene from Apollo 13 where they're in the space shuttle and see the face of the moon for the first time terrifies me.
I'm a Cancer so I hold a sick grudge. Its not a good personality trait.
My parents divorced when I was 11. I haven't seen/talked to my father in 15 years. That's a longer story for a longer day.
I was at Disney World when I was 13, I saw Nitro and Gemini from American Gladiators.
I have an unhealthy relationship with peanut butter. It is banned from my house.
I hate scary movies and roller coasters. I hate everything that makes my heart stop... its really just taking precious moments off the end of my life.
I get a rush out of condensing things. Like putting things into smaller tuppeware containers. Its odd, I know.
I don't own an iPod. I don't know how to download music. I don't have a Facebook profile. I'm surprised Blogger allowed me to have a Blog.
I can't really remember many details of my childhood. The one that I do remember happened when I was in the 1st grade. A girl across from me at the lunch table was playing with a packet of tartar sauce. It exploded like a cannon and shot into my butt-long hair. Have you ever tried to wipe tartar sauce out of your hair? It leaves its essence behind.
I can eat an entire cheese pizza without batting an eyelash. I'm both proud and ashamed of that fact.
I am really adept at catching things w/ one hand. 2 hands is another story.
I am NOT an animal person. Recently my husband told me, completely deadpan, that he would have re-considered marrying me if I was truly an animal person. Guess I lucked out.
I am named after my paternal great-grandmother.
5 years ago, when my sister was 27, she battled and beat breast cancer. She's my hero.
1 week after college graduation, I traveled with my husband (then boyfriend) to Thailand for a month.