Next week is my birthday. I can't say i'm super excited cause I'm getting a little too old to be excited about birthdays. This year I'm working a lovely 13 hour day on my birthday. As we are leaving really early the next morning to start our trek to Rocklin, Brad told me that he might just be asleep by the time I get home. Lame, but I understand. Last night he decided he would just take a nap and then wake up when I got home so he could load the car. But I am going to have ice cream cake at work at least on my birthday. Poor Brad has been very frustrated trying to get a birthday list from me. The movies I want aren't out yet and I want music. I told him itunes gift cards would be perfect. Apparently this is not good enough. It's not like he gives me good lists.
I'm really excited to go to Rocklin because it will be nice to see my parents, fun to be somewhere other than Utah (I mean that in a non negative way, it's just nice to be somewhere different), I get to finally meet my future brother-in-law, and my mom is throwing me a baby shower. We are going to go to the jelly belly factory (Brad's request) and possibly the beach (my request). Brad is also going to go golfing during the baby shower. I have told Brad about how Rocklin is obsessed with Parker Whitney, some guy who helped found Rocklin I think (I can't be sure since I was fortunate enough to not have to go to elementary school in Rocklin and learn about him). But there is an elementary school named after him, a high school, lots of roads, a gated community and of course several golf courses. Brad finds it all funny. I'm a little bitter because when they built the new high school (I was a senior) they had originally planned on calling it Liberty High, and this name was voted on by us students. But the school board stepped in and decided the mascot would be a wild cat, so Whitney would be a better name for the school. It made everyone at the current High School pretty mad, since we were supposed to be the deciding factor. The old farts of Rocklin worship this guy. Ridiculous.
I'm already planning on eating at BJ's Brewery (yum!) and Awful Annie's (breakfast), and maybe Pancake House. Plus my mom promised me that she would have strawberries for us! I love fruit so this is big! Last weekend at Sams Club, they had orange samples. Now, I'm not a big orange person. I love orange juice (no pulp), but navel oranges don't do it for me. There are to difficult to eat. When we would be given orange slices as a snack at soccer games, I would suck out the juice and throw everything else away. I hate getting the pieces stuck in my teeth. If I peel an orange, which takes forever because they don't easy, I have to peel all the white off. I love mandarins/cuties because they are so easy to peel. Well, anyways. This sample included mandarins, navel oranges, and this redish orange called Cara Cara. I have tried Blood Oranges before and love them! The flavor is worth all the effort. These Cara Care oranges looked kinda like Blood oranges so I got a sample. They aren't blood oranges but they are super sweet and yummy. So Brad and I bought some. I like them so much I just cut them up and actually eat everything out of the peel. This is a big step for me. Turns out Cara Cara oranges are seedless (big plus) and they are called the Power Orange.
While on the subject of fruit, our little baby is now the size of a mango - weighing about a pound and being more than 11 inches long (from head to toe). I can tell she is bigger because she is kicking higher. I still have not gained much weight at all, but I do have more of a belly. I finally had to buy a maternity shirt yesterday because my regular shirts are getting stretched. Time to buy bigger shirts I guess. (I only bought one maternity shirt because most of the shirts are either ugly or expensive). Fun fun fun. I told Brad he could get me maternity shirts for my birthday, but that was another not qualified birthday present (and baby clothes don't count either because it is MY birthday). Oh well.
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