I'm not sure what's wrong.

I went to the doctor today to find out why I've been nauseous for almost two weeks now. They did the urine test to check for pregnancy...and I'm not. I was told to come back in a week if nothing's changed and they'll run more tests. This is the second time I've been to a doctor for this, couldn't they have tested this time.

Oh, well.

I'll go back to the doctor's in a week.

So much for writing every day.

On Sunday I made it a personal challenge to write every day for a week. Well, I haven't done it. I've been feeling sick for the last two weeks. I have it narrowed down to three things it could be:
1. Gallbladder
2. IBS
3. Pregnant

Apparently they all have the same symptoms. Why do people need to tell me this? I was laboring under the happy delusion that I was pregnant. Even if I wasn't, who wants to possibly have problems with your gallbladder or have IBS. Come one! Those are two terrible things to have.

Bill seems to be jumping between being absolutely positive I'm pregnant and absolutely certain I'm not. I'm sure for a guy this is normal. He's terrified of many things:
1. Being a good father
2. Providing for the child
3. And finding money to get the nursery done.

I'm not worried about any of those. If it happens it happens and we'll make it work.

A personal challenge.

Starting today, it's my goal to write every day for a week. Now, I know most people challenge themselves for a year, but I work on the theory that small steps are better to get you towards the big goal.

Living in a small town might cause some problems with that. For starters, there's not really much to do here. We really are in the middle of nowhere. The closest movie theater is half an hour away. The closest farmer's market is about twenty minutes away. Thanks to Local Harvest I did find a farm in the area, called Eggleston Farm, to buy local produce and pork and chicken, and goat milk. How awesome is that! I put in an order for half a hog, but all orders were already filled. I gave her my number in case there were cancellations. I have a feeling that's not going to happen. In any case I'm on the Spring 2012 waiting list. I can't wait.

Bill and I have decided that we need to start eating better. We eat fine now and I cook at least five out of seven nights a week, but we don't eat a lot of veggies and fruit. In fact, if I buy it, chances are it's going to go bad before we eat it. I think once a week, we're going to begin having a vegetarian night. Fifty-two weeks of a new fruit and veggie a week. My only problem is how I do it. Do I do it alphabetically, in season? Well, obviously I'm going to do it in season. Now to find out what's in season.

Off to do research!

My new menu notebook.

I've gotten away from making menus over the last couple of weeks and I know why. I was bored. Who wants to write out menus in the same old boring composition book, when a decorated one would be so much prettier. This is just my first one, so it's not all that good; but it is mine and I made it. I'm going to make a second one, although I'm not sure what I'm going to use it for.

My new menu notebook.



As you can see, it's very simple and very homemade. All it took was two different types of paper, a little glue, and a composition book. Glue the paper on and cut to size. Done. I think it took five minutes to make. I remember seeing something like this on Martha Stewart's show years ago, but I forgot about it until I was on Etsy looking for a simple, cheap journal. Instead of paying $5 for one, I used an old composition book I had and paper for scrapbooking that I had. Mine was free and I think it turned out pretty good. We'll see if it holds up though. That'll be the test.

Sam's Club and a touchy breaker box. Oh, my.

Things this week have been...interesting. To say the least. It all started out on Friday evening. All of a sudden, our breaker box started breaking in the TV (soon to be nursery) room every half hour or so. I'm not going to say how many times before I figured out that running the TV, AC, and two laptops in the same room was causing the problem. We still can't run the AC and TV, so we've been playing a lot of games-Scrabble, rummy, Phase 10, and Yahtzee have become our favorites. I'm good at Scrabble, but not so much so at the rest.



Not only have I recently discovered Amazon, but recently I was introduced to Sam's Club. I've never known how I felt about those huge bulk stores, but I admit that I'm a fan now. You can buy huge cuts of meat and cut them down to something you need. I spent a hundred dollars but I walked out with enough butter to last a couple of months, foil sheets for grilling whatever, sugar to last my baking and Bill's iced tea for a month, frozen fruit for homemade popscicles, a ten pound log of Angus ground round that had to be sold by tomorrow that I cut down into eight packages, and ten pounds or so of pork loin that I cut into a roast, a butterflied roast, and eight loin chops, and wings because I love making them when Bill gets off work late and I'm still up. I also got pork spareribs at a discount price because they also had to be sold by tomorrow and we're having those for dinner tonight. I may never shop anywhere else again. That's an exageration, but ya'll know what I mean.



I also took my husband the the ER for the first time. I got woken up this morning, my day off!, by a numb hand and an arm that hurt to move. He's fine. Just arthritis, which he knew about, but I have done my first early morning husband disaster. No more. For a little while at least.