Obviously I'm hungry...

(Another oldie but goodie from my myspace page...and since I am still DYING for good food, it still applies!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about all the places I’ve lived in my 30 years, and ultimately it leads to my favorite foods. So I’ve decided, in no particular order, to list my favorite foods from Elmira College, Mount Desert Island & Omaha:
EC:
Mint-Ting-A-Ling Ice Cream, pizza from Mackenzie’s, egg white omelet from the grill, chicken phillies, turkey sandwich on a bagel or croissant from Mackenzie’s, the salad bar from Mackenzie’s, waffle fries from Mackenzie’s and cheesecake from the dessert cart.
MDI:
Veggie Foccaccia pocket from Little Notch, anything from Red Sky, turkey sub from the Southwest Sub Shoppe, pizza from Gott’s, pizza from Rosalie’s, Escondita from Miguel’s, anything from Jordan’s Snack Bar, doughboys from Maine-ly Delights, thai chicken from The Bangkok, teriyaki beef from China Hill, and prime rib from the Hilltop House.
Omaha:
sushi from Hiro Sushi, peanut butter chicken from Hiro Sushi, burrito from Chipotle, BBQ chicken from Famous Dave’s, cinnamon buns from CiCi’s Pizza, pizza from Papa Murphy’s, anything from PF Chang’s, cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory, ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery, pizza or sushi from Kona Grill, my friday salad bar from Baker’s and prime rib from Johnny’s Steakhouse.
Can you tell I’m hard up for good food?

My Bucket List

This is an oldie but goodie from my myspace page. Enjoy!
(in no particular order)
1.) See a professional sports game. Either hockey or baseball.
2.) Visit Mount Rushmore
3.) Visit the Grand Canyon
4.) Visit Las Vegas
5.) Take my mom to see a Broadway show in NYC
6.) Go on a cruise
7.) See my Scoutie again (I know that won't happen, but a girl can wish)
8.) Meet a famous person. And actually shake their hand. And not embarrass myself.
9.) Visit Ground Zero
10.) Visit Washington DC & see all the sights
11.) Visit Philadelphia. See the sights, have a Chicken Philly and a slice of pizza
12.) Go back to the Jersey Shore for a week
13.) Go to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY
14.) Learn how to play the piano
15.) Celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary with Dave

My current list of worries...

I am an anxious person. I have realized this in the past few years, but it reached it's peak while I was pregnant. The first trimester was the longest few months I have ever endured, made worse by the fact I found out I was pregnant BEFORE I had even missed my period (meaning I was 3 weeks pregnant!) and having to live through the worst morning (all day) sickness on earth. As we enter 2009, I find myself lying awake at night worrying about a few key issues. Kenz, your antifungal creme for worrywarts? I need extra strength...

1.) Emersyn going to daycare. I'm heart sick over the fact that my sweet baby girl will be spending the majority of her days with someone other than me. She has been my little shadow since her birth. She KNOWS me. She smiles & coos at me. She stops crying (most of the time) when I hold her. I'm afraid that she will get hurt at day care. I'm afraid that I'm going to miss her first laugh, or all those other milestones. I'm afraid she's going to be simply miserable & the day care workers will hate her & curse the day she was born. I've already had anxiety dreams about daycare: in my dream, I was at work & realized it was 5:45 pm and hadn't gone to pick her up yet. Somehow I doubt that will happen since I will probably be counting down the hours until my work day is done... Don't get me wrong, I love, love, LOVE my co-workers & I am looking forward to being at work again. But it will be different: I'm a mama now. I don't know how that will affect me at my job.

2.) Emersyn will not take a bottle. While I was pregnant and planning to breast feed, I was bombarded by warnings of pacifiers and bottles causing "NIPPLE CONFUSION." I feared the day when she would reject the boob for the fake version. Well, that fear has back fired on me--the kid will not drink from a bottle! Ok, so she's less hysterical than she would get when she first tried it. She's actually mind-screwing us: she smiles & will bat her eyes & roll the bottle nipple around in her mouth, but will not suck. So the next question is, how will she eat while she is at daycare?

3.) I am 10 pounds overweight, I have a huge scar across my abdomen & my boobs don't look like my boobs anymore. Ok, so some of you might want to kill me for even worrying about this. But my pants are running a little tight. When I sit down, I have a spare tire that rolls over the top of my jeans. That c-section scar, still pissed that I couldn't have my baby the usual way. My boobs are bigger than normal, which is nice. But my husband won't touch them with a 10-foot pole for several reasons: they're veiny, they have red stretch marks all over them & he's afraid he'll get showered with breast milk. (Yes, I know that sounds gross, but that is his fear...) I'm always hungry from having to generate breast milk, so limiting my calories seems like cruel & unusual punishment. I have NO motivation to exercise. I used to love to jog, but that isn't an option right now since there are snow drifts everywhere. Besides, it is way too cold to take Emersyn outside to jog with me. I know, excuses, excuses.

4.) What about baby #2? Am I crazy for worrying about this with a 2-month old sleeping in the next room? Probably. But when the hubs says adamently that he doesn't want any more children, I start to panic. When we first got married, I said I wanted 3 or 4 kids. After actually being pregnant, I've whittled it down to 2. I do not want Emersyn to be an only child. I want to have a little boy. My husband's concerns: we would either have another girl OR we would end up having twins (they run in both families). Granted, the idea of having to deal with pregnancy childbirth & a crying newborn after having just gone through it all sounds awful. But I'm sure when Em is 2 or 3, I'll be ready.

There are several other issues that worry me constantly: my husband's mystery symptoms that might lead to Hodgkin's disease, my brother relapsing, my father's chronic pain, my mother's diabetes, SIDS, yada, yada, yada... Luckily all of those worries are currently taking a back seat to the previous 4. Are you jealous? Do you wish you were me, the constant, chronic worrier? HELLO? I am a Maine-iac!!