4.28.2009

St. Louis Vacation

Elian and I just took a 4 day trip to St. Louis, just the two of us. We wanted to get in a little trip before Baby Girl #2 arrives in July. We decided on St. Louis because it is relatively close (4.5 hrs), a lot of the attractions are free, and the Chicago Cubs, Elian's favorite baseball team, were coming to St. Louis to play the Cardinals that weekend.

We left Thursday morning and stopped for lunch at Lambert's in Sikeston. I'm not much for southern home cookin', but the food was good, and who doesn't like to have their rolls thrown to them? We got to St. Louis that afternoon and checked into our awesome hotel. We stayed downtown and had gorgeous views of the arch, the skyline, and Busch Stadium. The best part is we only paid $50/night by going through Hotwire. Sweet!
This was the view from our hotel room:

We took the free tour of the Anheuser Busch factory on Thursday afternoon. I'm not a fan of beer, but seeing how they make it was interesting. And at the end you get two free samples of beer! Don't worry, I stuck to free samples of Pepsi products.

We ate dinner at Charlie Gitto's Thursday night - an excellent Italian place the concierge recommended. The atmosphere was that of a Huey's, and the pasta was fabulous.

Friday morning we headed to the zoo, also free. On the way we got donuts at a hole in the wall place in the Italian neighborhood of St. Louis. The zoo was a big disappointment. It was beautifully landscaped and kept up, but the animals were lacking. I think I can count on one hand how many animals we actually saw during our 1 hr 45 minute tour of the zoo. A lot of exhibits were empty, and the animals that were out stayed as far away from the public as possible. Not to mention the temperature reached 90 that day.

We left the zoo hot and miffed and decided to get pizza at Imo's, a chain in St. Louis. It was...different. Not bad, but nothing I'd go out of my way for. The sauce was more of a thin, cheesy, red sauce than pizza sauce.

After lunch we went to the free science museum. It was a huge hands-on place that was entertaining for adults as well as kids. Then we returned to the hotel to rest before the first Cubs vs. Cardinals game at 7 PM. The weather was perfect, and the stadium was full. Although the Cubs lost 3-4, we enjoyed the game. After a late night Taco Bell run, we called it a day.

Saturday morning we went to the St. Louis Bread Co. (which is just Panera with a different name) for breakfast. Apparently 10:30 is too late to get a bagel because they were completely sold out of all things breakfast. I was annoyed, but my strawberry smoothie sufficed. Then we trekked to the Arch. When we got inside to buy tickets, a process that involves standing in line to go thru security similar to airport security, we discovered there was a 1.5 hr wait to ride to the top. We didn't have that much time to kill, so we left and drove to Union Station, the Peabody Place of St. Louis.

We wanted to eat lunch at Landry's, which was a great decision on our part. I know you are thinking, wait, didn't they just eat at Panera? Yes, yes we did. Don't judge. Landry's, although pricey, was fabulous. We stuffed ourselves with shrimp cooked various ways and enjoyed every bite. Then we went back to the hotel to rest before ballgame #2 Saturday afternoon.

There was another sellout crowd at Busch Stadium, and the weather was beautiful again. Unfortunately, Albert Pujols decided to stick it to the Cubs with a grand slam. The Cubs lost 2-8. Ouch. After the game we waited around for the Cubs players, scouting out the door they sometimes come out of, but we didn't see any famous ones. We did, however, see many drunk people stumbling up and down the sidewalk shouting comments at one another that were meant to be offensive but turned out just to be nonsensical. We saw one drunk guy fall up the stairs, and a fight broke out between two other drunk guys that were both wearing Cardinals t-shirts. We don't know what they were fighting about, but one guy tried to tackle the other from behind by jumping on his back, ramming the first guy collarbone first into a light pole. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up the next day with no recollection of the light pole and a mysteriously broken collarbone.
This was the view from inside the stadium. The tall round building was our hotel.

Anyway, after the game we had the most fabulous pizza ever delivered to our hotel room and stayed in the rest of the night. Sunday morning we got up, had breakfast at the hotel, and went back to the Arch. There was still a 1.5 hr wait, but we decided we'd wait. When it was our turn, they crammed us in these capsules that we rode to the top of the Arch. We took in the view for about 10 minutes and then headed back down. It was pretty similar to flying over St. Louis in an airplane. The more impressive part was how the Arch was built.
This was the view from the top of the Arch:

Anyway, we headed back to Memphis Sunday afternoon, stopping for lunch at an unimpressive sub chain that we don't have in Memphis. Johnny Something or Others. We got back to Memphis around 5 PM, picked up our sweet girl, and headed back to reality.

4.12.2009

Pregnancy Update

I've gotten lazy with my pregnancy posts. I am 25 weeks along today and have yet to post pics from 20 weeks and 24 weeks. Here they are, in all their glory!








Apparently I gained 7.5 lbs between 20 and 24 weeks. My doctor, who I love, by the way, said, "It's not a big deal...but let's try and only gain 12 more lbs the rest of the pregnancy." (Insert my silence). 12 more lbs? The baby herself will be gaining 6-7 lbs. Plus, my will power to cut out sweets is non-existent.

Actually, that's an understatement.

At the end of the month I'll have my routine tests - gestational diabetes screening, another AIDS test, an anemia test - and another ultrasound to make sure my placenta is on board with the idea that Anna needs to come out first, not second.

4.04.2009

Nudist Colonies

I'm still not ready to join one anytime soon, but I am one step closer to understanding why some people do. Doing 6-9 loads of laundry/week for a family of 3 is RIDICULOUS and gets old fast. Apparently we wear entirely too many clothes in this household.

4.01.2009

I ♥ John

Unless you've been living under a rock (and even then, only if you didn't have a wireless internet connection under said rock), you know that John Calipari has resigned as the U of M head basketball coach to go coach at Kentucky.

When the rumors really kicked up 3 or 4 days ago, I was surprised at the intense emotional reaction I had to the thought of Cal leaving. Although I have followed the Tigers for a good 5 years, I never realized how unreasonably in love I was with Coach Cal. I enjoyed his down-to-earth charisma every time he spoke to the media, I loved his coaching/recruiting prowess, I applauded his demands that his players go to class, graduate, and stay out of trouble off the court, and I sympathized with him every time he limped across the court in his pre-hip surgery days. And, of course, he won games. With him on the sidelines, fans never lost hope that the Tigers could pull it out if they got behind in a game or pummel even the most prestigious of opponents.

I guess that's why I was instantly transported back to high school emotionalism when I heard he was seriously considering leaving Memphis. It felt like a high school break up in the middle of the cafeteria. At first I was confused - how could Cal leave his baby? He transformed the program from mediocre (at best) to consistently phenomenal... how could he walk away from that? Then I was angry - how could Cal lie to us only one week earlier, telling reporters that Memphis is where he wanted to be? I know, I know, all coaches have to say that to keep up appearances, but that doesn't fly with me. Lying is lying no matter how you rationalize it, and when my high school sweetheart of 9 years lies to me, I am catapulted beyond anger and land smack in the middle of hateful. I began to wish Cal would die a horrible, painful death, and that nobody would ask him to prom, much like I wished upon many ex-boyfriends who shall remain nameless.

Then it hit me: how could I suddenly well up with such extreme hatred toward someone I had "loved" so much? It was kind of scary. And definitely irrational. And when I called a spade a spade, I was somehow able to come to terms with the situation: John is an amazing coach, and, from what I can tell, a wonderful person, and though I am sad to see him leave Memphis, I really do want the best for him at UK. Besides, I don't think he'd really want to go to prom anyway.