The nine best quotes I’ve ever heard

We have been glued to the television these past two weeks watching the Olympic coverage on NBC, and I have to say some of the commentators’ quotes have us hysterically laughing, and one or two of these quotes have made it into our everyday vernacular.

1. It’s lights out “for that guy” (NBC’s Olympic Coverage of the Biathlon)

2. Cause that’ll upset the apple cart (NBC’s Olympic Coverage of the Women’s Giant Slalom)

3. Ifs and butts, candy and nuts (NBC’s Olympic Coverage of the Women’s Giant Slalom)

4. Footwork – that’s ice-dancing’s equivalent of a quad. (NBC’s Olympic Coverage of Ice Dancing)

Hearing these quotes started me thinking on a few of my other all-time favorites quotes from:

5. Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Except for herpes. That shit’ll come back to you. (The Hangover)

6. You don’t call retarded people retards. It’s bad taste. You call your friends retards when they’re acting retarded. (The Office)

7. Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue. (Airplane!)

8. We can’t all be heroes because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as they go by. (Will Rogers)

9. A politician needs the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn’t happen. (Winston Churchill)

What about you Internet? Any funny quotes I can add to my always growing list?

Baby talk

So this pregnancy has successfully gone full term, and what I mean by that is I am officially four days away from my due date. Well done, little Rossini, WELL DONE. J and I (and some major help from my Mom) spent most of the weekend preparing the house for this little munchkin. Baby clothes washed? Check. Changing station organized? Check. Car seat installed? Check. Freezer full of convenience dinners? Check. (In fact, it’s so full that dare I say I’m afraid to open it?) Graco Snap n Go stroller assembled? Check check.

One thing I have come to realize is this baby comes with an plethora of stuff. So much for a tiny person –bathtubs, baby soap, a swing, baby monitors, play pen, onesies, blankets, and more. We each spent the better part of yesterday morning putting together the last of the baby related items. Me: the high-tech baby monitor for our tiny house and J: the play pen. J obviously had much more fun as he was still talking about how cool the play pen is at dinner. I fought with batteries, cursed at plastic packaging, and cried at spontaneous never-ending peeping (well, until I took the batteries out!)

Now, I am not one of those woman who love being pregnant (the nausea, weight gain, inability to tie shoelaces), and, in fact, am so excited for someone else to hold this heavy bundle of joy. But since I generally like to be a “glass half-full” type of gal, I thought I might share some of my favorite things that I loved about this pregnancy.

J’s face when the doctor showed us the heartbeat at 12 weeks.

Applesauce. Strawberries. Cantaloupe. Oranges. Applesauce, and wait for it, Applesauce.

The feel of baby kicks after eating applesauce.

When J “talks” to the burgeoning stomach about how great USC football is, and that the Giants are the best team in baseball.

The $1,500 worth of crap we donated to Goodwill this year, and the refund it garners. Definitely a perk.

The sheer amount of time waiting in the doctor’s office. I would have never finished Anna Karenina otherwise.

Forcing me to take life just a bit more slowly. And collecting back rubs on the way.

So, sweet little one, take as long as you need, but not too long. I’m getting dreadfully impatient and looking forward to meeting you face-to-face (and finding out your name!) And also, we WILL use that baby monitor even though our walls our paper thin. And you may just have to fight your dad for the play pen.