Nineteen Fifty-Five: Sweet Tooth Hotel Part 2

On a kinda cold January Saturday, we all ventured downtown...

...and, thanks to Aunt Sham, got a private tour of the latest art project she was part of : Nineteen Fifty-Five.

A spaceship has landed in an old timey store...

Robots from a different planet roam the halls among a toxic rainbow oil slick...

 Space heroes try to save the day:

But they can't stop a family of aliens from invading:

The humans get zapped into the television for some reason:

And the whole crew is teleported into the cockpit of the space ship!

Oh no- another captive is either rescued by or imprisoned by a helmeted hero!

But the tables have turned...the hero grabs the space pistol and helps the entire family escape...

Back into the crisp January morning...

Sugar, Sugar!

If the past month of sweet treats has taught me anything, it's that your Mother is NOT diabetic, or she would have needed some sort of major insulin shot by now, after candy, ice cream cake, pie and cookies galore.

But, nevertheless, we went to the Doctor yesterday for our 24 week checkup and they had to make sure that your Mom didn't have pregnancy diabetes. The test was pretty fun (for me anyway).

They gave your Mom a pretty big bottle of orange liquid and say "you have 5 minutes to drink this."

Apparently it was like pure sugar and your Mom said it tasted like flat orange soda.

The nurse said sometimes it gives people the jitters, like a sugar high.

And, no, they wouldn't give me one at all!

After the first couple sips your Mom said "it's not too bad!"

A few sips later her opinion had migrated elsewhere. "This burns."

And with about a quarter of the bottle left and a minute and a half to go, she asked if she had time to take a break before finishing the chemically-orange liquid.

But, she did finish it before the 5 minute time frame was up. The nurse told me to "watch [your Mom]...she may get shaky." And watch her I did.

So, an hour after downing the drink, she had to get blood drawn to test the ol' levels.

Your Mom's tummy hurt. And, when she was told that she couldn't drink or eat anything in the hour between drinking and testing, she decided that she was starving to death. That's the power of suggestion in action!

In the meantime, though, we met with Dr. Hagood and had a stellar appointment. It was just heart-beat checking again, and your heart sounded great!

It was about 147 beats per minute, which was slower than we'd ever heard it.

But the Doctor said not to worry, because the heartbeat really just depends on what we catch you doing.

And sure enough, right after she said that, you bolted and she had to chase you around your Mom's tummy (probably the sugar drink kicking in). Once she found you, your heart beat was back up to 160 bpm-- racing as you were chasing!

The Doc measured your Mom's belly and sent us on our way.

All in all, it was a perfectly uneventful appointment, but your Mom might not be drinking Orange Soda, Orange Gatorade or Orange Juice for a while.

And, after dinner last night she didn't have cravings for any candy.

Maybe this Glucose test Sugared your Mom all out!

The test will come in less than a week: Thanksgiving is coming, and Thanksgiving means PIE!

She's My...Cherry Pie

I don't know if its the fact that over the past months we watched a series called "Pushing Daisies" in which the main characters own and work in a pie restaurant called "The Pie Hole"...

Or if it's because we also recently watched a movie called "Waitress," in which a pregnant woman channels her emotions into delicious pies...

Or if it's just the fact that your Mom is pregnant and has a voracious appetited, but for the past 2 weeks she's been craving CHERRY PIE!

After every dinner she says stuff like "I sure WISH we had some Cherry Pie!"

Or "Why doesn't Dallas have a "Pie Hole" restaurant?"

Or "Do you know how to make Cherry Pie?"

Ice cream, while still consumed just won't do. Cake, which was purchased and presented for our anniversary, was devoured but forgotten. Cookies, no matter how delicious, just aren't cutting it. Even though most of the leftover Halloween Candy has eaten been, it just isn't satiating that need for pie.

So, on a trip to the grocery store, we recalled this pie purpose and Holly bought her very own frozen cherry pie.

Immediately after dinner on Monday night, your Mom finally got to satiate her craving:

The cherry pie went in the oven, and 55 minutes at 400 degrees later, pure bliss.

I may have even had a little slice too.

There's good news and bad news here: The good news is that there was enough pie left over for her to have some yesterday after dinner too.

The bad news is that it's now all gone. And tonight I'm bringing home a tub of cookie dough I purchased from a co-worker.

Either these White Chocolate Chip Macademia Nut Cookies will fill the void or we're gonna have to go the store and get another Cherry Pie.