Angelique returns:: Company inside::J and more J

I’ve been naughty in not posting more, but with the business and yes, you may have already guessed, I’m pregnant! (Ack!!!) So with all that comes all the other stuff. I’m engaged now too, just like J to do it all backwards.

The business is great!! We got a mention in a celeb mag recently (shhh!! won’t be telling you which one) and that has sent business sky high. So much so I’ve taken on a lot of help to allow me to manage it. The pregnancy has me sick a lot (don’t worry it isn’t bad) so without the help the place would self-destruct.

I’m due in April and it sounds like bedrest is looming on the horizon so I’m getting it all in while looking like a greatly pregnant whale of a girl. Knock on wood girls, I’ve avoided the swollen feet (which means I can still wear my Louboutin shoes I got for Xmas) and stretch marks (which means I might be back in a bikini for summer). It may not seem like much, but those are huge deals for a pregnant woman who feels like the side of a bus at the moment.

J is great. He’s taken to the role of daddy early on. Trouble is he doesn’t want to go shopping for baby stuff, he’d rather just hire someone to do all that work. I mean sure, but there’s something fun to be said for picking it all out yourself, right? I think I’ve got enough taste to avoid the plastic-y furniture I grew up with. So we compromised and hired a girl (S recommended) who is now one of my best girlfriends to do the work – I can shop, get girl time, and still get to pick what I want.

I’m so spoiled.

I can’t wait to get back to eating normal food again. These kids only seem to like meat. It must be boys, because girls don’t eat like this. We haven’t asked, but J keeps talking sports to my stomach so if it isn’t boys, we can be prepared to have a couple of tomboys on hand.

well, love and kisses to you,
Angelique

Raining:Food:An obsession with HGTV

It’s been raining all morning. When I stepped out the humidity screamed rainstorm like nothing else. My hair frizzed and since then I’ve been running errands in crappy spring-in-Texas rain, with frizzy, ugly hair. My vanity is in my hair. I love it, and when it looks bad, I am usually in a bad mood. Not, you know, in a pouting starlet sort of way, but I don’t feel confident.

In cold weather, my mom used to make us comfort food. You know the sort, cookies, muffins, mashed potatoes and a wonderful Étouffée that could knock your socks off. All of those things are great, not for your waistline, but certainly for your attitude after one of days like I’ve had today. So I whipped out a recipe my sister sent me from Ohio – white chili. It’s made with chicken, three kinds of white beans, green chilies, onions, white corn and served with sour cream and Monterrey jack cheese. I love the stuff and if you stick with fat free sour cream (I refuse to purchase fat free cheese) then it isn’t bad for your waist. J insists on cornbread on the side – my southern man.

All this done while watching HGTV and fantasizing about a time when I’ll want to do something with this house. There were a few things that J and I changed outside when he purchased this place, but inside its contemporary meets old world, and perfect for my girlie heart. I think however, I am going to paint something red. Chili pepper red. We’ll have to see how that goes over with the big man, but I think I’ve got the inside track there.

He should be home soon and we’ll head next door to watch movies with the group. I AM LEGEND is on the list I’m told, but I also purchased Enchanted while I was out today. If the girl ratio is right — it goes in afterwards. Zombie movie watching should be rewarded with a prize, right?

Food: Sex

I love cold weather! If I didn’t like the beach so much I’d move to some place like Chicago, where I could count on nipply weather at least 4 months out of the year. Then again, it isn’t like I’m anywhere near a beach anyhow.

Why? It’s the cuddling. It’s the hot cups of coffee and cocoa. It’s the mashed potatoes and roast beef, roasted chicken and soup. And Pho. Lots and lots of Pho – with those fresh shrimp spring rolls. It’s milk and cookies and complete and flagrant disregard for dietary rules!

Sex however isn’t all that fabulous when one is stuffed. The goal here is to have dinner early and spend the rest of the evening wondering if you detect that extra fruit in his come.