The Cinnabon Story

Last week I flew to San Antonio all by my lonesome because Evan and Liliana made the trip earlier in the day while I stayed behind at work for a few more hours.  When I landed in Dallas, I had a pretty long layover which I put to good use.  I wrote thank you notes from our baby shower, I walked around to stretch the legs, and I used the potty.  Suddenly I realized I was pretty hungry and while I was craving an Auntie Anne's pretzel, there wasn't one in that terminal.  SO I did the next best unhealthy thing ... I got myself a Cinnabon.

For those of you that haven't had the pleasure of eating a Cinnabon, they're huge cinnamon rolls completely COVERED in butter, cinnamon, and gooiness.  They're exceedingly bad for your health, but so good to eat.  It's not a treat I give myself everyday.  In fact, I think it's only an airport thing and I hadn't had one in probably a year and a half?  Maybe even more.

Being 30 weeks pregnant, I decided this was about as great of an excuse to get a Cinnabon as possible.  I got water as well, to even out the evilness (ok, it didn't even come close to evening it out, but we women have to be irrational sometimes right?) and enjoyed my treat.

I sent this picture to my Dad and brother (both big Cinnabon fans, especially my brother) and said "stuck in Dallas for an hour ... what to do what to do"

As I was typing this text message, this complete stranger came up to me and said:

"Don't you think it's a pretty bad idea to be feeding something with so much sugar to your unborn child?"

I wish I was kidding.  I wish I was making this crap up.  But she SERIOUSLY asked me that.

I was sitting at one of those high top tables and about 10 other people heard.  Their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

You're probably wondering "what did Ms. Opinionated Lawyer Cristy say in response?"  I have to admit, I wasn't nearly as mean as I should have been.  I think I was in a greater state of shock more than anything.

I just responded:

"Ma'am, I exercise regularly while pregnant and when not pregnant.  I think life is about moderation and I decided this would be my treat." 

But I could have said SO many other things.  This lady, not to sound rude, but I mean, she insulted me so can't I be insulting in return, was rather large herself and she wasn't pregnant.  Nothing wrong with that, but who is she to be judging me?  If she had seen me eating TEN of them, that's one thing, but if nobody ate cinnamon rolls, the world would be a VERY sad place!  I'm doing my part to contribute to the happiness of the world!!!

So things I could have said:

"Mind your own damn business."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, I was stuffing my face with unhealthy food and laughing at how much it was hurting the baby inside of me!"

"Hey lady, you look like you've had a few of your own cinnamon rolls in the past!"

But I didn't.  I said the moderation thing.  and it was the best answer.  I didn't stoop to her level.  I didn't want to make her feel crappy.  But truth be told?  I didn't feel crappy at all for eating it!

Life is about moderation.  And if we can't have a Cinnabon every now and then, then we are taking life WAY too seriously.

I Had a Bad Day (Part I): Thank God for Cupcakes.

As you guys know, Liliana started running a fever yesterday.  I hate seeing her sick and I hate not knowing what's wrong with her.

My day home with her started off fine: some grocery shopping, some meal planning, and during her nap I made these ...

The pictures don't do these justice.
They're the Martha Stewart Strawberry cupcakes.
They took two hours. They were worth it.  So very worth it.

After she woke up though, things started turning sour.  She was still burning hot.  I held her, fed her, and tried my best to console her.  Seeing her in pain broke my heart.  She started crying and the phone rang.  It was the title company in Little Rock.

Apparently I had been misinformed about the entire closing process and somehow WHILE at work, I am supposed to go to a bank, get a cashier's check, and go to my neighborhood notary to have the paper work signed.

She called me at 3:49.  The bank closes at 4.  I decided I would try to make it.  I quickly put Liliana in the car and pull in the parking lot at 3:59.  I had made it!

I got out of the car, was getting this gorgeous little lady out of the car, and look at the front door of the bank.

The manager sees us and CLOSES the door.  While I have a sick, feverish baby in my hands and while I am trying to take advantage of having a "day off" (aka my baby was sick, I don't get days off).

I immediately put Liliana in the car and go through the drive thru.  I ask if I can get my cashier's check there and they of course say no.

I tell her someone just shut the door in my face, at exactly 4, while I had an 11 month old baby in my hands.

The manager gets on the microphone and dares to tell me he hadn't seen my car (I was parked RIGHT in front of the door).  I quickly tell him we might be taking our business elsewhere and that I'd let others know about their amazing (sarcastic obviously) customer service.

Yep, I snapped at the drive thru lady and manager. 

Later I realized I probably over reacted.  But seriously, DO NOT close the door on a lady with a baby when they are RIGHT there.  I was less than 15 steps from being inside and it was EXACTLY 4 o'clock.

I went and had a great workout.  This took out some of my anger.  But what ultimately saved my afternoon?

All I have to say it Thank God for Cupcakes.

Part II?  Things turn sour for Liliana...stay tuned.