Waiting to Explode

I had my second baby shower today. Quite the blast! It is so humbling to have so many great friends gather to love on your baby before she is even born.

I got too many cool gifts to show them all, so instead I'll leave you with my latest belly pic.

I am starting to think this whole delivery thing won't be an issue because any day now, she is going to explode out of the front of me. Lovely mental picture, I know.

The Bird in Me

Wow. I have been a posting slacker lately. I find that lately all I want to do is clean my house. Nesting perhaps? The sad thing is that while I WANT to clean my house, I am not actually taking action and cleaning my house.

Don't get me wrong, I am keeping the clutter picked up as much as possible. The deep down scrubbing? Yeah, that has taken a back seat to my laziness and I just sit around thinking about all the grime that must be accumulating on the carpets and in the bathrooms.

I finally told the husband that we are going to adopt-a- room each day this week. Today is bathroom day. That way when we reach the end of the week, we will have a fairly well scrubbed down house and I will once again be able to rest without guilt.

On another fun note, I have finally started to experience the joy that is swelling in the hands and feet. All the pregnancy books said it would happen, but I had convinced myself that I had made it this far (8.25 months) without any problems, so I would probably make it to the end without that fun aspect of pregnancy. WRONG.

The swelling isn't too bad, but it is enough to require me to wear my wedding rings on a chain around my neck. Also, my socks leave a wickedly cool trench around my ankles by the end of the day. (I know how badly you wanted to know that.) It is dead sexy, I tell ya.

Okay, enough rambling. I am off to scrub my room of the day.

A New Element

Well check me out! Thanks to my friend, Pigs, I now have a flashy new "Flickr" for which to show my pictures! It's that cool new element on the left side of the page for those of you who are observationally challenged! To get a closer look at the pictures, just double click on the picture you want to see. It will bring up a new screen for your viewing pleasure! You can even add your comments to the photos if you should be so inclined. Keep watch for new pics as I update!

Enjoy!

Employees Must Wash Their Hands Before Returning to Work

Dear Fast Food Worker,

I felt compelled to write this letter to you to save you possible embarrassment if and when the health department decides to pay your establishment a visit.

I know it must be boring to be working the cash register in the drive through line. I am sure the monotony is liable to get the best of anyone. I can only guess that seeing my dog sitting in the back seat was a nice change of pace from the screaming kids you are used to viewing on a regular basis. However, it is not a good idea to call my dog to the front seat so that you can pet her. There are many reasons for this. Please take a moment to review the reasons listed below:

1) My dog is extremely incorrigible and it takes a lot to train her to sit in the back seat, especially when food is being introduced into the car. An invite into the front seat by you will only confuse her and make it much more difficult for me to get her back to where she is supposed to be.

2) I know my dog is friendly and tame, but do you? Calling a strange dog to the front window is a great way to lose a hand if you happen upon the wrong dog.

and most importantly . . .

3) YOU ARE TOUCHING A DOG WHILE WORKING WITH FOOD. Granted, I know at that moment you were merely handling the cash aspect of the job. But how do I know you don't change positions with the person at the front counter from time to time? Dog cooties and fast food don't mix. Bad, BAD idea.

Thank you for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Aims

Folically Challenged Child

I spent the weekend out of town at my very first baby shower. It was so much fun to see so many friends that I have missed tremendously since we moved to a new city.

I must say that showers are a blast! You get great food, time with friends and of course GIFTS! Who wouldn't love a party like that?

One gift that gets the "Made Me Laugh Out Loud" award came from my sister-in-law. She bought this onesie for the baby:

If you have trouble reading the print, it says, "Daddy does my hair". You might wonder why such a cute onesie would get such an award. Well, I present to you, the husband at a wee age:

Now that, friends, is one SWEET doo. We have often joked that our child stands no chance whatsoever of having normal hair. Between this awesome fro and my inability to grow any hair at all until age 2, I would say that this baby is going to most certainly have some issues in this department.

Comments Made Easier

So I've heard from many of you about how commenting is not as easy as one would hope with the "New" version of blogger. Apparently? You have to sign up and create a new account just to comment? Wow. While I appreciate those who have done that, I found in my settings that I could change it so that you don't have to have an account to comment any longer. So if you want to comment, now you can choose to log in, or select "other" and type your name (or pseudo name), comment and hit publish. Much simpler. Hope that helps. Happy commenting!!

No Need to Clarify

Today I was perusing through some old pictures from some of the vacations the husband and I have been on in the past few years. I ran across one picture that I forgot I had, but am so glad I took.

We were in Florida at one of the many theme parks waiting in line for a ride. Of course, now-a-days, you have to pass a multitude of warning signs to get on any ride that is any sort of fun. I get the need to warn people. I even get the need to post pictures beside the warnings in the event that the potential rider has a reading/language barrier. But does it seriously need to be this graphic?


Maybe it's just me, but a nice profile of a woman with a protruding belly would be enough for me to understand that pregnant people should not ride the ride. Maybe too many women with beer guts were being excluded, thus the need for the "womb view" of the fetus.

Shudder.