Saturday, March 31, 2007
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.
Monday, March 26, 2007
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.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
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.
Monday, March 12, 2007
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.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Saturday, March 3, 2007
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.