Hilarity

There are so many things I wish I had a gift for.

Making people truely laugh is one of them. Sure I can spread a good yarn every now and then and get a good chuckle, but to make them all out laugh until tears are flowing I don't have it.

Take this new blog I started reading, www.thebloggess.com I was in tears, my friends were in tears, my friends' parents were in tears. It was hilarious. Mainly because of her straightforward take on life. And the fact that her life reminds me of my own. Mostly her relationship with her husband and her friends. Not so much the crazy part. HA!

I have always said that I wish I could make my husband laugh as much as his sister does. The two of them get together and he has tears rolling down his face he's laughing so hard. Something I've never been able to do for him. Roles reversed, I have laughed until my insides hurt the next day from his hilarity.

Maybe one day I can have that ability, but until then I'll have to satisfied with the amount of laughter I can drum up.

Humidity

There are some days I just don't understand.

I don't understand how you have to chew your breath before you take it.

I don't understand how a pregnant woman such as myself is effected so much more by it than other regular people.

I mean seriously, do we not have enough on our plates with the whole gestation thing that we have to be sensitive to temperatures too? My feet ache, my back hurts, I can't keep food down, smells throw me off... and let's top all that off with a slight change in pressure/temperature/humidity.. and I'm MIS_ER_A_BLE.

I don't like to complain outwardly, so that's where blogging comes in. I will complain and not feel guilty. LOL

But not much, because the guilt has a tendancy of creeping in.

6 weeks left before baby dude is here and I am SO ready! :)

I want a vacation

I want a vacation.

I want to escape from my life for a couple days and just enjoy life with no responsibilites. No responsibiltiy to make sure those around me are having fun, etc.

I feel like I'm having a miniature pity party, which is probably partially true. Pre Baby blues? More than likely. I look around my house surrounded by the stuff essential to make this new little person's life comfortable. And I realize I have no room. I have boxes and tubs of clothes sitting around. I have laundry that is clean and dirty sitting in piles around me.


I have projects begging to be done in my dining room. Dresses for my daughter to be sewn. Fabulous bags needing to be made up as they are for trade for yet more stuff that I'm getting from my mother. I have an entire homeschool classroom in my dining room as well that I had great and grand hopes to revamp and redo this summer so it would be fun and fresh for this fall. I know the summer is young, but I had expected to get started somewhat already.

My kitchen is a mess. My bedroom is a mess. My newest son's place in this world is non exsistant. I have to completely re-do my daugher's closet of a room before I can even HOPE to make room for the baby dude.

And the motivation to do everything?

Nonexsistant.

What am I wanting? A vacation. An out of preggo body experience. With no responsibilities and no demands. No, "Mama, can you clip my nails?".. No, "Mama come wipe my butt."... No, "Mama I have an owie."...

Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change an nth of my life, for the world on a silver platter.... but tonight... I wish I could escape my responsibilites for a day, then come back to reality and realize everything has fallen into place.

...and another thing

Just one more thing I can't eat:





It wern't purty.

Demotivation

So sleepy.

So tired.

So ready to be done being pregnant.

I can only hope that after baby dude makes his appearance, I have more energy.

For now, I am sloth.

Back In The Saddle...

So I'm getting back in the groove of blogging.




Yeah we'll see how well this works.






I even added tab at the top of my stupid computer screen that shortcuts right TO here! You'd think that'd inspire me to purge my thoughts into cyber space.

HA!

For anybody following. Pregnancy is still hunky dorey. Little boy is rockin' the womb, littelry, and I'm feeling decent most of the time.

Except for the stupid fact I can't eat:

Grapes




Lettuce




Pickles




Green Peppers




Potato Skins




ANYTHING that is hard to digest.

However unlimited amounts of THIS crap is acceptable...












What in the world.




Me thinks that my future of getting back on the weight loss bandwagon is going to be a difficult journey after the truck load of Cheetos I've eaten.

I Am Not a Chef

Recently on Facebook a friend of mine suggested I should try to get on the show "Chopped".

I am not a chef.

I have never claimed to be a chef.

After a conversation with another friend we both agreed that putting good food on a plate and having people enjoy it, is enough for us.

Being able to admit that we know not everything and yet having those special few people we call when we need a cooking question answered is a huge thing for us.

I am lucky enough to have 2 chefs in my family. Trained, schooled Chefs, not just people who cook well and "claim" to be a chef.

I also have a friend who is a baking queen and can pretty much answer almost any baking question.

I just want to say Bravo to those of you who are Chefs... I apprecaite you, all you do, the hard work you put in, and I would never claim to be one of you... I wouldn't want to be. Mainly because I'd pay money for schooling and then have to work a job to pay off my debt. Both of which would take me away from my kids.

Thank you very much, but I'll experiement here and there, and still never be able to compete with my children's love for the blue box mac and cheese with hot dogs and corn.

Springtime

Me thinks the Groundhog was mistaken.

Last year, at this very time, I was outside with my children, snapping pictures of them playing in the yard with only sweatshirts for warmth. The ground was no longer mucky, they could play on their big plastic bicycles, they could dig in the dirt.

This year however, it is too chilly for said activities.

Not really, we were outside yesterday. But the whole no mucky and digging in the dirt will have to wait.

I still have snow bordering my lawn and what's left of the igloo is mucky and slick.

I think that the groundhog should be sued, or at the very least, his handlers.

Pregnancy

For anybody remotely following me here in cyberspace, you may have recalled that I am pregnant.

Yeah, I have yet another munchkin kicking my spleen.

I'm loving every minute of it.

But in all perfect honesty, there isnt' a day that goes by that I'm not worried.

I will be so ecstatic to hold a wriggling little bundle of joy and not worry on a daily basis if I will carry this child to term.

I lost a baby in September of '09

Shortly thereafter I watched the Movie "Up"

I will never watch that movie again.

It hit entirely too close to home.

I was about 1/3 of the way along when everything went to pot last time.

I'm over halfway now and I should be fine.

But inevitably.

Even though I'm not looking for it.

I hear stories of mother's losing thier babies late, in pregnancy.

I'm scared.

I'm overanalyzing every day when I haven't felt the baby go active for a while.

I know that I should be fine.

Every pregnancy is different

But this one scares me.

I have a Dr.'s appointment next Monday.

The following Monday I have another ultra sound to see if my low lying placenta has corrected itself.

I'm looking forward to seeing my little papoose invitro again.

But I'm even more looking forward to July 30th. :)

Letting Go

Today my sister in law is supposed to come and help me clean house.


This is a huge step for me.




I'm kind of controlling.




But with recent developments that include "restricted activities"




So sorry....





I can't do as much as I need to.


Also I have company coming next weekend I don't want them thinking I'm a slob.



I'm hoping to have my house somewhat in order by Wednesday.


But to top off the self pity I've been feeling...





The ants are back.




I mean seriously.






Why my My house be the one infested with ginormous carpenter ants.


I'm thinking of nuking the place.

Uninspired...

Today I am feeling well.


Bonus right?



Well lots has happened since the last post... including a pregnancy.



Yeah. Suprise to me but one we're truely looking forward to.

So today I am attacking clutter.



It's scary


I don't even want to mention what was found on my floors.

I think bubonic plague could have been involved.



Please don't call the CDC


I'm working my butt off today trying to get stuff accomplished while I feel well and am not horking up every small thing I've eaten.



I'm getting stuff done.

I accomplished laundry soap and new laundry fabric softner.



I was supposed to work on biscotti. It may still happen.





*Especially since NCIS isn't on today.* I find that when it's NOT on, that more gets done, quite the concept.



NCIS isn't evil, it's just a better use of my time than my motherly duties....




Wait.

...and continues...

Yesterday was Cyber Monday:



I bought more stuff online.

AYFKM?!

My mother had no blue and silver Christmas stockings for her beautiful Christmas party.... so I accomodated her.




Then today....

(I feel as if I need to wear the cone of shame at this point)




I bought more.




My husband said do not buy me anything for Christmas.


He's currently up to about 9 packages under the tree and another on tis way... but DUDE.

Seriously.



62$ Shoes... for 18 bucks with free shipping.

How can I pass that up? Seriously?



So now I shall don the cone of shame and have a dove chocolate to console myself...




I really need to stop the madness.

The Saga Continues...

So my mother has lost sleep.

I don't say this lightly.

She woke up in a cold sweat, 2:30 a.m. worrying about her party.

I can't help but giggle.

I'm so sorry she's so stressed over it.

I thrive at parties.

I love parties.

I love to host parties.

I love to cater parties.

I keep thinking I get that from my mom.

I will find out after December 14th.

I ordered her silver table clothes from Kohls.

I ordered her suprise center pieces from Kohls.

I really hope she loves all I ordered her from Kohls.

I love Kohls.

I am done now.

I'll post about something else now. :D

Hmmm...

tap tap tap is this thing on?



Oops...




August....



August was hot.



August was a long time ago.




August was insane.




Did I mention August brought Headlice?




We won't talk about it...


August melted into a similarly insane September.

As well as a pretty crazy October.

My birfday was in October.




I got to go paintballing.



and just for the record that picture is completely unrealistic... this is more like it.




in fact one of my friends got nailed on his bald head... twice. :D

Now we're into November.




I'm stoked.

It's almost Thanksgiving.




Which also means it's almost Black Friday.




And almost time for me to decorate my house for Christmas.



I love this season.

I'm going to try to post a few ramblings here and there more often. Especially now that my introvert mother is hosting a Christmas Party.

She's not an introvert. Not really.

She's obsessive compulsive and "matchy matchy"



She has a "theme" every year for Christmas.





I'm not kidding.




Everything matches.





I'm laughing at this becuase a friend of hers (for the past 26 years) voulenteered her home to host the annual Home Extension Holiday Party. Where a bunch of women from the country celebrate the holidays the only way they know how, with homeade, E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.




Man I miss the country.

I'm done for now.

I'll post more about Mom's Holiday party later. :D

And some of the fun things I've gotten for her for it. :D