Misc Topics

Want to know how great I think my husband is?  I know, you don't, but you're going to hear it anyway.  It's funny, because most girls I know think only the grandiose gestures of their man count for sweet and romantic.  But apparently, I'm a little warped.  I have had my car full of crap for the past two weeks.  I've either been too tired to unload it all into my upstairs town home, or else I've been to lazy.  Last night, we drove in to town together and I told him I was too lazy to get that crap out so I'd get it later.  Then we went to unloading all the Christmas goodies out of our trunk.  I started lugging things up the stairs, stopped to go to the bathroom, and when I came back down for my second load, he had emptied everything in my back seat as well.  Ahhhh..  Now ain't that sweet?  I thought it was.  But the even greater thing is, when I got into my car this morning, I had forgotten all about the sweetness, until I got in and looked behind me.  No crap!  It was great!  I loved him all over again. I wanted to run back upstairs and tell him how happy I was, but thought I better leave him to his slumber.

 

On other notes.  I had the worst gas a pregnant lady could ever have this morning.  I sort of felt like Samantha in Sex and the City when she and Carrie are in the shoe store and she lets two rip and Carrie is ready to die.  Luckily, it was only this morning when I was getting ready, so I only had myself to poison.  But it was pretty terrible.  I think prego me and pizza hut pizza do not mix well together.  I'll have to take note of that.  Luckily, I've had no incidents in my cubical this morning.  The weirdest part of it was it was that sort of "painful" stuff where you can feel it move through your intestines.  I felt it start above my baby bump way above where my intestines usually are, and felt it move all the way down.  It was totally weird realizing how stretched out and rearranged my organs are right now.  Obviously, I'm aware of this, because when my stomach growls it is below my boobs instead of below my belly button.  But still.  Actually feeling all that movement was a little bit trippy.

 

Did everyone have a good Christmas?  I did.  It was nice and relaxing and fun to spend with my Dad.

 

Does anyone have plans for New Years?  This prego will likely wind up at the home town American Legion.  I'm going to call my prego cousin and make her go too, so we can be sober together.  She should be up for it.

 

 

I Almost Died Today

OK. Exaggeration. But I seriously did fear for my life.

I was at the top of the stairwell at my office when suddenly, my right food decided to stop stepping forward. My heal got stuck on the first step and suddenly I found myself falling. Luckily, I grabbed the hand rail before toppling head-over-heals all the way down the stairs.

Instead, I just suffered a mild twisted ankle.

My boss has been out of the office the past couple days, and life has been pretty hectic for me because of it. I'm actually blogging from home right now. I was going to scrapbook, but I just don't feel like getting my fat ass up out of this chair to bend over a table. But I really need to finish scrapbooking my wedding.

My dad is in town, so that's pretty fun. He drove up, and brought me his old TV. They bought a new flat screen TV a while back. So they decided to give me their old one. It's about twice the size as my old one. Funny thing is, I never realized how small my old TV was until they put this on in. DJ bought a TV stand that actually isn't horrible. (I actually think I like it.)

Damn, McDreamy is HOT! I'll marry him and have his babies if Meredith won't.

Who's ready for Lost to start? Yeah baby!

Spider Experiments

Pregnant in the Front...And Back

I noticed something horrible coming out of the bathroom just now.

I'm getting bigger from the back view. And I'm not talking about my ass. What used to be a cute (although large) hour glass figure, is now squaring up. I'm horrified!!! Why can't I be one of those "pregnant in the front" people?

The Plague

I saw the virus host (aka my husband) for about 30 minutes yesterday between jobs.  He was pretty much dead on the couch.  Stinking up the joint.  Why is it when men get sick they stink?  Also, why is it when men get sick, they think the world is ending, and they can't do anything but sit on the couch and feel sorry for themselves?  Here I am, starting to feel his lovely first symptom of a sore throat, and I'm getting ready to go back to work.  His only job for me yesterday was to mail packages, but because he's too sick, the only thing he did all day was move from the contaminated bed to the couch.  Which is now also contaminated.

 

I couldn't sleep at all last night.  First, my throat hurt.  Second, I kept getting choked by all the mucus that is building up in my throat.  Third, I kept having crazy dreams about trying to check-out customers at Macy's but the register wouldn't work correctly, and people were getting pissed.

 

This morning, I am more pissed at DJ than sympathetic.  Why?  No, not because I'm a selfish bitch, but because it occurred to me that he thinks he's dieing and that the rest of the world can just stop until he feels better.  Meanwhile, I'm carrying a second person in me, my body has been aching for a long time now and I've gotten no sympathy for that.  Plus! I don't have the luxury to lay in bed for two days while I recover from this poison he has passed on to me.  I will still have to come into the office, and tomorrow night (when I suspect I'll be at my most miserable) I'll be working another midnight shift. I also now have to run to the post office at lunch and mail the packages that should have been mailed yesterday, and if he doesn't pick up his mother's pictures for her, then I'll have to go get those sometime today as well.

 

I should call him right now and wake him up.  Just to make myself feel better.  ;o)  Just kidding, I wouldn't do that.  Well... not because he's sick.  But if he were hung over, I'd totally be all over that.

Shift from Hell?

Well... I sort of screwed myself this week.  I'm going to go ahead and blame it on the SPS (see my dictionary for definition).  Although, I know exactly what I was thinking when I accepted it.  I was thinking, "Extra money at Christmas time will be good!"  But now that it's here, I'm really regretting it.  Tonight, and Thursday night I have to work 6:00-Midnight at Macy's.  Yep.  You heard it.  MIDNIGHT!  I have no idea why I accepted two shifts like this in one week either. And who are these crazy people who are out shopping this late at night?  I work the last 3 hours by myself too, so it better not be busy.

 

In other news.  DJ should be mailing our gifts out today.  I made it idiot proof for him.  The gifts in this bag go to the address written on the sticky note.  The sticky note also says how many presents should be in that box to be mailed.  It also has the people's name on the sticky, so if he really gets confused, he can just look at the sticky and dig out the right presents until he gets to the right count.  Every household has a different bag too.  But just in case, let this be my warning to Lilagirl and Blac especially, you may get the wrong presents.  But they are all labeled, so you should be able to call each other up and arrange for an exchange.

 

I wound up buying my crappy sister a gift.  I really wanted to not bother since she was such a shit head when I was in town after Thanksgiving.  She didn't even bother to come around to see her ONLY sister who is PREGNANT.  (But somehow I'm the selfish bitch.)  I did spend considerably less than I would have normally.  I actually wound up spending more on her boyfriend's present.  ha!  Not intentional, but still funny!  --For those of you who don't know my sister, gift giving is all about the cost and quantity.   Not about the caring and giving or the thought that counts part. I could buy her a $5000 pile of shit, and just because it was expensive, she'd be totally excited about it.  No joke.  But I could also get her about 6 piles of regular free shit, and so long as she got the most gifts in count, that would also mean that she's "more loved" or whatever it is that goes through her warped head.

 

I came home yesterday to a hubby who wasn't feeling very well.  He said he had a sore throat, but by the end of the night he was sniffling and sneezing.  So I'm sure it's only a matter of time before this prego gets miserable and nasty. I already have too much mucus in my system because of this whole pregnancy thing.  So I don't even want to know what happens when I get sick.  I imagine myself looking like Slimer from Ghost Busters.  So all last night I had to avoid the germs of my husband.  I never realized how much we kiss and all that jazz.  It was almost hard to avoid it yesterday.

 

 

Dead Santa!

My office is doing one of those mystery parties!  It's pretty exciting! Everyone has to participate.

 

Here is the summary. 

The portly gent who dresses in red won't be going down any chimneys this year. He is dead - possibly murdered - yes, it's scandalous but true. It happened just before the company Christmas party being held a Chatties Restaurant. Did someone not want him to be there? Was it revenge for an unwanted present from Santa last year? Or was it just old age catching up with him?

 

I am Nancy Norcott.  I am a radio journalist. I'm an extrovert and very friendly.  I like to play the game fairly and I get my info through my many friends.

 

I'm supposed to dress like a journalist, and carry a notepad and pen.

 

This should be fun!  I can't wait for next week to play!

Stupid Me

I just dropped $70 on a top and an under top for my office Christmas party this weekend. It doesn't even have sleeves! What was I thinking?! And, it was on sale, so I can't return it. This is one of the things maternity stores get to screw you on. They don't accept returns on sale merchandise. I have to say. I think it was the SPS kicking in again.

In other news, I got a $50 gift certificate for giftcertificates.com from one of the companies that I am doing business with. I wish more companies would send me cool gifts like that. Most usually just send food. Giftcertificates.com is basically a site that lets you buy gift certificates for a bunch of stores so that you can basically spend it anywhere. I still haven't decided what I'm going to spend it on. Neeto eh?

OMG!

I'm totally shitting my pants right now. We got our bonus' today and I got the FULL AMOUNT of my bonus!!!!! Woo hooo!!!! I'm scared to open my envelope though because I don't want to be sad when I see the amount of taxes that have been taken out. They take like 30% for gift taxes. Bastard government! So I'm going to just be happy that I have money for the moment, and not open it until I get home.

I can't believe it though! I got it all!!! I must be loved over here. And none of the prorated crap like stupid wilsons either.

I can't wait! I've got big plans! Pay off a credit card bill that just decided to bend me over with a 25% APR, then pay off a loan I've almost got paid off, buy christmas gifts, and then buy stuff for me and baby. Woo hoo!

Frickin' Cold

Have I bitched about the cold weather lately? Well, I'm doing it again.

Do you know how cold it is in this place? NEGATIVE 14! It is so cold, that when I walked outside to get into my office building, within seconds, the hairs in my nose froze! I thought I had a booger I was going to have to pick out, but when I got into the building all was well again. This actually happened to me on the way in to Target the other day, and that day the temperature was negative 7. Same thing. Frozen nose hairs.

When I told DJ that no human should be living in this kind of climate, he told me to just wait until my eyelashes freeze and get little tiny icicles on them. WHAT?! Again, I pointed out how no one was meant to live in this place.

Another strange thing about this place that I realized as we were sweeping 7 inches of snow off my car in the airport parking lot was, "Why the HELL doesn't this town have any covered parking?" You'd think that they'd really like this concept since we're always scraping sheets of ice off our windshields. Who was the idiot that built this city anyway? I also wonder why they don't ever attach their garages to their buildings. All the apartment building parking garages are detached, but for a few that have underground parking. And all the houses built before, oh, probably 1995 also have no attached garages. Why? Of all places, this place should have been the inventor of attached garages.

All I have to say is thank God for the invention of Astro-Start. At least when I do finally get to my car, it's nice and warm. Well, I came in today to get some work done, so I better get to it. I'll write more later if I get it all done.

Blogging

I have to blog. I have to blog. I have to blog. I have to blog.

 

Sorry.  Don't have time right now, but I have plenty to say!

 

Here's something for ya, Fargo is the #5 drunkest city in the nation.  Something to be proud of.  Go us!

Let's Play, You Be the Judge!

Tell me if this isn't a good example of living in your own technicolor dream world?

Note: convos have been truncated to keep you interested.

Convo1: (Ok. I'm too busy to find the original, but here is the gist)
her: I want family pictures, my unibrow boyfriend can take them. Let me know your thoughts.
me: I'm fine with that so long as it is the four of us, minus Unibrow and DJ since I'm prego (and Unibrow isn't even part of the family yet- didn't say that part, expecting her to figure it out.) Otherwise, I'd much rather wait til next year.
her: OK. That's fine, let me know what you're going to wear.

Convo 2: (exactly as original)
Me: OK. My color choices so far are lavender, grey, or black. Very likely will wind up being lavender for me.

Do mom and dad know about our plans? (didn't mention it in the last email) Will we plan to do that on Thursday night after supper? (Maybe we better do it before we eat so we don't look fat.) I'm fine with doing a "just the four of us" picture. Because after this year, it's really not going to be the four of us anymore. Technically, that's already happened with me getting married, but DJ doesn't care if he's not in the photos this time around. He understands that we don't have a "just the four of us" picture. And after April, something tells me no one is going to care if DJ and I are in the pictures anymore anyway. Maybe we can make mom and dad sit in front of us to hide my fatness too?

----here comes the crazy----

her: What color would DJ wear? Unibrow doesn't have anything that's purplish, but he does have a few nice black shirts. Me, I'm sure I have something in the lavender family, so we could go with black, white, and lavender. And yes, I have already devised a plan to hide your tummy in the photo.

me: I thought we were just doing pics of you me dad and mom? So no DJ and Unibrow (I'm calling him Uni from here on out).

her: Well, I figured we could first do us (you, me, Mom, and Dad) and then do another with the four of us and then toss in DJ and Uni, plus one of each couple individually. What do you think? Too much?

Convo 3: (edited)
me: ...I'd much rather have pictures of my family including the one in my belly. The main reason being: Its not like we're going to have permanent pictures done every year, so I'd much rather just wait until the baby is out.

And for a secondary reason... I'm sure you'd feel the same way if it were reversed: I don't really think it's fair to DJ to do a "family" picture with "the boyfriend", since he's not yet married in. (Boyfriends are removable. Even the live in type you know.) I have been wanting a family picture with me, you, mom, dad and DJ, but since I didn't want to offend you by excluding Uni., I haven't asked for it. I don't want DJ to see some framed picture on the wall that's being considered a "family" picture, with someone who hasn't made the same commit he has. I can't really explain what I'm talking about, but I think there is something to be said for those that are permanent members of the family, and those who are not yet. I also don't want to take a set with and without Uni, and ask mom and dad to frame and hang the without version. So therefore, I am voting against the including Uni and DJ altogether to avoid conflict. It's either DJ only, or none at all for me. (PS, this is another reason for my reason number one. Because maybe by next year Uni will be permanent and this will no longer be an issue.)

Then I got serveral emails ranting on about how Uni is a good photographer and how he has all he needs to take a good photo. I have at least 3 of them telling me that.

My secret response: "OK. Dont really care.... BUT can he refrain from picking his nose with his pinky finger and sliding what he finds around on his finger for more than every other 5 minutes?"

OK. So verdict? Who's the crazy?

PS. Ain't no way in HELL I'm taking a family photo with some boyfriend that if he were smart enough would run away screaming while he still can! It's bad enough I have to buy the guy Christmas gift when we get together for our "family" gift exchange.

Bring on Old Man Winter

Well... I guess it's here. This morning it was NEGATIVE 3, and it only got up to 13. So I guess it's finally here. The bitterly cold crap hole that we call winter up here. Man, I can't wait until Summer!

Here 's another complaint from me since you've got me started.

I took my computer to the Big W with me, and when I opened it up to use it, the frickin' LCD panel was cracked. All the way across the screen. I'm pissed. I didn't even treat it roughly. It went from table, to padded bag, to car, to table. Doubly pissed because my warranty just ran out, and I decided not to renew it. Bastards!

One a much happier note. DJ and I are headed to Albuquerque for the weekend. It's a whole 42 degrees there today. So it will be really nice to get into the heat wave of the desert. Can't wait!

Holy Shit!

I got home tonight at 5:00. I haven't opened any blinds. I came in, and started folding my laundry, then headed to my computer desk, and started working. Around 6:30, I realized it felt like it was freezing in my place. I headed into the kitchen to warm up some dinner, and realized that it was snowing. There is about 1/2 an inch out on my patio! WTF? It didn't even feel that cold when I came out of the office tonight.

Weekend Update

So how is everybody doing? What would you like me to talk about first? Would you like to hear first? The latest of antics about my sister, or would you like to hear the latest of antics of my MIL? You're going to hear both really, so I guess I'll pick. We'll go with the sister. I really should start a list. Well... I guess I sort of have one. I did a quick search, and put them all under one tag Here's the latest addition to the list.

I received my sister's "Christmas card". (Some of you may have received it, because of course, she's trying to make my friends her friends, so she can make them think she's "super great!".) Anyway. She dressed her dumb dogs up as hot dogs, and made her boyfriend dress up as a mustard bottle while she was ketchup. The picture is totally hilarious. I'm sure she thinks it's very serious and cute, but I think it's frickin' HILARIOUS!!!!! For so many reasons.... But anyway, that's not the complaint. Everyone can do their own stupid thing with their cards. I'm sure people think mine are stupid as well. But what bothered me, is my super "worried about identity theft" sister (So much so that she used to shred her junk mail for fear that someone might get some info on her. She may still do this.) has started her own blog. Can you guess which blog engine she's using? Could it be Blogger??? Could it also be a blog that was started shortly after I sent out an email to my family and friends about my public family site???

She had emailed me and asked me about what blogger was, and I stupidly fell into the trap of telling her it was part of Google's web packages where you could do tons of stuff with one account including RSS readers, and all that crap. So foolish of me. I didn't have my guard up. For now on, I will have to ignore her emails until I can have time enough to think about what the devious plan is.

Now, you may be thinking. "KB, you're so silly. What's the big deal. Many of your friends have started blogs after finding out about yours. It's no different than that." Well... If that's your thought, then let me point out that this is the same sister that whenever she sees what my hair looks like, she switches her hairstyle. And let me also reiterate about how she won't buy anything online because she doesn't want anyone to steal her identity, but has no problems making her boyfriend, my father, or anyone else she can sucker into doing it for her. Which reminds me of the time she called me up and wanted to take out a $5000 loan in my name because she didn't want it on her credit. But it was totally fine for it to be on mine. Whatever.

It's nothing that I'm losing sleep over, but it's just another one of those things to kick me back into reality about how she still hasn't changed or grown up. I'm a thousand miles away from her, and my blog, is about the first glimpse into my life that she's seen in two years. I'm so not going to give the link to said blog, because it's just all about her three stupid dogs, but here is what she says in the intro. "This blog is dedicated to my three beautiful pups, Scout, Bandit, and Daisy. In the photo below, Bandit is the smiling dog on the left, Scout is smiling dog on the right, and Daisy is the cutie in the middle with the happy grin and longer, fluffier hair. I would also like to thank my boyfriend, Dan, for being such a big part of our lives and for encouraging me to set up this blog!" Ummm... What about "Thanks to my sister, whom I keep trying to be by trying to do everything she does at every chance I get. If only she'd let me in more, so I could be more like her." Oh, and here is more. "... please be mindful that, since this blog is being set up in website format, that any and all comments posted to this blog are public and available for the entire internet using community to see. Please use caution and respect when mentioning other people and, if at all possible, please refrain from using last names. You do not have to be a blog subscriber to post a comment. If you are not a blog subscriber, simply sign in as anonymous and post your comment. But please! As my sister so carefully points out on her blog, if you do comment using anonymous, please be sure and sign your first name or initials at the end of the comment so that Dan and I know who the heck you are!" Hmm... doesn't that sound almost exactly like this "...Currently, you don't need to be a blogger subscriber to make a comment. All you have to do to comment, is sign in as anonymous. But please! If you do comment using anonymous, please sign your first name so we know who you are.
And please! Remember, just because we're on the web, doesn't mean everyone else wants to be there. So use caution and respect when mentioning other people. My rule of thumb is not to use any one's last name. Although this site is "technically" not published in any search engines, it is still a website, which always makes it public." I guess I'd be less irritated if she just said, "My sister has a blog, and now I want to have a blog too."

That reminds me, I better email her and tell her that she better not be giving out my blog address to people without my permission. Because I don't need her crazy friends reading my personal business. I can always make it private if I have to, but I don't want to make it hard for the people I actually care about that are reading it to read it.

Now on to the Saturday holiday with my in-laws. That surprisingly, was not bad. Not bad at all. I think what made it more interesting than usual, was that she invited some neighbors/relatives of theirs that I really like. I'll call them L&B. L, the man, is so funny. He's very talkative, and he's not always actually funny, but the things that he says are funny, even if he's not trying to be. And B is just so nice (in a normal way). When I walked into the house, she greated us at the door, and before I could get a "hello" out, she said, "I just heard your good news! I'm so happy for you!" and gave me a big ole hug. (I think that's more than I've even received from my own MIL.) She even looked like she was ready to tear up. It was sort of nice to be greated that way. This couple was one of the first people I met when I came to "meet the parents" way back when DJ and I were still in that cutsie stage. They were the first people to make me really feel welcome. Their daughters are the same way too. DJ and I have met them for dinner a couple times and I would love to be "real friends" with them. Does it sound too desperate if I just come out and ask them that? "Can we be friends? I really like you girls, and would really like that." L&B being there, made the day go by much better, and we didn't even spend any time staring at the TV on mute.

I also FINALLY got to hold my nephew. He is now 8 weeks old. It's about damn time! Usually when I see him everyone else wants to hog him, and I just get annoyed by the people that don't just leave the poor kiddo alone. But my SIL wanted to eat, so I took him for her. Man that guy is heavy. He decided he didn't want to sit up anymore, so I adjusted so he could lay down, and he fell asleep. I was like, "YES! he didn't start screaming!" So I held him while she ate, and then when she was done, we put him down for his nap. Man! Was my arm sore! He's 12 pounds something now, so it's not like I was lifting a little light baby anymore.

DJ and I also saw Fred Claus. This is getting bad reviews (so I hear), but I thought it was pretty good for what it was. I'd recommend seeing it if you like that kind of movie.

Gobble Gobble

Happy Turkey Day! DJ and I didn't do very much yesterday. It was just him and me. But we still had a nice day relaxing.

First Day of Snow

I finally got to spend this past weekend with my girlfriends in Ye Ole Cities. (I think I'm more excited about that then they were.) Although our weekend was quite a bit more mild than it normally is, it was still pretty fun for me. For the first time though, I was able to drive home without feeling like I was going to pass out from lack of sleep. I really miss living in a real city. I also miss being around people who don't talk about their tupperware sales, or the last purse party they were at.

On my way home, it started to snow. Only in this one town though. It was really sort of weird. I drove into a fog, then it turned into a flurry, then it was big fat flakes, and I could barely see the road. I drove for about 20 miles and it finally turned into rain. It was sort of neat. Although I absolutely hate the idea of the cold weather, it was pretty cool seeing the snow. Too bad we're going to have about 6 months of it.

The Mother Ship

My office is doing these cute little games for us to earn holiday bucks toward things at our team holiday party. One of those games involved making our own gingerbread cookies using a few provided supplies . I won 3rd prize for mine! 30 Holiday bucks buddy!

We're calling me the mother ship because I'm growing a little alien, so I made my GB cookie an Alien "Mother Ship". I won it for most creative use of the supplies.

Hot Steamy Sex

Did anyone happen to catch the end of Private Practice on Wednesday? I watch that show. I'm not sure why, because I don't really like anything they are doing with the characters. Other than I've always thought Tim Daily was hot, and ditto for Tay Diggs.

So anyway. Tay and his ex-wife (the characters anyway) get it on pretty good at the end of the show. I as so turned on by Tay I almost had to, well... I didn't. So we don't need to go there. If you missed the epi, and want to see it, click on this link. Really the only good scene is that last one.

Couldn't find a hot sexy one, so his one will have to do.

Disappointment

So.... I called the "Women's Only" fitness center in town to ask if they offered any pregnant women's group classes.  (Of course they would right?  They are always advertising all these, "Mommy and Me classes", so they for sure would offer maternity workouts right?  Besides, it's an ALL WOMEN'S workout center.  So of course they'd have to cater to that part of a woman's life.  Right?)  Well, apparently not.  They don't.  How is that even possible?  A supposed "Women's Facility" not catering to pregos?  Then, when I asked if they had any courses that would be recommended for a pregnant woman, the girl wanted to transfer me to her manager.   Whatever.  I can't be the first person to ever call and ask about this.  So I said never mind, and hung up.

 

So now I'm disgusted, because I'm left to my own devices to be sure I'm working out correctly without injuring myself or the baby.  I have to do something though because I hear the weight is easier to get off if you're active during the pregnancy.  And I definitely (ha!  Spelled it right the first time!) am NOT going to be going for walks this time of year.  Especially since it's going to snow soon, and then it's all about the game of "don't let the prego fall on the ice".  (And since my quest for cute sensible shoes isn't going well, that might be a harder game then usual.)

 

On a positive note (Sorry boys), I bought a new bra and my boobs feel fabulous!  I finally found one that is comfortable, and doesn't push them up to my neck.  Thank the Lord!

 

 

Spit In My Face Bitch!

That's the funniest thing I've heard in a long time! No, it's not something that DJ said to me. It's something I heard on my radio station this morning. Sometimes I tune in to Lex & Terri, a Texas based "shock-Jock" radio station. --Two alpha males, just being rude to their callers, and being silly.

So this lady calls in and proceeds to tell this story of how she and her new boyfriend of a couple months finally got down to "business" last night, and in the middle of it, he grabs her hair (So hard her neck hurt, she said) and yells, "Spit in my face bitch!". She said this in her version of exactly how he said it. A short and loud man voice. It was so funny how she said it, and how serious she was about needing advice on what to do, that after about the third or fourth time of her saying it, I burst out laughing in my cube. I couldn't hold it in. The guys on the radio were laughing at her too.

I was laughing so hard. (You know how I get when I laugh too hard. I can't help it, and I know I look ridiculous. I also get weak and can't stand.) That's how hard I was laughing. And no one was there to share it with me. I laughed so hard, my eyes were crying. The only thing I could do was email my friend Jordan. She's the only one that would appreciate this story. Which she did. Too bad you guys couldn't have heard what I heard. It was frickin' HILARIOUS!

I'll tell you what I would have done. I would probably have burst out laughing as I did when she said it. But at him. Then, I'd probably laugh so hard at him, I'd pee on him. Then I'd get up and leave that loser naked on the floor (or wherever it was we were doing it.)

I can't wait to tell DJ! He's going to think it's hilarious too!

Right or Left

Are you right or left brained? Check out this link, and find out.

Right or Left Brained

Two Carrots to Go Please

 and make it snappy.

 

club kb's Two Cents

Mel, Isaiah, Rusch, Alex, Dog...

I'm so sick of people appologizing for their racism. They aren't sorry. If they were truely appauled by their actions, they wouldn't be so free to blurt them out. The only reason these people applogize after the fact is because someone made it public.

You know what. If you're racist, then fine. Make it known and be proud. Because you'll get yours in the end anyway. Charma is a bitch, and I suspect it's worse for ignorant fools.

Stop making excuses for yourself, and trying to make yourself out to be a saint, when you're really a dirty ignorant bastard.

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Does this Happen to Anyone Else?

I'm tired today. Really tired.  I have discovered, when I'm tired, I am dehydrated or something.  I feel like I need twice as much lotion, and I have to have a nice big glass of ice water next to me at all times.  I have already had a glass, and am almost finished with the second.

 

Anyone else have this strange issue when they are super tired?

Falling

I fell down some stairs today. Totally don't know how it happened. I wasn't in my costume at the time either, so I'm blaming it on the pregnancy. The worst, and most embarrassing part about it was that I was walking out a client and we were going down the main stairway which is fancy, and open to everyone in the lobby.

Luckily, I grabbed the hand-rail while screaming. The guy did grab me to stop my fall. Of course, I jumped up, made a joke, and kept walking. Thank GOD the hand rail didn't plummet down with me when I grabbed it. How embarrassing would that be?

OMG! I hurt so much. Somehow I must have kicked my right shin, because I now have a big welt there, plus, I think I have rug burn on my thumb. I also drew blood on my left elbow. Found that later. And, my big toe on my left foot hurts too.

I am now a little worried about all the ice that's going to show up this winter. If I'm already falling for no reason, can you imagine if I have to walk over ice with a big ole nasty belly? Maybe I need to get a big bubble for me to ride in while I'm out.

PS. You can see my costume on the other site. If you don't know the other site, then email me so I can give it to you.

Superhuman Terrorists

A co-worker sent me this link to a site that has tips on how to fend off Superhuman Terrorist attacks. It's very informative, and I for one will be using all these tips the next time I'm attacked. Please read every word of this gentlemen's blog. It could save your life one day!

An illustrated guide on dealing with superhuman terrorists.

If you didn't already know, this week was Islamo-fascism Awareness Week. Now I'm not entirely 100% positive on what an Islamo-fascist is, per say, but I would assume it's some sort of superhuman hybrid of a terrorist and a Nazi, which is admittedly pretty frigging scary. In the face of this new threat, I'm doing my part by providing you with these handy-dandy tips for how to deal with superhuman terrorism, which were emailed to me this morning in one of those terrific email forwards on which I base all of my thoughts and opinions (Thanks, Michelle!). I hope they can be as helpful to you as they've been to me.

The Expatriate Act

Gay Hollywood: Out of Sight?

I never did buy this movie so I could freeze frame it when Jake jumps off that cliff naked. Maybe I should do that this weekend...


from EW.com
By Adam B. Vary

Almost two years after ''Brokeback Mountain'' raked in $178 million worldwide, no major studio has greenlit a single gay film. What is keeping movies in the closet -- and what should Hollywood be learning from TV?

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal's cowboy romance commanded the cultural conversation for months. Will it change nothing?

In the weeks before the 78th annual Academy Awards, Brokeback Mountain producer Diana Ossana already suspected what few outside Hollywood could imagine: Her film was going to lose the Best Picture race. ''Several people told me they knew a lot of Academy voters who just refused to see the film,'' says Ossana, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Larry McMurtry. This tragic love story between two men had dominated the critics' awards and banked $178 million worldwide. It even captivated sellout crowds in states like Oklahoma and Ohio — just not, apparently, in Academy screening rooms. ''What are they afraid of?'' McMurtry asked Ossana. ''It's just a movie.''


But Brokeback was more than a movie. It was a phenomenon that commanded the cultural conversation for months, from Jay Leno to YouTube to the cover of The New Yorker. More important, it proved that straight audiences would snap up tickets to a same-sex romance. Since then, a few gay-themed films have been released (e.g., Notes on a Scandal). But seemingly no studio — nor any studio art-house division — has greenlit a film with a gay lead character. ''I don't think any studio responded by saying, 'Quick, dust off whatever gay dramas we have!''' says one former studio head. As surprising as it seemed that Brokeback could lose the Oscar to Crash, the real shock is just now setting in: Brokeback may have changed nothing.


When audiences complain that Hollywood is out of touch with the rest of the country, it's invariably because a movie is deemed too liberal. When it comes to gay characters, however, it's out of touch for the exact opposite reason. In the past decade, America's attitudes toward homosexuality have shifted, particularly among young people.


A recent national poll of college freshman found that 61 percent approved of gay marriage, up 10 percent from a decade ago. Kids in high school grew up watching Will & Grace and can't recall a time when Ellen wasn't gay. These days, you might catch the gay romance on As the World Turns or get sucked into a bitchy same-sex speed date on MTV's Next. You could be captivated by Dr. Liz Cruz on Nip/Tuck or arrested by Det. Shakima Greggs on The Wire. And, of course, you can watch anything on the gay network, Logo, or the de facto gay network, Bravo. This is not to say that TV is perfect. A recent study by the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation calculated that the number of gay regular characters on scripted network prime-time television had actually declined, to just 1.1 percent. That study didn't look at cable or reality TV, nor the total audience watching those shows. Regardless of whether the number of gay characters is up or down this year, the letters LGBT have become a part of television's alphabet soup, and audiences consume it, in their living rooms, by the millions.


While television has been fostering greater acceptance for gay people, movies remain stuck in the 20th century. Almost two years after Brokeback, the best Hollywood can do with gay content is the ''I'm not gay!'' punchlines of Wild Hogs or the homoerotic homophobia of 300. Even the ''gayest'' studio movie of the year, I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry, climaxed with stars Adam Sandler and Kevin James horrified by the idea of a same-sex kiss. Here's the weird thing: Walt Disney, the company behind Wild Hogs, is the corporate sibling of ABC, which, with Ugly Betty, Brothers & Sisters, and Desperate Housewives, is the most queer-inclusive broadcast network around. So what gives? How can TV shows be so progressive while movies seem so...old?

Announcement!

I was going to complain about my maternity pants, but now I have something REAL to talk about!

Are you ready?

I got promoted! A real promotion! Completely blindsided by it too. Which really makes me happy because I didn't have to stress out about not getting it. I am now Internet Marketing Manager in charge of User Experience. Which to me translates into website development and consistency retention. Effective immediately I am managing 5 people! How exciting! 2 of those people, we haven't even hired yet. Super sweet.

There goes my worries of not getting promoted or taken seriously because I'm knocked up. I don't think I shared this, but about a month ago, I asked for a raise and got it. I went in with a list of everything I was hired to do, everything I am now doing and comp salaries in the industry around this area, and said, here is what I want and here is why. I was happy then, but now I'm totally ecstatic. I know the pressure will be on, but go ahead and BRING IT baby! I can take it!

Anyone want to meet me for Happy Hour tonight?!

I'm sure I'll talk about my pants later.

Spelling

Is there a word that you CONSTANTLY spell wrong?  Even though it's a common easy word?  Apparently I have one of those.  It's DEFINITELY.  (And yes, I spelled it wrong the first time when I wrote it just now.)  For some reason, my mind will not properly spell this word.  I think even if my life depended on it, it'd come out wrong the first time!  I have no idea why.  It's like my brain just hates this word or something.

 

Maybe I should start using any of these synonyms:  absolutely, categorically, cert, clearly, decidedly, doubtless, doubtlessly, easily, explicitly, expressly, finally, in spades, indubitably, obviously, plainly, positively, specifically, surely, undeniably, unequivocally, unmistakably, unquestionably, without doubt, without fail, without question

 

You're probably dieing to find out how I spell that evil D word aren't you?  I seem to spell it the same wrong way every time.  I spell it D-E-F-I-N-A-T-E-L-Y.  So it's just one letter, but it's really bugging me. Why does my spell check always identify this word as the one that is incorrect in everything I write?  Does anyone know any tricks to get myself back into spelling shape?

My Waist

Last night I had a dream I was shopping for maternity pants.  I dreamt I was trying on 114 inch waists (I don't have a 114" waist.  FYI), and they were too tight!  Even though I hadn't gained any weight yet.  So I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't fit!  And I broke down and cried at the fitting room attendant.

 

In the dream, my stomach was flatter than it is in real life too.  Damn dreams.

Me and All My Acne

Today, I headed off to ye ole Target (spoken with a French accent) to checkout what they had on sale in the M-m-maternity section.  (I can't believe it's only Tuesday.  I'm totally exhausted and can't focus.  And I even took a two hour nap yesterday, plus went to bed at 10:oo.  I thought the second trimester was supposed to let you have your energy back?  It sure isn't giving me back all that time spent peeing...)  Where was I?  Oh yes... focus.

 

They have several different styles of maternity pants, and I really didn't realize there were choices.  Do I need a 3 inch stretchy band (probably all spandex), or one that is longer and more like cotton with a little spandex?  Are those things supposed to stretch over your whole belly or what?  Do I buy the size that I wear now, or are there special prego sizes like the juniors, and misses departments? I could sure use some girl help on this one.  So all you crazies that have just been dying for me to ask for some of your "professional" advice.  Please feel free to spill the beans.  (Of course, some of my dear crazies have already started "blessing" me with their advice.  But they can't help it.  They are crazy baby-makers, and I accept them for this disease. They can't help it.)

 

Then I wandered in to the baby aisles, and I realized I know nothing about strollers either.  (Yes, it has occurred to me, in all my "not so crazy to squeeze an alien out of my body" years, that I don't know anything about all of this baby crap.  But just as wedding planning went.  I will figure it out as I go.  And you people think my wedding turned out beautifully didn't you?  Didn't you?  Well, my SIL thinks I'm a wedding planning QUEEN.  So that's good enough for me.  :o) After all, she doesn't need to know the truth.  Even though I did come up with some cool ideas for her reception decorations.  Maybe I should become a wedding planner/coordinator...)  Again... focus.

 

How do strollers work?  With the ones that come with the car seat pull out thingy, do I need to buy the car seat "adapter" separately?  or does that come with?  The boxes don't really tell you much.  And what if I want an extra car seat thing for DJ's car?  How do I get that?  I didn't just see those laying around the aisles?  I did see something cool.  They have those portable (yeah right, like they are really portable) baby play pen things with a second level that acts like a bassinet.  That's genius!

 

I just realized that the title of this blog has nothing to do with what I posted.  Well, sort of.  Remember paragraph two?  I walked by a mirror, and realized the acne I thought was getting better is NOT!  It's terrible.  I look like a crazy pizza neck.  It won't go away.  And why is it just on my neck?  It really sucks.  So there you have it.  I've finally gotten my point sharpened.

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Crappy Car Days Continued

Well, my shitty car did it to me again. But this time, at least it was only two blocks away from my house, and at noon instead of middle of the night. I had just gotten gas, and when I tried to turn my car back on, it didn't want to start. Same frickin' thing as last time. Basically, my Security light comes on, and thinks I'm a thief so it won't let me start it.

So I had to get out, and ask the creep sex molester gas attendant to help me push my car out of the gas stall into a parking space until I could get it towed. Another thing that really sucked was that it was Sunday and nothing was open. So pretty much had to sit at home and do nothing. OK. I did some cleaning and some laundry.

So then this morning I called the dealership and they gave me some tips on how to get it started so I could drive it to them to get fixed. $460 later, I think it's fixed. If it's not then I'm leaving it where it dies and buying a new car. Piece of crap!

Brad Paisley is HOT

Thursday night DJ and I headed off to the big city of Grand Forks to see Brad Paisley in concert. The concert was pretty good. Rodney Atkins opened for Brad, along with Tyler some-bitch. OK, she's not a bitch that I know of, but her music annoys me. But anyway, Rodney is like 7 feet tall, so it was pretty funny when cute little pocket sized Brad came out after him. The concert was good, and so was the show we got to see during it.

So during the openers, these college guys were all standing in front of us. When Brad came out, a second set of people showed up. So then there were about twice as many people as there were seats down there. The second set, was pretty drunk. One guy, turned around and was talking to DJ and me, when some other dude just pushed him down into the row of seats below him. So then his friends helped him up and the crappy dude just turned around and punched him straight on in the face. For no reason that DJ and I could tell. So we were like, "WTF?!" The crappy dude was starting to come back for another cheap shot, but the other guys in the row, shoved him out, and luckily he never came back. Then later, one of the other guys was so waisted I thought he was going to puke. I was so happy I was in the row above him instead of below him. His friends finally got him to sit down for a while, but they wouldn't let him pass out. My guess is because it's really hard to move a passed out dude. But if they would have they would have had much less problems. Waisted dude tried to stand up a couple times and started to try to fight with the same dude that got punched earlier. I don't know what it was with punched dude, but it seems like all his guy friends want to kick his ass when they are drunk. One of the sober guys had to stand between the two so poor punched dude wouldn't have to watch his back the whole concert. In the end, someone called security, and they escorted out waisted dude, and then all was fine. Poor punched dude. All he wanted to do was have fun. He seemed like a fun drunk, so it's too bad he kept getting his ass kicked. ha!

News?

So...Has anyone heard any good news lately?  Hardy har har. I AM so funny.  :o)

 

Well, as most of my Blog Readers already know, I am pregnant.  (Note my weight loss ticker has changed to a baby ticker.)  Sadly, I didn't make my 30 pound goal.  But I was totally happy when I discovered the reason for my 4 week plateau.  I wasn't failing at weight loss, I was pregnant!

 

My friend blac17 told me to spill the details.  My response to her was, there really aren't any details.  Then she sent me this list of questions.  BTW, this is probably the last time you'll hear me blog about these details.

The details I will need are-  

How far along are you?  11 weeks 

What is your due date? April 19 

How did the families react? My dad is probably the most excited.  My mom, I think she’s coming around.  DJ's parents… Well, they don’t really "excite", so I think they are, but who knows. 

How did YOU react? Freaked out.  I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon.  Apparently we are fertile people.

How did DJ react? He hugged me and we cried (happy), then he told me he suspected because of some new habits I  had picked up in the past week or two. 

How do you feel about all this? I guess you planned it...since you had to get off your BC... Yes, it was planned.  We have been working on going off the BC for a while, but we postponed a couple times.  So in April we decided we were really doing it.  By July, I was pregnant.

 Are you getting morning sickness!!!??? I did for a few weeks, but nothing too bad I don’t think.  It was more like how I feel when I’m really hungry, but more constant. 

Do you want to know what the sex of the baby is?  No, we can’t tell that until Week 20.  But we’re definitely going to find out.  How can I, a planner, not know the sex of the baby?  Pe-shaw!

So there you have it.  The answers to all your prying questions.

Kohl's Activates Rooftop Solar Rollout

LAGUNA NIGUEL, Calif. (September 28) -- Kohl’s flipped the switch on a rooftop solar energy system at its location here, as part of the launch of its photovoltaic solar rollout to 63 of its 80 California stores.

When completed, Kohl’s solar program will represent approximately 15 percent of California’s photovoltaic installations to date, and will generate more than 35 million kilowatt-hours of renewable energy annually, or the equivalent of powering an estimated 3,087 California homes.

The retailer is working closely with the State of California to help meet the goals set by Governor Schwarzenegger and the Public Utility Commission. Under the 2007 California Solar Initiative (CSI) program, the state expects to build solar power systems totaling 3,000 megawatts of power by 2017. At 25 megawatts, the total projected capacity of Kohl’s solar systems will be larger than that of the top five largest completed photovoltaic systems in the U.S. combined, the company said in a statement.   Way to go Kohls!  Almost makes me want to shop there.

Pumpkin Latte

One low-fat Pumpkin Latte = N-A-S-T-Y

 

Don't spend your money on it.  YULK!

Wardrobe

I HATE everything in my closet right now.  There are only 4 things in there that I like. Everything sucks.  I wish I was a shitty dresser so I could get on What Not to Wear and get a $5000 shopping spree.

Premiere Week

Is anyone excited about Premier Week?!  I am!  I haven't watched much TV in the past few months, and I totally forgot about the good shows that are out there.  What are you planning to watch?  Here is what I plan to watch, although I missed last nights premier's because I was at the hospital.  (More on that later.)

 

Shows I'll be repeating

Two & a Half Men (Mon. 8:00 CBS).  OK.  This is more a DJ pick.  I watch it because it's on, but it's actually sort of funny.

 

Rules of Engagement (Mon. 8:30 CBS).  This show was super hilarious when it was on for a couple weeks back in the day.  So hopefully it will stay that way.

 

Earl (Thur. 7:00 NBC). I might be checking out of this one this season.  But I was a fan last season.

 

The Office (Thur. 7:30 NBC).  A must watch for anyone who works in an office!

 

Grey's Anatomy (Thur. 8:00 ABC).  Of course! Don't even need to say anything more.

 

Nip Tuck (Fridays? ).  I can't for the life of me, figure out when this show finally returns to the air waves.  But I can't miss it!  I think it's going to be a great season!  The boys are starting over in LA.

 

Shows I'll be checking out

Dirty Sexy Money (Wed. 9:00 ABC).  Could be interesting.  It also has a drugged up Baldwin in it.  How could it go wrong?

 

Private Practice (Wed. 8:00 ABC). Wasn't too impressed with the spin off after Grey's, but I'll try to be loyal and remain optimistic.

    Bionic Woman (Wed 8:00 NBC).  Interests me, but don't think I'll be watching regularly.  But I'll try and tune in to the first show during commercial breaks.  (I think I need a Tivo).

 

Damages (Thur 9:00 FX).  I hear this was really good. So I'm curious.  I'm going to try to remember when it's on so I can check it out.

 

Some other show.  I keep seeing previews of some show that is supposed to be the male version of Sex and the City.  As soon as I remember what that is, I think I'll tune in.  If I get to see as much D$ck and ass, as we "got" to see of t$ts and ass on SAC it should be a good show!

 

 

Shows that are on too late for me, but I'd love to watch them if I wasn't so old and had to go to bed

Jimmy Kimmell Live

Conan OBrian

 

 

 

Oh What a Night

Well, last night was fun (insert sarcastic tone here).  I had to work at Macy's last night, and that was no fun because I wasn't feeling well.  Then, around 2:30 in the morning, I was woken up by crazy hard rain.  No warning, just POUND! POUND! POUND!  It was so hard I thought it was hailing.  Then it started thunder and lightning (ing?).  Right about the time, I was almost back asleep, it really did start to hail.  Super hard.  And since my town home is all upper level.  I was seriously worried about my roof.  It was so loud.  I got up to inspect the hail and see if I needed to save my hibiscus.  I kid you not, this hail was the biggest hail I've ever seen!  It ranged from quarter size all the way up to baseball size.  BASEBALL size.  After I saw the third baseball bounce off my patio like it was a rubber bouncing ball, I decided to let my plants fend for themselves. Since I don't have a football helmet handy, there is no way I was going to risk my life to save my poor precious plant.  I think those suckers would have knocked me out and I'd still be beaten and passed out on my patio this morning. Had I gone out there.

 

I also did a lot of praying for the hour this went on.  I prayed that our corn and bean fields wouldn't get hit.  If that hail reached it all the way to the fields, I think my husband is going to have a breakdown. This year has already been bad with all the flooding we had at the beginning of the season.  So I'm fixin' to call him in a few minutes to see what happened down south.  Hopefully the storm went northeast and missed them.

Last Night

Want to know what I did last night?  Froze corn and hemmed dresses.  Don't I sound like quite the farm wife and I don't even live on a farm?!

 

The sweet corn is ready right now, and man is it good!  You would think there isn't much difference from store bought corn and fresh picked corn, but there is!  I love this part of being married to a farmer!  Plus I've got Tomatoes, watermelons and squash to enjoy as well.  Yummmmmm.

Awesome!

Perfect Day, Shitty Night

I had a very good day.  Not to crazy at work, nice weather, blah blah blah.  Then I went to my second job.  All was well there too.  I made my sales goal, and got out of their in good time. 

Headed to my car.

Got in car. 

Car no start.

"WTF?!" 

 

I was not a happy camper. After trying to start it five or six times, I decided to walk back into the building to try and call a cab. During my time of trying to start my car, I thought back to all the times Lilagirl and I had troubles with her car.  I swear, she had 3 cars in one year of high school and all of them died with starter issues.  We spent many an hour in parking lots pissed off at her cars.   So I sat there thinking of all the things that were wrong with her cars to try to figure out the problem with mine.  Then I decided, "Screw it.  I'm a girl.  I'm calling a taxi." 

 

Turns out, some lady gave me a ride home.  So my crappy car is sitting at the mall.  DJ said he'd bring me up one of the crappy cars he has and take my car home with him to work on or have worked on.  Which makes me happy even though it's a pain in the ass.  But at least he's not making me tow my car to some expensive dealer here in town.

 

I'm going to run over there at lunch and see if it miraculously starts.  DJ thinks it might be an issue with my computer going haywire.  Figures.  Damn computers!  Down with Computers!  Oh wait, I take that back because if that happened, I'd be out of a job....

Anti-Stupidity

A girlfriend of mine had a quick discussion about  how she thinks I'm Anti-Baby.  My answer was, "No, I'm not anti-baby, I'm anti-annoying moms, and shitty parents."  And really, all that just rolls up into my Anti-Stupid People standard of life anyway.

 

Some examples of Annoying Mothers:

"OMG!  I'm pregnant!  You should get pregnant too!"

"OMG!  All I think about and talk about is baby anymore, and I have to torture you about it too! I also have no idea what's going on in the world, because all I care about is babies!"

"OMG! I used to have a brain, and used it, but now all I want to do is surround myself with babies and other mothers.  I don't need my "pre-baby friends" anymore."

"I can't leave my baby with a sitter while I go out and have some me time! How dare you even suggest that"

"Oh sure I'll meet you at the bar, It'll just take me 45 minutes to load all the baby gear in the car, and I and baby will be there in a jiffy."

"I just don't trust leaving my husband with the baby alone."

 

Some examples of Shitty Parents:

"Toddler, if you're good while mommies in the store, I'll buy you a toy."  While in the store toddler is a crazy loon, throwing temper tantrums and other.  Toddler still walks out with a toy.

"Go ahead baby, have another cracker while we're sitting in this nice restaurant.  You don't need a plate or a napkin either.  Just spread it around."  Family leaves and families booth is completely trashed.

"Mommy!  I want this!  Mommy I want that!  Mommy! Mommy!  Mommy!"  getting louder with each word.  Mommy is too busy talking with her friends to even acknowledge her child and lets child run crazy in public.

 

State Fair Day!

This weekend was pretty busy for the man and me.  Saturday we went to the county fair in town.  A friend was racing motocross, so it was fun to watch.  Sunday, I baked a turkey for lunch.  It was YUMMY.  Then, we had a pie and ice cream social that we helped out with.  It was a lot of fun working with all the old ladies from the church.  There were some girls there that were my age too, so we had some fun messing around with pies. 

 

Then, after the pie social, DJ and I headed off to the State Fair in St. Paul. We stayed with my friend Jordan.  It was fun seeing her, I haven't seen her in what feels like FOREVER!  Then, when she left for work in the morning, DJ and I headed off to have some fun.  We got there around 10:00am, and left around 8:00pm.  Luckily, my friend Sarah and her family met up with us for a while while we went through a couple car booths.  So it took me a little longer to get bored with all that crap than it normally would.  Surprisingly, we actually enjoyed each other's company the whole time.  Not a single, "I'm sick of you, get away." moment.  This usually happens because he and I are totally different Fair going people.  I have destinations, and don't want to waist time getting from one place to another, and he, well, he really doesn't care where he goes, or how he gets there.  He also takes FOREVER to look at EVERYTHING.  Here's THE food tally.  I don't think I did as bad as I was expecting.

 

Me:

Blackberry Shake

Fried Pickles w/ Ranch

Chicken Kabob

Roasted Corn

 

DJ:

Chocolate Shake

Corn Dog

Fried Gator w/Gator Shaped Fries

Brownie

 

Seriously, that's all I can think of that we ate.  So that's a little disappointing.

 

We got back to town at Midnight, and I had to get up at 5:00am to drive back to FM to get ready for work.  I woke up with a sore throat, and today, I am admitting that I am sick.  Apparently, running around the fair and not getting enough sleep really messes with your immune system.  Bummer.

 

Potato Days!

I'm totally bummed.  I have to be in the Big W this weekend because the county fair is in town, and I promised DJ we could partake in the festivities.  Plus, his families church is being moved to a different area (They are merging with another church because there are not enough members.) and they are having an old fashioned ice cream social to raise money.  (Which we get to help out with.)  --Did you know that at an ice cream social, you have to make the ice cream and pies from scratch?  No store bought stuff?  Umm... Yeah, and of course, the men of the church came up with this idea, but the women of the church get stuck doing all the work.  How many pies have I made? ZERO.  Why?  Because I'm CATHOLIC, and therefore I hold myself exempt.  :o)  just kidding.  I just haven't made any yet. I suppose I will make a couple this weekend. 

 

Anyhoo, ever since I have moved to this forsaken frozen tundra, I have heard of one thing that I thought would make me happy.  It's even been featured on the Food Network.  It's the Barnesville Potato Days!  It's sounds like so much fun!  Everything is centered around the potato.  And really, who doesn't love potatoes?!  French fries, curly fries, waffle fries, baked potatoes, dumplings...  They also do a bunch of activities centered around the potato.  I'm bummed that I have to miss it.  Sniff sniff.