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Goodbye Budlight.

Goodbye skinny jeans.

Goodbye sushi.

Goodbye caffeine.

Hello designated driver duty.

Hello elastic.

Hello nausea.

Hello extreme fatigue.

Goodbye creativity.

Goodbye desire to have clean house.

Hello fruits & vegetables.

Hello prenatal vitamins.

Goodbye family of 3.

Hello family of 4!

Yep, I've got one of them buns in the oven.

The bun maker & I got busy.

(i know, gross)

Baby B. is scheduled to enter the world

on December 5, 2009.

Saw the little peanut's heartbeat on ultrasound today.

Phew, what a relief.

& now I can finally blog about it!

What a crappy weekend....literally.

So, Husband left for his golf trip Thursday at 6AM...great. fine. see ya later.

Bubs & I had our own plans.

We were going to go visit my parents for the weekend.

All we had to do was get through Thursday

& we were going to leave after I got off work on Friday.

As I pulled into my parking lot at work Thursday AM, I received a call from daycare.

Bubs was sick. Puking sick.

Splendid.

That darn stomach flu bug found us.

Perfect timing.

For Hubs, that is.

Luckily my mother-in-law was able to go pick Bubs up from daycare

because I HAD to see a patient in the clinic.

Thursday was a bad day.

On top of Bubs being sick, that patient I had to see in clinic fell (luckily she was OK). I almost was hit by some stupid white truck on the interstate on my way home to care for my ill son, & when I got home, I noticed a ginormous rabid bat clinging to the side of our house.

OK I exaggerate a little.

But that sucker was gross. Thankfully my father-in-law took care of it.

Thank goodness Thursday ended OK.

No more vomiting. Bubs was acting pretty normal.

Friday AM Bubs woke up with a nasty case of diarrhea.

Excellent.

Again, thank goodness my MIL & FIL were able to stay home with him. Poor Grandma got more than she bargained for around noon. Bubs was definitely not done with the vomiting & the diarrhea continued.

I got home early & was trying to get some fluids in the little guy.

Boy, he sure hates that Pedialyte.

Hates ALL flavors.

I even tried a couple.

They are nasty.

I was able to get him to eat a popsicle &

trick him into drinking some Pedialyte & water.

All the poor kid wanted was milk.

Friday ended with no more vomiting & only a few nasty diapers.

By Saturday morning, Bubs was pretty much acting normal.

I decided not to take him up to my parents house.

I figured that nobody needed to be around a semi-sick kid.

Plus I didn't want to end up with that junk away from home.

Several hours in the car + diarrhea + vomiting=VERY BAD TIME

Today Bubs is doing great.

Diapers haven't returned to "normal" yet, but they have improved.

And the little stinker is drinking without me having to trick him!

Husband is almost home.

Hopefully he's prepared to change some funky diapers.

Because I'm going to be off duty for awhile.

I'm pretty sure I've earned it.

Golf. A Four Letter Word.

I hit the golf course tonight.

Frightening.

I do not remember being this bad

my first time out last year.

It was like I forgot how to swing.

If there was sand, my ball found it.

If I would have made it

through more than 4 holes

& got near the water,

my ball would have found that too.
I was hesitant to get lessons.

I'm calling the lesson gal

first thing tomorrow.

If I'm going to do something,

I want to be good, er, mediocre at it.

I really don't want to have to quit golf.

All my friends do it,

& husband would be so disappointed.

Husband is convinced

my crappy game

has something to do

with my cheap golf clubs.

Yeah, yeah, that is probably the problem.

And what happens

when I take the lessons,

get the new clubs

& still stink worse than a pile of dung?

I know, I need to relax.

It was only my first night out.

Lots of time to improve.

But I guess if I don't

at least I'll still have my hot a$$.

Oh, and don't you love the wig?

I wear it so when I hit

the house on hole 6

& break their kitchen window,

they have no idea it is me.

Awareness & Appreciation

So a bunch of my girlie friends and I started a book club a few months back. We have read some good books--mostly humorous & light, but this book we are reading for April is far from humorous & light. I'm not good at book reports and I don't intend on doing a book review, but I felt that I needed to mention how much I appreciated the words written by Elie Wiesel. I remember in school learning of the Holocaust, reading the Diary of Anne Frank, & watching Schindler's List, but I don't think I fully understood how devastating the time period was. Now that I'm an adult with a family of my own, I am absolutely enraged & disappointed in the human race for making Jewish men, women & children endure what they did in the 1940s. Elie Wiesel told his story because wanted to give meaning to his survival and believes he has "a moral obligation to try to prevent the enemy from enjoying one last victory by allowing his crimes to be erased from human memory." It is inconceivable that something like the Holocaust could happen. I will never understand why Hitler made the decisions he did & how his men were able to carry out his insane orders. I'll admit, I am a little ignorant when it comes to the affairs of the world, and I do know that there is plenty of suffering going on in the world today, but I pray this attempt at mass extermination of a group of people NEVER happens again. I pray that lessons were learned & wounds are healing. I pray the world NEVER forgets the torture & devastation the Jews had to bear & most of all, I pray that my children & my children's children ALWAYS treat others as equals & recognize how VERY lucky they are to live in this free nation.

(my spell check isn't working & i realize i have several run-on sentences, but i hope you get my point)

Blog Farts

Jaci over at one of my favorite blogs, Ravings of a Mad Housewife, does this Blog Fart Friday thing every Friday (obviously). I thought I would join in & throw my random crappy thoughts out there for all to read. Here goes.......

So anyone that "knows" me, has figured out that I am slightly obsessed with vampires. So, I thought I would share a thought that occasionally comes to mind.

If I were to leave my husband for a vampire (which really i could only leave my husband for a dead fictional character), which vampire would it be?

Blade aka Wesley Snipes: dark & mysterious, although you are fine....sorry, no. Don't care for your fashion sense. Not a fan of the long leather coat.

Keifer Sutherland from The Lost Boys: I love your hair, and your ride, & although you double as Jack Bauer from 24 (seriously bad a$$), I would not consider leaving my husband for you. Frankly, you aren't very nice.

Tom & Brad: To be honest boys, you are both too femmy for my taste. I realize you were dressing for the time period, but you really don't do much for me. Plus your hair is too damn long.

Bill from True Blood (one of my HBO favorites): So hot. Love that you don't kill people. Very tempting, but you have something good going with Sookie. Don't want to interfere.

Edward (Twilight): Duh. Now this a no-brainer.....if I didn't have a child to think about.

The Count: Actually, this vampire seems most logical. Bubs loves him, his teeth are made of fabric and a little stuffing, harmless....best of all, he runs in the same circle as Elmo.

I guess the Count it is & how nice, Hubs approves.

Husband, welcome back

HOORAY!!!

Tax season is almost over.

I will no longer be a single parent!As tax season draws to an end,

let me leave you with

a little accounting humor.

(I don't have much because accountants really aren't very funny)

If an accountant's wife cannot sleep

what does she say?
"Darling, tell me about your work."

What's the difference between

an accountant and a vampire?
A vampire only sucks blood at night

The more you earn,

the less you keep,

And now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray the Lord my soul to take,

If the tax collector hasn't got it before I wake.

(-Ogden Nash)

Amen

Happy April 15th everyone.

It is a celebrated holiday at our house!

Easter Recap

Here are just a few pictures of our Easter. We let Bubs check out his Easter basket before church on Sunday.
The Easter Bunny didn't go overboard this year. Just a few Elmo eggs with M&Ms, sidewalk chalk & an Elmo Easter book. Funny how the Easter Bunny knew Bubs was totally into Elmo.
After church Bubs was in a squirrely mood.
I was trying to get him to stand still so I could get a nice picture.
Finally he cooperated.
Sort of.
Looks kinda guilty,
doesn't he?

Real men wear pink.

Grandpa & Grandpa B., Great-Grandma & Great-Grandpa Y., & Uncle Keith & Aunt Rachel came over for supper last night. Grandma B. wanted to have an Easter egg hunt.

That's funny Grandma, those don't look like Easter eggs.

She hid tons of toys all over the yard.

And that is why the Easter Bunny didn't go overboard....because he knew Grandma B. would. I think the Grandpas enjoyed the dump truck just as much as Bubs did.

(if not more)

The family performed a nice rendition of

"The Wheels On The Bus"

Not sure if this is the wipers on the bus,

or the bus driver on the bus

saying 'see you later' part.

Excellent story telling guys!

Unfortunately we didn't see my family this Easter holiday. Bubs & I will head up to my parent's house in a couple of weeks when Hubs is on his golf trip. We missed them this weekend, but will get some quality time with them very soon. Hope everyone had a Happy Easter with their families.

The things you do for your kids.....

I faced my fears today.

I too sat on the Easter Bunny's lap

& came away unscathed.

The bunny wasn't as scary

as I had recalled,

but Bubs wouldn't sit on the

bunny's lap alone...

& neither would I.

The weather today was phenomenal.

I *heart* Spring!

I'm so ready to get out

on the golf course.

Bubs was practicing his swing today.

Not too shabby.

We also went to the park & played.

Bubs LOVES the slide!

Enjoy the great day!

We sure did!!!

Because life-size talking bunnies are NOT cool

Hey kids, what is more frightening than Santa Claus & the Tooth Fairy combined?

The freakin' Easter Bunny.
I have a serious problem with a grown person getting into a large fuzzy bunny costume and having children sit on his/her lap. Although not exactly "right", sitting on Santa's lap does serve a purpose....you need to let him know what you want for Christmas. What is the point of sitting on the Easter Bunny's lap?
Hmmmmm.
I've grown to really dislike rabbits.
It all started with a traumatic experience as a child.
When I was a kid, my dad gave my sisters

and I each a rabbit.
I had an albino rabbit that I named Magic.

Remember that song 'You Can Do Magic' by America?
You can do magic
You can have anything that you desire
Magic, and you know
You're the one who can put out the fire
You know darn well
When you cast your spell you will get your way
When you hypnotize with your eyes
A heart of stone can turn to clay
Doo, doo, doo ...
I sure did love that song & magicians....
anyways, I liked that fluffy bunny....at first.
But after awhile that fluffy bunny didn't seem so cute.
Those beady red eyes always staring at me.
Those snarly teeth bared.....claws ready to strike.....
I was convinced my bunny wanted to kill me.
Maybe it was because I never fed it.
It wasn't because I didn't want to feed my bunny, but my Dad kept the rabbit food in his shed--where crickets commonly frolicked in the bag of feed. One time, I reached into the bag to scoop up some food for the hungry rabbits,

and a swarm of crickets attacked me.
I was done.
I explained to Dad that if he didn't do something about the crickets, I would NOT feed the rabbits. Dad explained to me, that if we didn't feed the rabbits, he was going to give them away.
After about a week, near starvation, our bunnies went to live across town where, according to Dad, "responsible children would feed them. "
My sisters and I were heartbroken..for like a second.
We realized that the bunnies were in a better place....until several days later we found out a dog had destroyed the cage and ate our bunnies for lunch.
Poor Magic.

This picture actually scares the bejesus out of me.
It's exactly how I would picture Magic coming back from the dead.
Pi$$ed off and ready to kill.
(*i realize i may need some therapy*)
But, I digress, I was TRYING to stay on the Easter Bunny topic.....

Did you know that rabbits are prolific breeders? The females can conceive a second litter of offspring while still pregnant with the first. The two litters are born separately. Freaky little animals. What I still don't get is why at Easter time, you see images of rabbits laying eggs. I understand that eggs & rabbits are symbols of fertility & the new life that Spring/Easter brings....but why the rabbit laying the egg?

Ah hah, now it makes sense.

And don't worry, I'm going to put my fears aside and take Bubs to see the Easter Bunny Saturday. He can form his own opinion about that petrifying creature.

Back to life, back to reality

It was fun to escape for a night.....

but I couldn't wait to get home to see my boys......

and it was nice to know they

were happy I was back......

so the laundry & dishes

would finally get done.

VIP

So, let me tell you about one of the greatest nights of my life. The most amazing thing happened to my friend Amy & I. We were driving down to KC to see our girl Brit, and Amy had Facebook pulled up so we could stay up on all the "news". Amy's hairstylist posted a comment that mentioned he was going to be "ringside at the Circus." OK, cool. Then Amy talked to him & he was going to be in the Power & Light District & we should go meet him & his boyfriend there for a pre-game cocktail. OK, very cool. Well, my BNF Michelle was driving around in some lavish stretch Escalade....something like that---and then consuming cold beverages at some establishment "near a clock"....or something like that. Unfortunately were not able to meet up (really had NO clue where she was), but we talked & texted a lot during & after the concert, so it felt like we were watching the concert together. I think she was a little envious of my situation......oh, so let me tell you a little about my situation......So Amy & I drove almost directly to the Sprint Center. We parked 2 blocks away....walked to the Power & Light District & met up with Amy's stylist. What a gem of a guy. He tells us of his good fortune of not only receiving 1 set of VIP tickets to Britney from a client of his, but he somehow received 2 sets. Instead of scalping the VIP tickets (which may have gone for $250+ a piece), he decided to pay it forward & offer us 30something moms the 2 extra tickets. OMG!!!! We thought about giving away our tickets & paying it forward again, but we weren't 100% sure the extra VIP tickets were legit & we WERE NOT willing to risk NOT seeing Britney. (I definitely paid it forward in the parking ramp on the way out of the concert...dumb college girls...lucky for them it is illegal to run people over....that is a whole other story I'm not going to get into on this post) Well, we held our breath as the little ticket man scanned the printed off tickets....and JACKPOT. We were in like flint! I mean, seriously, someone freakin' pinch me. This stuff just doesn't happen to me!!
This is Amy & I in the Power & Light District. Awesome atmosphere. It was probably 40 degrees out & there were some VERY scantily clad girlies sauntering around. Luckily there were heat lamps above us and it felt much warmer. I loved to be with a gay hairstylist. Sassy, witty, and brutally honest about hair. Luckily he thought my hairdo was fab.

Here are our wristbands for the VIP area. I'm keeping mine forever. I contemplated NEVER taking it off, but decided the band would get ruined if I didn't.

This is Amy's hairstylist & his boyfriend. What wonderful peeps. I think it made them so happy that they made us EXTREMELY happy. Love those two guys!

The Pussycat Dolls opened for Britney. They were really good. I honestly didn't think I would know many of their songs....I actually knew them all. I most definitely couldn't sing word for word, but I had heard all the songs they sang--and I actually think they did do their own singing. Now Britney, not so much.

We are still in shock. What a surreal experience. Front row at Britney!! There were seats directly in front of us--like I could stroke the hair of the person sitting in front of us. Those silly people spent $1200 for a seat in that area. As my mom would say, "they need their head examined." Don't get me wrong, the PCD & Britney are phenomenal, but $1200? WTF.

Perez Hilton introduced Britney. His large melon on the screen frightened me a little, but I found the introduction very fitting.

Can you believe how close we are to her? Now remember people, my camera sucks. Sucks something real bad. So I have NO special zooming features that would make objects appear closer than they really are. This is REALLY how close we were to her.

I think I took about 200 pictures. The majority of the pictures are of Brit's back. She's a quick little mover & shaker.

I must say that Britney's dancers are amazing.

AMAZING.

The Circus theme was genius.

Britney's songs are brilliant.

What a spectacular concert.

I know some of our friends made fun of our excitement for Brit, and family members thought we were ridiculous for driving 4 1/2 hours to see her, but NOBODY can EVER take away the fact that

1) I saw Britney Spears in concert &

2) I saw her VIP style.

This is definitely a story I will be

telling my Great-Grandchildren.

(and anyone else willing to listen)

Thanks Amy (& Britney) for the great memories!