You too could win …
Ok I haven’t won anything yet…but it would be cool to win something from
Mod Mom and her giveaway!!
Thank God!
Ok..we have confirmed that Judy Blume is alive and well. Thanks to Beth for the link to Judy’s blog! My guess is that whoever told me that must have misunderstood an announcement about her birthday.
I am just glad to know that I still have time to get an autographed copy of “Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret.”
Judy Blume
Someone told me last week that she died. I can’t find anything about it online… I am going to assume she is alive.
Anyone know?
Underwear that I hate
Do you have underwear that you hate? Steve doesn’t. In fact, the concept is foreign to him. He doesn’t understand that my underwear drawer is it’s own society with differing levels of hierarchy. Some of my underwear is ivy league and some of it is on food stamps.
It begins at the top. and so shall we…
The Holy Grail -
your favorite underwear…they don’t ride up or crawl down, they don’t squeeze you in an unflattering way, they hold everything in just the right way and you smile when you open the drawer and they are there! You would never wear these panties during your period…for fear of ruining them.
The Golden Fleece -
This underwear is not as celebrated as the “Holy Grail” underwear but you never think twice about wearing it. It fits well and doesn’t piss you off. (and you still wouldn’t risk their well being while menstruating)
The Special Edition
These are the “almost perfect” underwear. They have one small flaw but it isn’t enough to keep you from wearing them or bring you to throw them away. They are your first choice for comfort during your period!
The Director’s Cut
These are the panties that bill themselves as fabulous but you are disappointed every time you wear them. You swear you will toss them…but when the time comes you feel like you should give them one more chance.
Emergency
These are the worn out versions of the above categories. They met with some unfortunate fate…and yet they are still better that the underwear that you hate.
UNDERWEAR THAT YOU HATE You know these. Why are they even in your drawer. When you see them you start to frantically dig through the drawer praying that you have anything else. You run to the dryer…just in case there are some other panties there. You HATE these! All day they pull and bunch and generally piss you off. Even brand new they just suck!
***NOTE - all maternity underwear sucks. ***
So what kind of underwear do you have on today?
just to clarify
I am pro choice. However…that doesn’t mean I am anti prolife. I just believe in a woman’s right to choose. I don’t agree with zealots of any kind on the side of any issue.
My last post was meant to illustrate that the lady in front of me in Target was a freak. That’s all. It was not meant to be a political statement.
**this post is not directed at any of my dear precious loved commenters but instead at a “weird” emailer**
I think this is weird…
if you don’t that is fine too.
We were out of milk and yogurt and cereal and spaghetti sauce (why are there 5,000 varieties of spaghetti sauce) and some random other things that we use on a regular basis…so I stopped in at Target. I picked up the items I needed (as well as an impulse item - black pepper and sea salt kettle crisp chips) and headed to the check out. This is where the weirdness was witnessed. I am standing in line and I realize that the cashier is “chatty”… You know what I mean. The kind of cashier who wants to make sure that she is your total BFF by the time she finishes ringing up your milk. Much to her delight…the lady in front of me is also in search of her Target BFF and they are chatting up a storm. I picked up a magazine and avoided eye contact. Because of the logistics of standing in line behind someone…I was privy to the conversation they were having. They were talking about their kids and who like what foods and snacks and blah blah blah…
Then the cashier asks
Cashier: How many kids do you have?
BFF: Three
Cashier: How old are they?
BFF: I have a six year old, a 5 year old and a Fetal 14 week old.
a Fetal 14 week old
WTF does that mean? I assume she means that she is 14 weeks pregnant…but who the hell says that? I thought it was really freaking weird. Really.
So what do you think? Do you “age” the unborn and consider them one of your children?
When someone asks me …
I usually say something along the lines of “I have one that is almost 2 and another on the way.”
And that is only since I became noticeably pregnant.
What would you say?
It freaks me out a little that she said that.
Do you think she is a freak? or are you cool with that and will immediately start saying that about your unborn?
Links for 2-19-08
Not only did this disturb me emotionally…I felt sick.
Mommy’s Lil Spy: The Nanny Cam
What do you think? I am all for it…most of the SAHM/D I know work pretty freaking hard!
Should At-Home Parents Receive A Tax-Credit?
These are so cool!
Totally Out of Hand
the diet coke fairy!
Yesterday we ran out of diet coke. It was a sad moment. The plan was to get some after going to Mom’s for dinner. We forgot. Then at 10:30 last night…it occurred to me that we were still out of diet coke. I bemoaned this fact to Steve…who assured me I would survive. Now …let it be noted that I don’t drink coffee (never have) and so I get my initial “fix” in the morning from a nice cold diet coke. So while I could survive…why would I want to?
Anyway…this morning when I went to the fridge to get Scout some milk and yogurt there in the fridge was a case of diet coke!!! It was like manna from heaven!
It’s the little things.
Holy Crap - I am 30 weeks pregnant!
So staring at me from my inbox was this message
Your pregnancy: 30 weeks
Holy Crap! 30 weeks? Really? Wow!
Time flies when you have a toddler! With Scout I was acutely aware of every moment of my pregnancy. I knew to the day how pregnant I was and exactly where we both were in the development and such.
This time…not so much.
I am lucky if I can figure out how many weeks I am when someone asks and if babycenter didn’t email me every week…I would be lost. That is not to say I am less excited … just less …oh hell i don’t know if I am less anything I just know that i am MORE busy.
