200...WHAT?!

Today is a milestone for me. No, I don't weigh 200 lbs, I haven't won $200, or exercised 200 minutes this week. I don't even own 200 pairs of shoes (although I'm working on it). Nope...today is a milestone because it is my 200th post on my blog! (I hear y'all cheering, don't deny it.)

So, let me just say - thanks for reading, all of those who read, thanks for commenting, all of you who comment, and thanks for saying prayers for me when I have asked you to. I know I don't write about anything deep or too important, just daily musings in the life of an ordinary Southern woman, muddling her way through wifehood, step-motherhood, daughterhood, sisterhood, friendshiphood (yeah that was a stretch) - well, you get the idea. The thing is...all of us have something to learn from each other and share with each other and, thanks to the Internet and blogging, I have been able to connect with folks that otherwise I wouldn't know existed in this big 'ole world and I've gotten to get a peek into their stories, ideas, tragedies, and triumphs. I've even picked up some fashion advice, cool stores to shop at, and things to do - all because of people taking the time to sit down and just type. So easy, yet so effective - the perpetual butt butter to my soul.

Raise a glass, girls and guys - here's to 200 more posts, 200 more lessons learned, and hopefully 200 more laughs with few tears in between. Life is good, I am blessed, and down the road of writing I continue on.

Y'all have a good Thursday!

We are baacckkk!!!

We drove back into the Upstate yesterday evening and I must say that even though our vacation was wonderful and much needed, I am so glad to be home. I am a home body to the core, y'all, and not afraid to admit it. Plus, it was just so dang hot on the coast of SC these past few days! It was like summer was sticking around even though my calendar definitely put us in the middle part of October. It just doesn't seem right to see Halloween decorations without the accompanying falling leaves and such. And celebrating the fall time of year in a bathing suit just seems...wrong.

But here, today, in my neck of the woods, it is cold and rainy - good soup weather, in my opinion! And I'm wearing my first turtleneck of the season...I sure am ready for the cold weather - but come March, y'all know I'll be chomping at the bits to put on my warm weather clothes. Tonight, sweet hubby will be pulling down the Halloween decorations and warm weather clothes. I finally feel comfortable enough to put up my light cotton and short sleeves - it looks like fall is here to stay.

And although I will share more about our beach trip as the week goes on, I wanted to leave you with this - a perfect picture of our relaxing few days at the family beach house, taken by my multi-talented husband - and edited by me at Picnik.

It's real good to be home.

Change Up

Well, I went into the psychiatrist's waiting room armed with my Starbucks, fresh make up, and cute shoes. And I came out alive. And with a little bit of hope because guess what? My medication was WRONG WRONG WRONG to begin with and if I had listened to those around me who love me, maybe I could have avoided this whole I'mfatbecauseofantidepressants thing altogether by being on the RIGHT meds in the first place. Amazing how clearer things look in hindsight. And amazing how people around you can pull together to make things that seem horrendous okay...

Like my mom. And my husband. And my supportive friends. And my dogs who stink and have bad breath but who are so freakin' glad to see me at the end of the day that they act a little crazy.

So even though this was the summer I was supposed to get off my meds, it has turned into the fall that the tides began to turn for my mental health. I am welcoming that like I'm welcoming the falling leaves.

Hello Fall!

Welcome To Wal-Mart

So I opened an email forward the other day from my friend who doesn't send me forwards unless they are really funny. And this one soooo was. It was a "People You See At Wal-Mart" email and I just about busted a gut laughing. Turns out, there's even a website for it, but it has some bad language on it, so you'll just have to google it if you want to see what I'm talking about (Hint: google "People of Walmart"). Which brings me to my point...why is it that Wal-Mart brings out the freaks in some, the slovenly in others, and the plain out BIZARRE in people, most of those people being, shamefully, from small Southern towns? I just don't understand it. But I kid you not, I will go to Wal-Mart looking like I just rolled out of bed and not think a thing about it. When in Rome and all.

There's just something about Wal-Mart that makes even the classiest among us get in touch with their inner 'neck (aka "redneck"). Your hair needs to be washed? "Oh, we're just goin' to Wal-Mart." You are wearing pajamas and house shoes? "We're just stoppin' by Wal-Mart for a sec." You're in hair rollers? Oh honey, you just fit right in. And sadly enough, you do, judging from the clientele I've seen at our local Wal-Mart (which I will not shop at after dark without my husband and a can of mace - nothing against Wal-Mart in general, but at that particular one, the freaks come out in full force).

It's funny how going going to Target requires much more thought in attire. I mean, one most definitely would not wander around the aisles of Target in pajama bottoms and no bra browsing the Mossimo collection. But seeing a random lady (or man, judging from some of those pictures on that website) doing the same thing at a local Wally World would be just another day.

For two stores that basically offer the same thing - they really are a world apart. Maybe it's because the Mossimo collection has been marked up about 500% times more than the $2 they put into it at some sweat shop down in Mexico while you can still get a good George (probably also made in Mexico) shirt for less than $10.

So which store would I rather shop? Well, it really depends on what I'm wearing and if my hair rollers are in. If they're in, you can find me browsing at Wal-Mart. If I'm trying to be high falutin' and have slapped on some makeup, I'll be over at "the Target."

On A Cloudy Day

I think the word "dreary" was based on today's weather. It's just awful, to be perfectly honest, and I can't ever seem to get motivated when the sun is hiding. When days like today come around, I want to spend the whole day in my J.Crew yoga pants and a t-shirt with a good book. Speaking of, my J.Crew yoga pants now have two tiny holes in two very unfortunate places. They are no longer good for anything more than rainy days and to replace them? Well, it would cost $45 at jcrew.com. NOT on your life. Perhaps Old Navy has a substitute? Doubtful that they will be as fantastic and friendly as my J.Crew yoga pants (which, let me just say, I got on ebay and did not purchase at the store), but I will try and find a suitable replacement.

I woke up grouchy and pretty much snapped my husband's head off when he informed me (for the third time) what time it was. It wasn't his fault that the alarm clock was going off, I know, but it sure felt that way this morning. My sweet dog did not feel my grouchiness - he continued to snooze, his big block head right on my pillow beside me. And when I finally dragged myself out of bed? Lucy was up on my pillow curled up in a flash.

Evidently cloudy days and holey J.Crew pants don't bother them.

Tales of a School Board Meeting

So in order to be a supportive wife and whatnot, I went with hubby last night to an event he had to attend for one of his education classes...dum de dum dum...a school board meeting. And no, I didn't fall asleep, although at several points, I wanted to. The meeting lasted two hours. TWO. HOURS. And do you want to know how many items on the agenda actually had to do with what kids were learning in class? One. One item. And it was kind of stupid when they explained it and didn't sound like anything new as the teachers claimed. It sounded like a bunch of high priced recycled hokey that any fool could think of, but our educational system feels the need to pay thousands of dollars (or probably more, they didn't talk about the cost of the new curriculum, imagine that) to help children with their math skills. Whatever happened to some good 'ole fashioned study and memorization to get it right?

I have always loved teachers. There have been several teachers through the years that have touched my life in some way, from elementary to the college level. Amazingly, these teachers didn't have the latest in new curriculum, the latest in technology, and the newest of the new classrooms to teach in. What they did have was a love for their subject, a vast knowledge of what they were trying to convey to their class, and a desire to see each child succeed. One professor in college, whom I refer to as Quasimodo because of an unfortunate resemblance, used nothing but his voice to convey to us his knowledge of Western Civilization. His tests were hard, the papers we had to write on obscure books long and somewhat tedious. But he stands out in my mind as one of the best teachers I have ever had because he was so immersed in what he taught. He painted pictures for us of the Greeks and Romans and I have never forgotten him or his class or, more importantly, what I learned from him.

Teachers, or shall I say, GOOD TEACHERS, are just one piece of the puzzle that has nothing to do with curriculum or budgets. Parents are the biggest piece. They can either instill in a child the yearning to do great things, or they can sit on the sidelines of their child's education and be oblivious. Luckily, my parents were my biggest cheerleaders and also my hardest critics. Every night they would make sure that all my homework was done, every weekend talk would inevitably turn to projects due (remember the Science Fair projects, Mom?). However, they didn't just make sure I had done the work assigned - they were in contact with my teachers, were involved with events at school, and knew all of my friends' parents. They were on the ball. And they both worked full-time jobs. It can be done. I lived through it. And nothing ticks me off more than a parent who isn't 120% involved in their child's education. No excuse is a good excuse for that and I know, as I'm writing this, that I'm setting the bar high for myself and my husband and our future children.

So what did I learn last night at the school board meeting? That beauracracy is still alive and well in our public school systems. That several of the board members (one in particular) looked like she hated kids and hated what she was doing. That not enough parents attend and ask questions. And that it was the most boring two hours of my entire life, but I will be at every school board meeting made available to me when I have kids. I want to know what's going on.

C-L-E-M-S-O-N

That time of year is officially upon us, as the Carolina Gamecocks had a victory over NC State last night, officially heralding in the arrival of that most sacred of seasons...college football in the South. It truly is its own religion, y'all. And its own economy, as people pay the biggest of big bucks to have the best tailgating spot, the best season tickets, and the best accoutrements to celebrate the season.

In South Carolina, there are really only two choices to pull for: either you are a Clemson  Tiger or a Carolina Chicken Gamecock. There is no in between - you are either orange or red. And you will fight to defend your team/coach/city of play until the death. It is THAT serious.

Today is what I lovingly refer to as "game day" at work. It is the day that everyone comes in sporting their team colors. And today its an orange top and jeans for me because, well, my blood runneth orange. See, I really didn't have a choice as to who my team would be. I grew up only 20 miles from Clemson, grew up going to various games (if sporadically), and Daddy would always be watching the game on Saturday. Unfortunately, he switched sides when he married my step-mother (a die hard Gamecock, she is from the Spartanburg area and actually graduated from USC, so I forgive her), but I still love him. Even though its become somewhat uncomfortable discussing sports whenever the legendary Clemson/Carolina game takes place in November.

Tomorrow, the Tigers run down the Hill for the first time this season what has been called "the most exciting 25 seconds in college football." Thousands upon thousands of fans will be cheering the fight song and the season will surge forward in a sea of orange and purple. It's here. C-L-E-M-S-O-N T-I-G-E-R-S...

Smushy Peaches

I was telling Chad's aunt, Y, this weekend that I blogged. I was a little concerned about what she would think because a lot of people are still under the impression that blogging is, well, nerdy. Until I started doing it myself, I thought the same thing. Aunt Y was really interested in it, though, and then Chad said, "Well, tell her about the name." The name of my blog, that is. I don't think I've ever shared why I changed this blog's name from "For Keeps" to what it is now.

In all honesty, I chose the current name of the blog just out of the blue. I wanted a title that showed who I was and what I was about without being trite, annoying, or boring. I am Southern (anyone who reads this blog knows that I'm all about the South), I love coffee (especially Starbucks), and I really do have OCD which some people refer to as "crazy" and it's a condition that leaves me feeling crazy a lot of the time. That's not the only reason I chose that word though...I was really talking about my busy life and learning to be a wife, rather than referring to my struggles with a mental illness. The "Cuppa" part is actually a funny story and comes from something other than the fact that we South Carolinians don't say "cup of", we say "cuppa" when asking for a beverage, or in this case, explaining a recipe.

So here's the story of the "cuppa":
Two years ago, back when I first moved in with Chad and was all enthralled with the idea of cooking and cleaning for my man, we went to a produce stand one Saturday, which isn't anything too exciting because down here, produce stands pop up like kudzu. We were browsing the peaches and I noticed one lady hovering over a basket of shriveley, smushy peaches, but didn't think anything of it and kept up my chatter of telling Chad how much I wanted to make a peach cobbler and didn't know how and how I would never live up to Martha Stewart and her domesticated self. Well, this older lady looked up at me with her smushy peaches and said, "Honey, making a peach cobbler is so easy! It's just a cuppa, cuppa, cuppa...a cuppa sugar, a cuppa flour, and a cuppa milk. You just pour that over your peaches and bake it and it's delicious! And you need to use overripe peaches, too, not firm ones." Which explained two mysteries: how to make a peach cobbler and why the lady was hogging all the rotten looking peaches.

I went home that day and made my first peach cobbler and it was out of this world, if I do say so myself. That sweet lady was the epitome of "Southerness", in my opinion - open, friendly, and willing to give you advice, whether you ask for it or not. I have never forgotten her or that day at the produce stand and every time I make a peach cobbler, Chad and I laugh and remember to add a cuppa, cuppa, cuppa.

Tonight's Plans: Cleaning Out My Jeep

Chad and I were chatting while taking a Sunday drive last week (I know, we are 5 million years old) and I was talking to him about how I felt so grown up when I bought my Jeep. It was the first automobile I had ever had to make payments on (don't even start, I know, I was very blessed to have parents to pay for me to have fun, I GET IT) and I just felt like I had hit a milestone when I bought it. I actually made sure it was spankin' clean for a while, but, like I had done before, I got into the habit of, well, trashing the poor thing.

As of right now, there are several wreaths that I MEANT to get bows for for Christmas 2008, stuff from our October 2008 yard sale, and sandals from summer 2008 making their home in my Jeep. It's bad, ya'll, and I actually had someone ask me if I was moving several months ago. No, I'm not moving, I'm just a lazy butt who hasn't taken the time to clean out her car in, oh, twelve months or so. But that is changing as soon as I get off work! The car needs to be cleaned out and I'm finally getting off my behind to do it. (Chad offered, but I was really too embarassed to let him do it.)

I can't wait to post before and after pictures...and please rest assured that my actual HOME does not in any way resemble my vehicle! :)

Welcome Weekend

I'm sorry I haven't written much lately...honestly, there hasn't been a whole lot to write about. And I'm starting into a harder phase with my "weaning" and, quite frankly, my brain hasn't been up to concentrating on writing because it feels like mush.

Weekend plans...well, since we've been at the lake house for the past two weeks, Chad and I are thinking we'll stay at home this weekend. I am dragging him to see the new Harry Potter movie that just came out and, since I'm off work tomorrow, we're going to save money by going to a matinee. And also sneaking snacks in. We're such rebels.

Also, we just finished up season one of "True Blood" and both of us are hooked. I'm just going to go ahead and say it - it's not the best show to watch if you're looking for something that promotes morality and good behavior. It's pretty graphic on all levels and, quite frankly, it's not something that lifts up our personal beliefs in any way. I just want to make clear to anyone who reads this and starts freaking out that we're watching a show about vampires...I. GET. IT.

My brain is getting mushy again. Hopefully I'll be over this crazy anti-depressant withdrawal hump soon and back to blogging on a regular basis. I'll keep you updated.

Ya'll have a great weekend!

Love

I love summer. :)

Digging

I just wanted to share with all ya'll some recent stuff that I'm really loving right now (in no particular order):

1. Covergirl's Lash Blast Volume Blasting Mascara - I will try any new mascara once and I am just loving this new product, as modeled by the wonderful, yet strange Drew Barrymore.

2. Maui Babe Browning Lotion - I have to give my mama snaps for telling me all about this amazing stuff that you put on and it somehow gives your body the ability to tan faster and better. I'm not really sure how it works or if it is a magic potion, but mama used it and her tan looks fab and she let me try some and even though it smells a bit like a peanut butter cup, it's awesome. You can get it at Ulta, by the way.

3. My paisley print skirt from Ann Taylor Loft. I'm thinking about going back and getting another in a different color because they are so freakin' comfy. I looked online to try and add a linky, but I think they're sold out. I must have picked a popular choice, for once!

4. Van Morrison - I have no idea why, but I am really digging him these days. I think my obsession with him started when his cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" appeared in "The Departed." I dunno.

5. Counting Crow's "Hard Candy" - This is my ultimate summer CD. Buy it. Love it. Listen to it with the windows rolled down.

6. The fact that Rebecca Wells' new book, "The Crowning Glory of Cala Lilly Ponder" is coming out on July 7th. I am so SO excited!

So, some things that are making me smile on this Friday!

These Are My Confessions...

I know you have one. A dirty little secret that rears its ugly head when no one is looking. I'm going to share mine with you today. And no, it's not cart ditching. Cart ditching is a way of life and a budget keeper - not a dirty little secret.

My dirty little secret came up today at lunch. I stopped by one of my favorite little restaurants, Two Chefs, for my favorite lunch ever - dried cranberry and grilled chicken salad. It is so good and would be much cheaper if I just made it at home, but I don't because I am in love with the dressing that comes with it. And also the little roll that you get, too. Anyway, Two Chefs is a, shall we say, more upscale little lunch place, usually full of snazzily dressed business professionals and mamas coming from one of the many various neighborhood pools. It's the kind of place where thin is in and, even though they have a dessert counter with a tiramasu that I want to stick my entire face in, nobody dares eat dessert there.

Today, there was a large plate of cut up brownies, pastries, and various other things that fall into the "you should not eat me because I cause cellulite" category. My dirty little secret come to life...free food samples. Ya'll should have seen me. Nobody else would go near the plate of goodness, but there I was, nonchalantly popping brownie pieces in my mouth when I thought no one was looking, just a working girl waiting on her salad.

I blame my love of free food samples on my grandmother. She had a Sam's membership card, back when Sam's wasn't cool, and I would go there with her. I hated going to Sam's. The hugeness of it freaked me out and I couldn't figure out why people needed 15 lbs of Cheerio's in their pantry. The saving grace at Sam's was the grocery department...and the free samples. There were tons of them...people giving out free food! I loved it. And that has been brought over into my adult years...I can not pass up a free sample of food. And that, my dear friends, is today's confession.

What's yours?

Waves!

Scenario:

It's a busy, crowded mall. A woman that you think you may recognize if you squint your left eye and tilt your head sideways is waving frantically at...you. Um...kay. You start to walk towards her, hoping that when you get closer you will recognize who she is so you don't look like someone with a serious eye/neck condition. And then, from somewhere behind you, someone else runs up to greet the waving woman, and you are stuck there with a big, cheesy grin on your face, feeling like you want to be swallowed through the floor. You have just been hit with a NON-WAVE.

Scenario 2:

Someone is walking by your office/cube/desk and says "hello" or says something nice to, well, you think, it's you. You return the hello/nice comment and turn around or look up, only to realize that that person, who you thought was your biggest fan, is completely unaware of your existence. You have just been introduced to the NON-COMPLIMENT.

Scenario 3:

And my personal favorite...the random IM. You get hit with an IM from someone you vaguely know, but haven't seen in, oh, maybe 10 years but they still manage to appear on your facebook/myspace/linked in/whatever new technology that has developed in the last five minutes that I'm currently unaware of. Conversation is flowing (which is strange because you don't remember a kindred friendship between you and said IMer) and suddenly, one of you says something that triggers an "uh oh, wrong person" button. Embarassment and a subsequent sign off follows. This is INTERTECHNOLOGY MISIDENTIFICATION.

Just some thoughts I had. I've done it. Had it happen to me. Dealt with the red faces...good things.

Big Sleep

I am so tired today and there are two reasons why: Netflix and "Big Love."

Last week, I decided to sign up for the free two week trial of Netflix because a.) we are permanently banned from Blockbuster and b.) we tried doing the Redbox thing and cost ourselves a couple of hundred because we continually bought the DVD's...couldn't quite get the hang of you know, taking them back. I currently have copies of "Marley & Me", "Transformers", and "Benjamin Button" all in their red Redbox cases. To name a few.

In steps Netflix. Can I just say that I am in love? I know that I'm probably five years behind the majority of other people who discovered Netflix when it was still super cool, but I don't care. I am a huge fan. And I love to get mail. I am so the target market for this company. Our (my) first choice was Season 1 of HBO's "Big Love." And both Chad and I are hooked. We are currently on disc 3 of Season 1 with one more episode to go...and the drama is intense! Any other "Big Love" fans out there? I realize that it's probably not the best family show ever, but the writing is fantastic and the premise is hilarious...modern day polygamists and all their woes. Interesting to say the least.

But I am tired. We watched two episodes last night and looked at the clock and it was 11 pm. WAY past my regular bed time of 7:30. So I'm exhausted. But I'm getting caught up on Bill and Barb and Nikki and Margie. That's really all the matters.

A Grey Recap (Spoiled Alert)

For all you crazy Grey's fans out there, don't read ahead if you haven't already seen last night's season finale. I'm just warning you...

Whew! I was very nearly brought to tears by the two hours I spent in front of the TV with hubby last night. And it wasn't entirely because of the show - it was more from the on slaught of commercials every two seconds that made the show almost unbearable to watch. We do need to invest in TiVo or DVR or whatever the latest fad is.

I used to be a hardcore Grey's fan. I even have seasons 1-3 on DVD for my viewing pleasure. But last season I started skipping shows and this season haven't watched a one. Well, let me just tell you that I am begging forgiveness and have come back whole heartedly to the Grey's fan club because of last night's finale.

Is Izzie going to die? How cute was her collection of head scarves, by the way? How mean was Alex when he gave her that terrible speech when he thought she was a vegetable? How about I KNEW it was George that got hit by the bus even though Chad was like, "oh no, he's in surgery with the Chief." Whatever. You should have seen how big his eyes got when George wrote out "007" on Meredith's hand. I was like, "told ya so." This is why men need to listen to women more - we can predict what happens at the end of Thursday night dramas.
Also, what is UP with MerDer? I would just like to say, for the record, that even though the Post-It note scene was sweet and all, they did not REALLY get married. I'm going to need a fancy schmancy wedding and also for Meredith's mouth wrinkles to go away. Isn't she supposed to be a twenty something resident? Sometimes she looks a lot older.
And can I get an AAAMMMEEENNNN on how hot McSteamy continues to be, especially when he's trying to be vulnerable around whatshernameMeredith'ssister. I still look at that girl and see her in that ridiculous movie she was in, "Not Another Teen Movie." She's come a long way!

And that's my recap. You can see why I don't review things for a living. Have a great weekend, ya'll!

I do not hook up.

I have that Kelly Clarkson song stuck in my head. And I just know made it play on Youtube. Does Kelly have a lisp by the way? I really feel that this is going to be my summer anthem. However, one that the radio station is trying their dangdest to make the summer song of '09 is The Ting Tings song about it not being her name. How random people with random band names get famous and have their random lyrics played on radio stations is beyond me. Remember "Barbie Girl" by Aqua? I rest my case. Mmmkay.



So on Sunday I am going to eat Mother's Day brunch with my mama (duh), step-dad, and his mother, M.E., who is down from Atlanta this weekend. She is such a character - a lapsed Catholic turned Protestant who is very kind but very blunt. When she met my college boyfriend for the first time, she let me and everyone else know in so many words that he pretty much sucked. You know why? Because he didn't walk me to the door after dropping me off. She is hard core concerning decorum and manners. And ya'll, let me tell you, she was absolutely right. But when she met Chad? Dear Lord, she glowed. I know she'll be disappointed that 'ole Mr. Butler won't be there to chat with at Sunday brunch, but, because Chad can really do no wrong in anyone's eyes, she will forgive him, much like I will because he really is a prince among men. Honey, I am trying to make up for lusting after Brad Pitt Thursday night, kay?

What are my plans for the weekend since my hubby will be away? Well...today I got faux tanned again and am smelling delightful since you aren't supposed to put on deoderant until 24 hours after you are tanned. I also worked for a total of five minutes so I can relax about not working, and I may take down some more wall paper border while simultaneously doing laundry and making sure my dogs don't defecate on the hardwoods. Tonight is a spend the night party with my mama with some girl bonding time. Saturday includes Jazzercising in the a.m., maybe tanning 'fo reals' (with SPF 15) outside and reading a book (the 8th Sookie Stackhouse is out in paperback), possibly attending the Steinmart 12 hour sale - oh yes it's on - and then dinner and a movie with Chelle with a wine after party at her house. Gossip will be involved, along with some random Jazzercise moves if the wine is good. And of course, on Sunday after brunch, my honey comes home, probably with an acute case of poison oak. Heaven help me.

Ya'll have a good weekend.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q62pOio7PaY - see why I don't hook up.

100 Posts Down...

Today is a milestone for me - I have posted 100 times! So in honor of that, I'm going to post 100 interesting things about myself that you are probably dying to know. Um, not really. I wouldn't know 100 interesting things and I certainly wouldn't make ya'll read them.

In other news - last night, Chelle and I were talking babies. Not having them ourselves or anything, but about a mutual friend who is with child. Anyway, Chelle saw the sonogram pics yesterday and we got to talking about how crazy it is that you can see the whole entire face in detail when the baby is still in there! So Chelle tells me that the eyeballs aren't developed until like, the last month. Which I was like, no freakin' way. She was convinced and since neither of us has our own kids (biological, not to discount Miss Bug), we really couldn't argue with much authority on the subject. So this morning, I get an email from Chelle because she is on top of things, that lets me know that the eyes don't open until the 8th month but that the eyes are there. Whew, myth debunked. Then she tells me some even more disturbing news...that the baby's eyes don't move to the front of the head until the THIRD month of pregnancy. Um, what? Where are the eyes prior to month three?

Okay, I realize that the miracle of life is a beautiful thing and all, but in all honesty it freaks me the heck out. Chad and I talk about this occasionally because (obviously) he has been through the pregnancy thing before and he thinks the whole process is just wonderous. I think it's sucky. You get skinny to fend off the after marriage pounds, then you get knocked up and gain them all back AND you (possibly) get stretch marks and have this alien thing in there kicking you and you may puke the whole time. Sounds just fabulous. Can't wait.

Wow, I just wrote a whole post on...babies. Oh well, stranger things have happened. Happy one hundredth post day, ya'll!

Monday Rewind

I didn't go to Jazzercise last night. Now before you start booing and hissing at me, let me tell you that better plans came up. Namely, a dinner date with my sister, my step-mom, my mom mom, and my hubby. Sweating like a pig under the glare of the Jazzercise Nazi or hanging out with some of my favorite people? Wow, what a decision!

My sister is 3 and is becoming more and more independent every day. Last month she wanted to be a firefighter (due to the grand experience she had at Firehouse Subs) and now she wants to be a doctor. This is due to a fetching doctor's kit that she carries around with her, complete with a "telescope" as she refers to the stethoscope. It's so cute that I don't have the heart to correct her. Upon my arrival, she gave me a full physical exam, complete with a shot which I acted like hurt terribly. She thought this was hilarious and proceeded to give me several more shots in the arm. I am pretty sure I am immune to the swine flu or whatever various diseases are going around. Thanks GJ.

She did the same thing to Chad when he got there and then decided to ignore me and the rest of the world and give her full attention to my husband. GJ is like that - she is enthralled with Chad, like any red blooded female should be! She's been that way since the two of them met, when she was 9 months old. I'm sure that any other sisterly relationship would suffer if the spouse of one paid more attention to the wrong sister, but in this case, I'm going to let it slide. The two decade age difference may have something to do with my nonchalance. In any case, GJ is good for hubby - she keeps him young. And healthy, thanks to her doctoring skills.

Freaky Friday

Well, I haven't purchased the Shred DVD yet, but I'm gonna. I actually went to Target last night with all intentions of buying it and the hand weights, but I didn't. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe I have committment issues? Anyway, I will be going to Jazzercise after work, so I'll get to chassey off the TWO PB&J's I had today. I'm hormonal, ya'll, and I was freakin' hungry. I guess it's just some Progresso soup for dinner tonight. Again.

It's been a pretty boring week for me, and, unfortunately for all you readers too. Sorry about that. I would fill you in on my internal debate on whether or not to buy a cobalt blue and white apple to go in my kitchen today at lunch (it was $5.99 at the Maxx, FYI), but I will spare you. I didn't buy it, by the way, in case you were waiting on the outcome at the edge of your seat.

I've thought about maybe posting some fun fashionista ideas on Fridays, but Big Mama already does that and does a dang good job of it as well, seeing as how I purchased one of her suggestions last week. If you haven't been reading your weekly dose of Fashion Friday's, you probably should so you can be broke like me!

Oh - does anyone have opinions on old school Ray Ban Wayfarers? I mean, I'm thinking that I'm becoming slightly obsessed with them, but I don't know if I want to commit to buying the real thing (see committment issue above). Also I'm not sure if I'm spelling "committment" right.

For goodness sake, have a great weekend.