why don't ya' just call me Elsie?

When I'm offered this kind of selection, I think "are they trying to tell me I am now old and frumpy?" I've looked, and in this department these puppies only come in matronly white mega support. I'm 24, not 64, and I don't need more hooks in the back than a victorian ladies boot.
With a scrunched up face of determination I tell you I'm gonna fight it, you can't make me wear one, I won't do it.
I won't.

it can't be un-done!

My nightmare came true, Kevin's extended family saw our house-- filthy!
Let's begin with the contents of our house being all scrambled around like the dice in a Yahtzee game because of the construction. Big strike one.
But then it's also messy too, like the kitchen had dishes everywhere from cooking chicken fried steak at 10pm last night and I had to get up really early to volunteer for church this a.m. so no messiness was cleaned up, in fact I added to it, dirty clothes in a wad on the bathroom floor, quasi clean clothes tossed over my mountain of shoe-crates. Bottom line- our house looked like a drug den you might see raided on COPS. All it's missing is a balding guy in a greasy wife beater trying to squeeze his fat gut through a back window.
And they saw it, they saw it all!
(They were down the street at his parents' house for the family baby shower and asked to see the place. I made Kevin show it, I couldn't do it!)

and while we're on the subject

This is the opposite of that other story.  

not like I'm gonna forgo a seatbelt

But how many times have we heard stories like this one? (which happened last night here in San Jose):

"The victims were driving south in a 1992 BMW at 80 to 90 mph when their car veered to the left and hit the guardrail, and one passenger was ejected, said a California Highway Patrol spokesman. The car then erupted in flames as it came to rest in the middle of the freeway after wrecking 50 to 60 feet of guardrail. ``The car was just torn up,'' CHP spokesman Steve Perea said.
A passing motorist stopped and pulled the driver and one passenger to safety, but was unable to remove the other man from the burning car.
That man, identified as 19-year-old Eric Tuggle of Santa Clara, was pronounced dead at the scene....
The passenger pulled from the car, identified by the CHP as 18-year-old Vuong Hoan Vu of San Jose, suffered major burns and died later at Santa Clara Valley Medical Center, a hospital spokeswoman said....
The passenger ejected from the car, identified as Matthew Krieger, 18, of San Jose, was taken to Regional Medical Center, where he was listed in good condition Friday afternoon."

I want to trust the seatbelt. If only they came with sensors for "firey death crash" and would unclick to send people "safely" through the windsheild.

could I be a slinger?

The baby sling has always made me nervous. I'm the kind to turn my wrist to look at my watch with a full glass in my hand and dump it on myself, so I fear that I'm the kind of person that could bend over and let a baby tumble out of a sling.
But this page makes me want to try it.
Until I decide, it'll be the baby-pack.

I just might do it, don't think I won't.

As soon as I get a grip after the baby is born I plan to start a local Punkymoms group. I was sad to learn that the closest punkymoms group is in Los Angeles so I must start one here, it's only fitting. Plus, Aurora is worried I'm gonna lose my ever-lovin' mind staying at home everyday. She's probably right, and I'm gonna be proactive about it...in a couple of months.

soon to be a granny

Happy Birthday to my mom! (okay it was tuesday, but I just got the photo.)
Thanks for the slim fit genes and stopping me from joining the Girl Scouts, I owe ya' one! 

lead-er lead-er lead-er lead-er

Again, I'm watching another gripping Dr. Phil.
This article explains the subject, although it's badly written.

attack of the...

Kevin has a tomato problem, he's a Tomatoholic. This is less than half of the harvest from the back yard.  

I found this on our camera, I guess Kevin took it. Franklin, you handsome devil! 

Happy Anniversary!

Sunday was our one year anniversary, hooray! The cake top was actually good! Mmm, powder blue fondant-- tastes like steamrolled Peeps. 

Toto, not just a dog, not just a band

It's also a brand of toilet. Coincidentally, it's the brand we bought today for our new bathroom, here. Glorious.
I made Kevin sit on it in the store to try it out, well at least while the salesman was looking at us. But I admit that before the guy came over, I sat on a few toities (with the lid closed, somehow that felt more civilized.)

here, sit down on the couch, it's picture time

Daniel asked to see more of my paintings a while back. Here's my latest work. Kevin comissioned it, so it was his birthday gift. 

It's the middle of summer in California, but from this photo you'd think we were on the shore of Lake Baikal in January. Can you see the sun? It's a sliver on the horizon. 

We were at the beach because our church was having a beach barbeque. I like to stay on the perimeter of group functions, if you couldn't tell from the photo. 

What's wrong with this cat? 

Oh. 

I always say "you can't trust a well dressed man"

I watch "Ambush Makeover," I do, it makes me all the dumber for it, but I keep watching. What I have learned is that there are way more male make-up artists out in the world than I ever imagined.
I have a problem with this. I would feel like a failure as a woman if a man could do my makeup better than I can. A man can decorate my house, teach me how to dance, even dress me, but in my mind only a woman should do my make-up.

I usually try to avoid geriatric products

But I really want this handle thing.
My civic is so low, and I'm so front heavy, it's a bad combo and I narrowly avoid tumbling onto the driveway on a daily basis.
(why's it gotta be 35 bucks?)

mini post

During the Bradley classes, we were shown a big color anatomical chart of how a normal woman's internal organs are arranged, all happily working together, doing their own special jobs to make said woman function. And then on the other side of the chart we saw where all those organs go when the baby moves in. Organs are pushed every which way in the the same way dirty laundry is stuffed in a closet when guests arrive unannounced.
I am that closet, and my guest is staying another month.

(Oh and I can't let it go, my feet seem to belong to someone else.)