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Friday Poll

This question is a personal one, one that Hubba-hubba and I debate all the time. You see, he is incapable of doing it, and his are the type that rattle the dang windows. Can you hold in your sneezes? PS They are pretty sure it's a girl!

Music Tuesday

All right, so it doesn't have that same alliteration-y sound. But, since yesterday was a holiday, I'll move it to today. Oh, and by the way, I hit my first golf balls ever outside of a miniature course on Saturday, and I did really well. Perhaps I missed my true atheletic calling. As for today's video, I can dance. Not terrifically, but not like Elaine, either. I've always had an appreciation for real dancers and their devotion to their craft. These two men are sure to brighten your day. Not exactly a music video, but amazing nonetheless. Ooops! To anyone on a feed reader, you saw a naughty pic of Burt Reynolds! My bad!

Friday Poll

Favorite ethnic food? (i.e. Indian, Mexican, German)

Outrage

Even though I was raised Catholic, I haven't considered myself a true church-going, card-carrying member of the Catholic Church for at least fifteen years, if not more. Oh, I know all the rituals, but my heart usually isn't in it. I will never forget that when Mr. P was born, the whole child-molestation scandal was making its sordid way through the media. I had already heard tales, but preferred to keep my head in the sand and think that it was just a few "bad apples." Well, as we all came to find out, it was more than just a few bad apples. Hundreds of supposedly "holy men" either committing atrocious acts, or covering them up. To me, both are just as bad. It took me a really long time to wrap my head around the whole thing. I didn't baptize Mr. P until he was about four years old, as opposed to the usual six months to a year old time frame. I felt so betrayed, so angry at the Church and its complicity in unspeakable crimes. In fact, I kept waiting

I Can Has Moar Sleep?

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Srsly. I am so freaking tired all of the time, this pregnancy is kicking my ass.

Music Monday

I grew up in a really weird house. Well, weirdly located, anyway. We lived on a commercial property, behind a lawnmower repair shop and a chiropractor's office. The chiropractor owned all the land we were on, as well as the creepy shed and unoccupied other house right next to ours. Oh, did I mention this house was also located next to a liquor store and bar? How in the world did I ever turn out so wholesome? The reason we lived there is because the rent my parents paid? One hundred dollars a month! Even in the seventies and early eighties, that's a hell of a bargain for a house, no matter how small. I didn't care about any of that, except for the liquor store. You see, like all liquor stores, it had it's fair share of tempting edibles, from Funyuns, which I used to be addicted to, to licorice whips that sold five for a quarter. Being as I was young and had no money, I would simply sneak into my parents' room when they were busy and look in the abalone half shel

Friday Poll

Thank you all for your well wishes. I didn't mean to scare you all, but to be honest, I was pretty scared myself. Still am. Technically speaking, the odds are in our favor for nothing being wrong, but I am going in for an amniocentisis next Thursday so that we can make sure. Ugh. But, enough about me and my problems. I want to know what you think about all the asshats, and there are WAY more than you would believe, who are simply not paying their mortgages? Hubba-hubba himself knows of at least four, all of whom can afford their payments, they just don't want to pay because they are upside down. They are just waiting to be contacted by their mortgage companies, but it has been months and months, and in the meantime, they are saving thousands and thousands of dollars. Another co-worker stopped paying because he was upside down, the banks didn't do anything for seven months, and then he got his loan refinanced to 2.5% AND got $200,000 taken off the balance of his loan.

Music Monday

Well folks, I have to admit that things could be better. Much better. Hubbba-hubba and I are grappling with some news from the doctor about this pregnancy, and only time is going to tell what happens. So, one of my favorite songs to be depressed to is this one. Don't ask my why, there's just something about it that makes me cry. And the tears, they are coming a bit too easily lately.

Friday Poll

Not to brag or anything, but I have this very strange and unmarketable ability to tell myself what time I need to wake up, and bam, I'm up within three or four minutes of that time. Weird. Maybe I can get a book deal. Maybe that can be my blogging "hook" because the trend I've noticed is that all the popular bloggers have a very specific "hook." I'll call myself Wide Awake Mom or Alarm Clock Free Mom. Hmmmm, maybe that concept needs a little more work. Do you need an alarm clock, or do you just wake up when you need to?

Music Monday

Crikey! It's 10am or so, and still no Music Monday post! I know that your life just simply cannot continue without it, so I'll hurry and put one up. Well, I have to admit that today, I was played. Mr. P ate his normal breakfast, brushed his teeth, and then started hyperventilating that he felt like he was going to throw up. So, we had him sit on his little chair in front of the toilet, with him gasping and wailing (because like his mama, he hates throwing up) for a good five minutes. Nothing happened, so we had him get out of the bathroom, where he kept insisting that something was going to happen. And of course, we had less than ten minutes before he was supposed to be off to school, but with him not even dressed. "There's something in my throat! It feels like it's going to come up!" Well, he didn't have a fever and Hubba-hubba said he could just go to school and throw up there. Then I thought about the whole swine flu thing, and thought about how

Friday Poll

I am finding that I have to drink milk. As in, glasses of straight-up milk. Except, I don't like milk shots. So, I have to flavor it with something, and the current choice is Ovaltine, which actually tastes pretty good and has more nutrients than I thought. I find that people fall into one of two camps: they can't stand drinking plain milk, or they think it's the most refreshing thing evah. Which camp do you belong to?