Look, its Bunny Rue Rue!

My Sister kept telling Rue that it wasn't Momma's fault she had the bunny ears on. She seems to think that Rue is going to be very unhappy about this picture when she is grown up. Well, i think its cuter that snot! I crack up each time I see it. She was 16 days old when this was taken. Ofcourse, my Mother...Rue's Grammy...is cursing me, simply because I have planted the Bunny Rue Rue song in her head and she keeps catching herself singing it. Awwww! Live is good! Anyway, I just had to share the Bunny picture with everyone. I'm still working on sneaking her home with me. Tisha is breast feeding her so I said she could ship the breast milk via FedEx and everything would be fine. She's not going for it.

Wanna help?

My Father put up a 30 foot Christmas tree of sorts. We are taking it down tomorrow before the weather gets bad later this week. If we leave it up to Dad, it will be too cold or the wather will be bad. He'd probably leave it up well into the new year. So after I get my hair cut, we are starting operation disassemble. Are you sure you don't want to help us out?

After a long day of traveling...

I was so tired after traveling all day to get home for the holidays. Luckily Bunny Rue Rue was tired too and we relaxed on Grammy's sofa with my feet up and reclined while the little one snoozed on me. I really wasn't asleep but I sure felt like I could have drifted off right away. Bunny Rue Rue is such a good baby. She rarely cries and is very strong. You have to be careful though, because she throws her head around like crazy. It's hard to believe that she is only 18 days old. Today when we visited her Great Grandma Martha at the nursing home, Grammy was holding her and she lifted her head up, looked to the left than to the right before putting her head back down. She was very controlled, not flopping about. More about Bunny later. I just wanted to say hello and let you all know, I'm alive and well in Nebrasky.

Sigh, its going to be a long day.

I should be sleeping...well, technically, I should be getting in the shower now. I slept for an hour..then nothing. NOTHING. Sheesh! This is not a good thing people. I'll crash on the plane though. I always do. I usually wake myself up snoring. lol, people love sitting near me on planes. LOVE IT! Yes, I snore. Especially when the air is dry and I'm sleeping sitting up. Heck, it doesn't matter if I'm sleeping on my head...I snore. The secret is out.

Well, I can hear my alarm clock going off...time to jump in the shower and blow dry my hair...and quickly put the dryer in the suitcase so I don't forget it.

Have a very Merry Christmas and a lovely New Year. I'll be around...just not as much as normal. See you in January!

Guess who is stuck in Denver right now!

Poor Christopher...poor, poor Chris. Not only did he go to Colorado to visit his girlfriends family with her...he got stuck for a little bit in Denver. Katie isn't so happy with him either. Yep, she is stuck at home with the parents and the Leach side of the family. You know what that means....lol, Aunt Lizzie....poor, poor Katie. Lets all feel bad for her together, shall we.....Awwwwwww! (Did that help Katie?) Probably not. Even I dread getting cornered by Aunt Lizzie. She's a little, ohhhhh, what is the right word? I'm trying to be nice here. Seems its not working. She's different...yeah, different. You know, I totally swiped this picture off of Chris' facebook page. So sneaky, oh soooo sneaky. Looks as if my flights should be fine. Cross your fingers for me. I told Jean to tell Chris that he could just drive to my parents in Nebraska if he gets stuck for a while. Lets face it the airport is going to be playing catch-up for a few days. I sure as hell wouldn't give up my seat to fly first class or get a free ticket. It's Christmas and I don't know about you, but I have better places to be than an airport. I probably just jinxed myself. I hope not. I['m going to shut up while the goings good.

Rue has her Pops whipped!

My Dad is going to be an obsessive Grandfather...I can tell already. Yep, Rue has him wrapped around her little fingers and toes. She's going to be spoiled rotten. How do I know? Well, Tisha and Rue visited Grammy and Pops last night. I was talking to my Sister on the phone a few minutes ago and suddenly she said, "OH, its Dad!" He had just pulled in the driveway. He must have been bored because he didn't have to work and came to visit his Grand daughter.
Mom told me a few days ago that Dad was wondering if Rue was going to stop by for a visit because he hadn't seen her in sooo long. Mom said, if you count two days as to long. Yep, Pop-Pop is whipped!

It's Nebraska, same thing..

I should be doing some things aroudn the house but I don't wanna. I'm basically packed for my trip home. I'm actually over packed, so I am working on takeing things out of the suitcase. Easier said than done, might I add. I have to be up and ready, standing by the door by 2:15 AM for my lift to LGA. I I'll be at the airport really early...but I learned my lesson from the last few holiday flights home from that part of LGA. I plan on walking to my flight and relazing for a little bit, no running to the gate, boarding the plane to have the door closed behind you. That will not be me. I have plenty of things to keep me busy. Ipod, check....book, check....knitting, check....cellphone so I can call other people at 4 AM for fun, check....you know the essencials. OK, OK, enough of this dilly dally business...I have crap to do. Maybe I'll blog later.

How should you spend the holidays?

Your Holiday Personality is Caring

You like to reach out to people all year long, but you're especially giving during the holidays.Make those you love homemade presents (like cookies or scarves). Call someone who might be feeling a little down. Give to your favorite charity.

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My new desktop picture

 I sooo, swiped this picture from Karen...lol, its one of her fatso kitties, deep in slumber. I can't look at it without falling into stitches of laughter. Awww, cat's are so nutty. 

Katies homework for Christmas Vacation

I about fell off the steps when Katie announced that she had never watched Dirty Dancing. Granted, it came out the same year that she was born, circa 1987...but HOLY CRAP, its a must watch movie. The amount of quotable lines alone is reason enough to watch the movie. I mean, seriously, how many times have I said, "I carried a watermelon." or "Nobody puts Baby in a corner!" Then there are the songs...oh please, stop me now, before I start singing. I'll spare you that much.
"Johnny!" Oh, Katie, how have I not forced you to watch this movie before?! "Spagetti arms!" Then she told me she has never watched Footloose. OMG! Kevin Bacon, dancing in those jeans that I'm sure were spray painted on him. What song was he playing in his Bug when he got pulled over by the cops? Quiet Riot, perhaps.....awww, good times. Takin' on the town, the preacher, all for a little dancing.

So, Katies homework is to watch Dirty Dancing and email me a report. I'll save Footloose for another time.

Someone, take these away from me...NOW!

OK, I just about ate an entire 30 oz tub of sourdough pretzels. I've been typing and snacking, reading and snacking, commenting and snacking, snacking and snacking. A serving size is 1 oz. at 110 calories, you do the math. I'm going to need a crowbar to fit in my jeans. I don't even want to think about all the salt I just consumed. It's a good thing that I don't have high blood pressure or I would be in deep do do right now. For the love of all that is good and holy in this world...TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME! It's 9:30 AM, its not like this is the breakfast of champions or something.

A nickname for Rue...

It came to me in a moment of exhaustion. Actually, that is usually when I have most of my best ideas...that foggy time when people tell me I shouldn't blog because I sound like a lunatic. Ok, they are right, but occasionally I have a whopper...not the burger but an idea that takes on a life of its own. Have I lost you yet?
For some reason, strange songs have been popping into my head and I can't get rid of them. I have nobody to blame for that but myself. The other day in the car, Sam was humming a song from RENT. the next thing I know, I'm humming "The Saints Come Marching In"....like they are even closely related....uh, NO, but somehow, I got that out of RENT.
Anyway, after two hours of "The Song That Never Ends" running though my brain, I switched gears and found myself singing, the Little Bunny Foo Foo song (HEY, I was in a good mood!) but I had switched some of the words around to create a new version. It goes a little something like this:

Little Bunny Rue Rue
hoppin' through the forest,
scoopin' up the field mice
and boppin' em on the head.
(Spoken in normal tone) And down came the Blue Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Rue Rue
I don't want to see you
scoopin' up the field mice
and boppin' em on the head.
(Spoken in normal tone) And now I'll give you three chances, and if you keep it up, I'll turn you into a Baboon.
Little Bunny Rue Rue
kept hoppin' through the forest,
kept scoopin' up the field mice
and boppin' em on the head.
(Spoken in normal tone) And down came the Blue Fairy, and she said:
Little Bunny Rue Rue
I don't want to see you
scoopin' up the field mice
and boppin' em on the head.
(Spoken in normal tone) And now I'll give you two more chances, and if you do that again, I'll turn you into a baboon.
(Skip to the end...you know how it goes)
And the MORAL of this story is: HARE today, Baboon tomorrow!

You see, I know the Fairy really turns the bunny into a goon, but a monkey of sorts, seems like a good variation to me. Plus when she starts bouncing off the wall, I can say, "Oh, I see you have been turned into a monkey today." I just think Bunny is a nickname that serves several functions. #1) my Sister will hate it...that is a super plus. #2) I think it applies. Rue is a cute little baby with soft skin and baby bunnies are cute with soft fur. #3) It's a running gag that I can play off of until she old enough to put me in a nursing home. OK, maybe I will stop before it gets to that point. I just think that Bunny Rue is a hoot. I can even shorten it to Bun or Bun-Bun, maybe Bun-Bun Rue-Rue Magillacuttie. I'm going for it until I come up with something better or my Sister beats the livin' day lights out of me. Hard to say what will come first.

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I won a major prize!

Oh man! I got a package in the mail today from Darlene, otherwise know as Madame Z. She had a contest on her site a litte while back and I was a crazy woman, trying to win that prize. I really should be ashamed of my obsessive behavior but I'm not. LOL, Hell, I won, if I had lost...I'd be hiding my face in shame. Well, probably not but its fun to joke about. Anyway, I received a package in the mail today. The mailman rang the door bell and Cliff was complaining because he has to answer the door and he knew that whatever it was, it wasn't for him. It's never for him or so he says. He might have a point there...but I pointed out that there were some bills with his name on them. He wasn't amused with my sense of humor today. Hehehe! So Cliff hands me the bubble wrap mailer and before I even noticed who it was from, I smelled it. OMG...my eyes were bugging out of my head and I had that package up to my nose, sniffing up a storm. "WHAT IS THAT! OMG, WHAT IS THAT SMELL...ITS LIKE HEAVEN." Not that I know what heaven smells like, but if I have to imagine it...that is one of the scents I'll pick. I snuck off downstairs to open my major prize, and see what that smell was.
I found a package of sniffs, pink too, my favorite. It's actually perfect because I was just thinking the other day that I needed some pretty tissues for my purse. I get stuffy when I fly on planes. There was a note pad, that I was cracking up over once I read what it said. Hey, I've been attacked by ants and it friggin hurts. I'm sure the pain is equal to a Brazilian bikini wax, but I'm never going to find out. Then there was a PartyLite box, with that smelllllll....heavennnnnn. Pineapple and Pomegranate tea lights! I have not been to a Party Lite gathering in quite sometime so I am out of the scent loop. Let me tell you, I'll be buying these sucker in the future. The great thing is that they fit in the Party Lite fairy candle holder my Mom gave me a few years back. I stuck one of those pups in the holder and set it on fire. Now, every time someone comes downstairs, they walk around, sniffing and saying things like, "Oh it smells soooo good down here!" YEAH IT DOES! We owe it to Darlene and her tattoo! Thanks a million Darlene! I love my major prize!

Better get that shopping done, pronto!!

Let's consider the source, shall we...

I called my parents house earlier and my Pop answered the phone. You never really know what you are going to get when you talk to him. I usually go with the whole, "his lips are moving, so he's probably spreading manure" line of thought. You need your hip waders around him, it gets pretty deep sometimes.
So, I was chatting with him and he suddenly says I can't talk to my mother..out of the blue. So I ask him why. He says she's not home. I ask where she went and he said he didn't know. She didn't come home from work. Hmmmm. So, I said, "You mean you have no idea where she is and you are home." This is a complete role reversal...it kind of took me off guard. That is when Dad said, " Nah, I know where she went. She went to see those male dancers, what are they called, the Chippendales?"
I said, "Yeah right...whatever." He said, "No really, she went with Betty. I don't know when she will be home."Now, I know better than to believe this. For one thing, I really can't see Mom and Betty at a male review....I'd pay money to see the looks on their faces though...hehehhe. Secondly, I knew that Mom was still at the school, collecting money for the ball game. So, I told him he was full of SH#T...and he laughed and I said, "I'm so blogging this." LOL, that is when he said, "Hey now, you are going to get me in trouble." Yep, that sounds like a good idea to me. It never takes much work to get him in trouble...it just kind of happens on its own.

Do you know what this means!

Auto response from katies1sexymofo [12:04 PM]: of course when I come home and sleep in my own bed, I am awoken at 7:30 am because my mom is blasting classical music in the next room.*

Home-- but still sleep-deprived*

Hehehehe, it meand Katie is home from college and that I get to hang out with her on SUNDAY. Oh Goodie, goodie, GOODIE! I had to go over on Sunday anyway to make cookies with Jean and the little girl she mentors...and after that I will be hanging with the Katie. Look at her acting all sweet and innocent in that picture...sheesh. Her brother and his sweet girl friend Jessica, shown above, will not be there....but that just means I get to pick on Katie all by myself. Ah, glorious.

Ok, tell the truth...

Is Burl Ives song getting on your nerves?

If you say No, you must not have your volume up, either that or are in the Christmas spirit.

If you say YES, beware, I could attach a lovely play list of Polly Wolly Doodle, Goober Peas and Candy Mountain on here. Yeah, that will drop you to your knees, forcing you to beg for your life. You would be shouting, "My EARS,my EARS...Good Lord, save me from this EVIL!"

Ah, its going to be a good day! I'm in rare form, and at 7AM. I've been up since 6 AM, showered, dressed and taken Sam to school so he could study for his Math Test. Not that he couldn't study at home...but he likes to suck up and see if the teacher will tell him exactly what is on his test. Strangely enough, it works for him. Hehehehe...he was so pissy the other day because a teacher had the nerve to give him questions from a chapter to answer and they were not in the order the chapter was in, so he had to turn back, several times and look it up. I thought his head was going to spin around when I said that it was probably a good thing they were out of order, since he didn't remember the answer tothe question after he had read it. He looked for sympathy to me and I wasn't handing it out. I mean, that was the norm when I went to high school in the stone ages. Plus, my teachers never pin pointed what was going to be on a test. We made our own study guides or went over our notes from class. GASP! The horror of it!

I NEED to go shopping and take care of my last two people. I don't wanna! I just don't feel like going out shopping. Maybe I will put it off until Monday. You couldn't pay me to go near the mall over the weekend. NO Sir!

It's Foggy again today......FOG be GONE....and take the 60 degree weather with you. HELLO McFLY!!! It's December already, bring on the mitten weather! We can handle it. Please Mother Nature, I beg of you...No snow until after the 22nd, cold is good...snow is problematic. I don't want anything to interfere with me seeing my Niece. GET THIS! My family is taunting me. You tell me if you think this is mean, or what. I was talking on the phone to my Mom, while Tisha (Kanga) and Rue were at the house. Mom was drooling over the baby and I heard Tisha say something but I couldn't make it out. So, I asked what she said and Mom said, "She wanted to know if you wanted to hold the baby." EVIL LAUGHING occurred at that time. Damn that was mean, wasn't it! My Father wasn't any better last night, he was also drooling over the baby and making comments like, "Don't you wish you could see how cute she is right now!" and "By the time you finally arrive she will look so different, like a completely different baby." EVIL...oh, so EVIL! One week to go and I get to hog that baby until New Years Day!

He's calling you...Don't pretend you can't hear him!

LOL, you know who you are!

Knitting project #2

I made another scarf. I actually made it for my friend Raine, because she is the person that gave me the "How to knit" DVD that got me started. It's a ladder stitch made with lace yarn, just like the first one I did only in a different color group and with far less boo-boo's. Raine's husband Chris...aka Kissiffer or Christopher if you want to be formal, is modeling the scarf for us. He has a lot of experience modeling...but will he let me, one of his dear friends, view the photos?! NO and I'm not really sure why. I mean if he can make a scarf that I made...that is sooo not couture, and taken by an untrained photographer (Raine) look so fetching...then imagine what the pics the pro took must look like. Good Golly!
Anyway, this is the first scarf I ever made as a gift. Not bad, huh. I'm making one more...then starting a purse.

Do my eyes deceive me?!

Please, oh please, say it isn't so! I'll admit it now. I don't get the whole NASCAR thing. Not one bit. I mean, maybe it is a worth while sport. I'm just not feeling it. It seems to me to be a huge waste of fuel and tires....but maybe I'm just not giving it a chance.
Anyway, I received an envelope in the mail today. I thought, "Oh goodie, Lorie sent me a photo Christmas card, cool!" As I opened it I was thinking about how Lorie hates to have her picture taken....hmmmm, I wonder what possessed her. Then I pulled that it out of the envelope. Ah haaaa! Was it a joke? Nope, nope, she seriously sent these out to everyone she knows. Well, I can't complain to much. Two years ago I bought her a bunch of Jeff Gordon, car 24, Christmas stuff. Yeah, a stocking a Santa in a pit suit with a head set, little elves dressed as the pit crew ornaments. Yes, I encouraged the obsession and now look where it has lead us. No pretty little glitter covered cards...nope...no cute little baby animal cards, no lovely landscape cards, funny Santa putting you on the naughty list cards. Nope, she's sending out a race car. For Pete sake, it doesn't even have a candy cane sticker on the side or a wreath wired in the grill. Maybe I should send this card to Jeff's "people" so they can take a restraining order out against Lorie....I fear this could lead to something bordering on stalking. Merry Christmas Lorie! I'll try to get you some help after the New Year.

My precious Sweeper! NOOOOOOOOOO!

I popped into the laundry room to grab my pretty little carpet sweeper. I wanted to sweep up the needles that fell off my tree. I grabbed the top of the handle and when I went to move it, the bottom...the actual sweeper, did NOT come with the handle. I just thought it came unscrewed or something. But upon closer inspection...I discovered that the handle was snapped off the base. It would take a friggin spot welder to fix that sucker. I stood there a minute in disbelief. I mean, I put the sweeper back in the laundry room the other day and it was fine. So, I went upstairs and found Sam. I asked him if he knew what happened to my carpet sweeper. He asked me what I meant. I told him I was just wondering if he knew what happened to it because it was not broken the other day when I put it in there and now it was. He then told me a long story....how he was getting some pants out of the dryer and lost his balance when he stepped on the edge of a laundry basket and fell into the door, hitting the handle of my sweeper with his hand. When was this? The night before he prepared my Oatmeal. LOL, I knew it was to good to be true. It was sympathy oatmeal, guilt oatmeal...it was taste, but it has left a sour taste in my mouth. Oh hell, I can't be mad, it was an accident. I break stuff all the time, but I tell everyone. lol, via my blog, the phone, ect. I mean, sure it was a lovely sweeper, not plain and boring like most...and it was PINK! PINK people! Sigh, I was going to toss it out, but I realized it works great on the steps. Now instead of getting the vacuum cleaner out ever time someone tracks a few leaves, I can just take the broken sweeper base to the floor via my knees. I need a life!

Tough times call for creativity!

My dear Blogger friends,

It’s somewhat embarrassing to admit, but as I'm not getting an annual bonus that means that Christmas is tight this year. I will be making bedroom slippers for you all as gifts. Please let me know your sizes. You'll most likely agree that it's a splendid idea, and should you wish to do the same, I've included the instructions below:

How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads: You need four maxi pads to make a pair. Two of them get laid out flat, for the foot part. The other two wrap around the toe area to form the top. Tape or glue each side of the top pieces to the bottom of the foot part. Decorate the tops with whatever you desire, silk flowers (this is most aesthetically appealing), etc.

These slippers are:

* Soft and Hygienic

* Non-slip grip strips on the soles

* Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh

* No more bending over to mop up spills

* Disposable and biodegradable

* Environmentally safe

* Three convenient sizes: Regular, Light and Get out the Sand Bags.


*Guys if you are not getting your bonus you too can make these for that special gal in your life.

I've attached a photo of the first pair I made so that you can see the nifty slippers for yourself. I am awaiting your response. It's crucial that I get the right size for each one of you!

***I'm sorry to say that I didn't come up with this. I thought it was kind of clever. Plus,if I had received it earlier, I would have stuck a few pairs in the packages I mailed out today. Bet you are glad I didn't!***

Figures! Why do I always have to be the tacky one?

You Are a Christmas Sweater!

Over the top, colorful, and totally flashy. You're not afraid to be a little tacky.

What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?

What a co-winkie-dink!

Don't ask me why, but the picture won't turn...so it looks dorky. Anyway, here's my story. I had to go shopping today. I HAD TO. Christmas is just around the corner. Anyway, I was in a little store and I was just checking out their Christmas ornaments and I spotted a little porcelain teapot hanging amongst a ton of other ornaments. Instantly, I thought of my Grandpa Clarence. He used to collect teapots. I mean, seriously collect them. He had so many that he had an auction to sell them when they moved to another house. TONS of teapots. I thought I would buy it not only because I saw it and thought of him but because it had little blue forget-me-not flowers on it. However, when I moved the other ornaments to check the price, I noticed that the handle was broken. I asked if they had anymore and the owner said that they did not. Bummer, I know!
I went on my merry way and when I got home after several more stops I did what I always do. I cleaned out my change and looked at all my pennies for wheat pennies. Grandpa Clarence also collected wheat pennies and somewhere along the way, I started picking through my change at the end of each day and putting the wheat pennies that I found in a jar. I go months with out finding a wheat penny. Months! However, today I found two of them...TWO! I think Grandpa spent the day with me. I bet Grandma was up in Heaven calling his name, wondering where that man went off to, when he didn't answer. I laugh every time I think about it. I can still hear her yelling his name, even after all these years.

How could I forget to share this!

I was in the shower singing Christmas tunes at the top of my lungs when I suddenly remembered something that I forgot to blog about. I was cracking up, just thinking about it. It was one of those missed photo ops that would drive anyone nuts....but thank goodness I have a good memory and lets face it, the image is burnt into my brain. Here is the story:
I was in a cab last weekend, heading to The MET. Traffic was kind of slow and I was in lala land. We had been stopped for a little bit and suddenly I turned and looked down at the ground to my right. That is when I saw a bright emerald green pair of mens alligator shoes. My first thought was, "WHOA, someone is pimping out his outfit!" but then I realize that his pants were the same color green...and shiney too. I couldn't resist seeing who was sporting this outfit. I slowly size him up and it only gets better. Here is this HOT black man...and I'm not kidding, he was a Blair Underwood-Denzel Washington HOT....but the dude is wearing a shiney, bright, emerald green suit with matching shoes and he was wearing a burgandy turtle neck with a matching burgandy beret. He was unloading Christmas presents from the trunk, so I'm assuming he was headed up to a holiday party. Once the shock of the site wore off and I was sure he wasn't really a pimp. I quickly grabbed my purse and started trying to get my camera out. Ofcourse the cabbie floored it and my "Special forces, green giant "...as I like to refer to him, was gone in a blink of the eye. I told Raine and Chris about it and Raine responded in the same way I would of if the situation had been reversed. She gave me the riot act for not being quicker.
The rest of my cab ride, instead of admiring the park....I was trying to decide if that guy was married, color blind or what! I mean, who would let a boy friend or a husband, that hansdsome, leave the house in that outfit like that. It was mind blowing. I wanted to call the Queer Eye For The Straight Guy team to help this man out. The only thing that would have made it better would have been jingle bells tied on his shoes and a Santa cap on his head.

How could I miss that picture!

Oatmeal, what a treat!

So, Cliff and Nancy didn't come home last night because their cases are really heating up and Nancy is working like crazy to meet a deadline. They just stayed in the City, which is fine with us, the house is quiet and it doesn't change what we would be doing anyway.
so this morning I came upstairs and Sam had just put the kettle on the stove to boil some water. I got out a bowl, poured in some quick oatmeal, tossed in a spoon and sat it on the counter. Sam was doing the same thing. I sat at the table to knit while the water heated up and Sam was standing at the counter, reading over notes for a test he has today. I was deep in thought, concentrating on my knitting when all of a sudden Sam slides my bowl of oatmeal in front of me. It took me off guard and I said, "Oh wow, thank you so much! You didn't have to do that for me." Sam just smiled and said, "I know." and shoved a big spoonful of his oatmeal in his mouth. I think I know what this sudden act of kindness is about.
Over the last two weeks, Sam has been craving chocolate covered peanuts. We looked in three stores together, stores that normally have them in stock. Nothing. We even asked if they had them in the back store room..nothing. I then over the two weeks I stopped at every grocery store or drugstore that I saw. None of them had chocolate covered peanuts. They had chocolate covered almonds, cashews, you name it...tons of other nuts and berries, just no peanuts. Then when I was at the mall the other day, I stopped in Dylan's Candy Store and they had them in the bulk containers. I bought him a bag full and at first I stuck it in his stocking. Then I decided that I would be nice and gave it to him early. He was so excited....you would have thought he won the lottery or something. Little does he know, I'm getting another bag of them for his stocking. After all, he made oatmeal for me for breakfast....he deserves a treat.

AUGH!

I'm finding myself a little on edge today. I know part of my problem is that I am very tired, even though I went to bed at 11 PM and was asleep before I could get a chance to look at the clock again. LOL, I woke up and there were no covers or pillows on my bed. Now I have 5 big fluffy pillows, a down comforter, a soft blanket, a top sheet and my quilt top that usually surrounds me when I sleep. Well not this morning. I was sprawled out with frozen skin. My poor feet were like ice cubes. I'm a hot sleeper but luckily my room is always cold. I think I would croak if I had one of the rooms upstairs, they are way to warm for me when I'm awake, let alone when I am asleep.
This is what I normally do. I jump in to bed, spending a good 5 minutes rubbing my legs around to warm up the bed a little. I'm snug as a bug in a rug with my millions of fluffy layers. Over night, I slowly shed layers, one by one. I may kick everything off but I usually keep it close by so I can cover up again easily if I get cold. Basically that means I toss one of my legs over the blankets and use them as a giant body pillow. Well, last night, I tossed them all on the floor. By the looks of things I must have been HOT because they were not within grabbing distance when you hang off the bed. I must have tossed them. The odd thing was that they are all in different directions. Don't ask me....but flannel pj bottoms on and they were pulled up above my knees. I have no memory of moving during the night, let alone being hot. I must have been in a very deep sleep.
I'm also feeling a little frustrated because I have to wait ten more days before I get to see Rue and Kanga. I should just be thankful that she didn't have her in November....I'd be a basket case if I had to wait a week or two more. My greatest fear is that I'm going to pick up a bug and be sick when I go home. I have a very good track record for doing that. I've been trying very hard to stay healthy and get lots of rest so I don't wear myself out.

Ahhh, I feel better now.

When she's walking...

I think I'm going to buy matching pink Converse Sneakers for me and little niece...when she starts walking ofcourse. Man, we are going to be the coolest Auntie and Toddler around. I don't know about you, but I think those shoes are cute, cute, cute.

Man! I loved these things!

My Aunt Vickie and Uncle John had one of these contraptions. Maybe it was Jeff''s, I don't know. I guess you would call it a perpetual motion device. If you flick your wrist up and down, it would keep the spinning disk moving around and around the wire part. I just thought it was the coolest thing. It's one of those simple little devices that you could mess around with for an hour, and not even realize it. Of course, I'm easily entertained. I also liked those flat see-through plastic things that had colored sand of different weight in it. When you moved it just right it would layer the sand in different patterns. I don't know why but I enjoyed that too. Don't ask me what they are called, I have no clue and I couldn't find a pic online of it. Then there are etch a sketchs....love them....and those games with the metal fillings that you used to move around with a magnet and formed hair on the guy or you could move bull dozers though dirt. They also had mazes with metal balls that you moved with a magnetic rod. I swear, some of the best toys were not complicated. These days, if toys don't take batteries or electric cables, kids think you are nuts.

Kanga and baby Rue went home...

So I called the hospital to talk to my Sister last night and they told me she had gone home. Indeed she had. She doesn't like hopsitals anyway, but if I would have talked to her before, I would have told her to stay as long as they would let her. Sure they would have released her Monday anyway but atleast she would have had one more night in the hospital. I spoke to her and she said she should have stayed. She made the mistake of sitting on the sofa and it was a little to low. Dewey had to help her up and the recliners have the same problem. I told her to have Dewey get a folding chair out or something...and she was going to try that. She is stuck at home for a week because she can't drive but I told her if she gets stir crazy, Mom can always come out after work and bring her into town for a while. I love this picture....she was really straining to give Rue her first Mama Kanga kiss because her arm was still attached to the table and I'm sure they were still stitching her up. My Mom, aka Grammy, sent me some pics of the baby during the C-section...like a photo of the babies, head sticking out, before they pulled the rest of her body out. Yeah, I don't do well with stuff like that, but these pictures didn't bother me so much. I'm not going to post those pictures, though I think they are interesting, basically because Kanga would probably kill me...and I'm afraid some of you would loose your lunch, but if I didn't, I doubt anyone else would. It's just nice to hear that Kanga and Rue are doing so well. When the went home, Rue was over 8 pounds. 

Nebrasky, here I come...

Really, I'm very excited about going home. Hello! Baby to visit, friends to see, relatives to annoy...Does life get any better than that? All I know, is that I have a crap load of things to take care of...and very little days to get in done in. Yeah, so I shouldn't be sitting her blogging, right now but a gal has to relax and drink her morning coffee...aka Diet Pepsi. I'm going to wrap up some gifts I bought, get those ready to hand out. Then I have to run out and get two ornaments that I want to send off as a suprise for a couple of people. I'm all about the suprises! I still need to get Cliff and Sam their presents and then I am done. Atleast I think I'm done. Well, for now anyway. I was going to get Mike's girls each a present but they don't act like they are coming to Mom and Dad's so I'm not going to worry about it now. I just have presents for the other kids, so I didn't want them to feel left out if they came. If they are not there, they will never know the difference. Plus, I have never met them so I don't feel so beholding..if I had met them, I would probably feel more obligated. I can always run downtown and grab something if they change their mind and let me know they are coming. I still want to run over and get that Bib for Vickie....lol, well for Vickie to give to Jeff. Long story. The last time I was there, they didn't have any in stock but the guys said they should be getting a new order in. Part of Danielle's present I can't get out here because you can't bring it on the plane...its against the rules, so I have to buy it at home.
I really need to work on the tree skirt I am making for Rue. Plus I should ship the tea cup set for Calee...so I don't forget it again. I also have two huge boxes to send home and I need to send out my last bunch of Christmas cards....awwww!

Raine ALWAYS gives the best gifts.

It's a well known fact. It really is. My friend always gives the most thoughful and original gifts. She remembers the kinds of things you like and adds little touches to every thing she does. Take for example the Christmas present that she gave me this year. First she put them in a Popcorn box. Everyone knows how I have a thing for popcorn...its almost sinful. Almost I said, so don't start thinking up all kinds of kinky things.
Now when I opened the popcorn box I found three more boxes. The first was a box from The Metropolitan Museum of Art that contained these cute, little, delicate ,pearl and gold earrings that she remembered that I said I liked the last time we were there together. The next thing she gave me was a limited edition Mini Pomander ball. In the middle Ages, ladies and lords of Provence would wear a pendant filled with musk or Amber called a "Pomander." It was said to have the magical virtue of protecting and empowering the wearer. I have it hanging off my family tree above my bed. It smells lovely, well, wonderful actually. Last but not least, she bought me a cute little silver box which she knows I have a collection of that I keep my jewelry in. Inside the box is a heart that says "THANK YOU...from the bottom of my" and its a heart, get it. Everyone knows I'm a sucker for hearts! I'm drawn to them.
I always seem to have a good time with Raine and Christopher. We chat, we joke, we gang up on Chris and give him a hard time. They met me at The Met, where they found me knitting. Yes, I was sitting on the front steps knitting a new scarf. We went inside and had tea and exchanged gifts. I felt bad because I forgot one of Christopher's presents...so now I have to mail it to him. We weren't together that long but when it comes to being with friends, you take what you can get. After all, its a busy time of year.

Little Miss Rue...One day old.

I'd like you all to meet my little Niece, Rue. Isn't she a cutie. I think she gets her good looks from me. People will fight me on that...but its true, they don't know what they are talking about. That is her Grammy and Pops holding her before they headed to Pops Christmas Party. Rue's Mommy, who I will be calling Kanga from now on, took the picture. Grammy said Rue wouldn't open her eyes the entire hour they were there. Pops told me that she was a lovely baby and that she looked just like a doll....rosie cheeks and all. For once I will have to agree with him. Grammy said she thinks her hair might lighten up later. Rue has dark hair now but her little eyebrows and eye lashes are very light. Since her Daddy is a blonde..its possible. I'm hoping she turns into a red head. Hehe....I'd love that. Anyway...I thought everyone would like to see her, so they know who I will be spoiling from now on.

I think this is the best Christmas present my Sister has ever given me. Now if I can only talk her into letting me take her home with me. I think I'm dreaming...but an Auntie has to have BIG dreams.

A Christmas Meme

Attach a photo of one of your current holiday displays: That is my tree for 2006...mark my words, the first thing my Mom will say is that I have too much stuff on it. Tough cookies, I like all my treasures on my tree and if I could have a tree taller that 7 foot, it wouldn't look so full.

1. Egg Nog, Mulled Cider, or Hot Chocolate? Hot Chocolate

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? He wraps them up.

3. Do you decorate the outside of your home with lights? Any other displays? I like white lights outside and displays are always fun.

4. Poinsettias, Holly or Mistletoe? All three

5. When do you put up your decorations? Right around the 1st of December.

6. Do you prefer to give or receive? BOTH! I really do love to give presents though, that is why I give them all year long.

7. Cut tree, live tree, artificial tree, or Festivus pole? This year I have a cut tree but I don't have anything against a really nice artificial tree. A Festivus pole would not hold all my decorations so that is kind of out.

8. Have you ever made a gingerbread house? Yes, theya re a pain in the butt, plus I eat more candy than I get on the house.

9.Do you display a nativity scene? Not this year, its in Nebraska packed away in some boxes at Mom and Dad's. It's a really cute set though. When my baby niece is older...I may have to give it to her. Its a Cherished Teddy Nativity collectors set.

10.When did you learn the truth about Santa? My Father swears we were teenagers before we learned the truth...but only because we were smart enough to know that if you figure out the truth, you may not get as many presents. We were not fools. I think I was 5 or 6.

11. Snow! Love it or dread it? Snow and I have a love-hate relationship. I think it is pretty and I enjoy it for a while, but there comes a time when it needs to go.

12. Can you ice skate? Yeah, sort of. I'm much better on roller skates but I do enjoy ice skating.

13. Do you open your gifts on Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning? Christmas Morning

14. What is the most important thing about the holidays for you? Spending time with family and friends.

15. What is your favorite holiday cookie? Do you bake them or buy them? I love my Mom's butter cookies that you make with a press kit. I have baked them before but Mom's are always better. Maybe its just in my head but it seems true.

16. What tops your tree? Depends. We have short ceilings in the basement so I can't put a angel on top, so this year I have a star. My tree touches the ceiling as it is. I have several tree toppers. Some light up, some don't. Two are made of glass, one is a giant Winnie the Pooh holding a star and he has angel wings and a halo, then I have my angel with moving wings and a few different stars.

17. What is your favorite Christmas song? I have so many...I love Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys but I also love Winter Wonderland, Silent Night, The Christmas Song, White Christmas, Silver Bells, Let it Snow, I'll Be Home For Christmas, and The First Noel...there are more.

18. What is your favorite Christmas movie or story? I love It's A Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story...but Winter Wonderland is good too. On the cartoon front I love all those old Burl Ives cartoons and the Peanuts Gang Christmas

19. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum? If Yum, how do you eat them? Yummy! I start out on the bottom of the stick and suck on it until its pointy and almost dangerous, then I start biting off pieces until I have the hook left. Then I stick the whole thing in my mouth.

20. Do you send Christmas cards? If yes, do you enclose a letter or picture? I usually send cards but rarely do a "chain" letter, I write in the card. Who really wants a picture of me?

21. What kind of lights do you decorate your Christmas tree with? White lights, or another solid color, multi colored, candles, or a novelty light such as bubble lights? I am a huge fan of white lights but when I was a kid we used multi colored lights. I own bubble lights but I think they are in Nebraska too.

22. Favorite Christmas memory as a child? Family get togethers. They were always crazy, but fun.

23. Best present that you have received? My baby niece is my favorite early present...but they won't let me keep her so that kind of sucks. Otherwise I would have to say my skateboard, or a bike.....but my Merlin was great and so was the year we got the Atari. Although I really liked the train set we has and the race car track. Dad had two girls but that didn't stop him from buying us toys that he would like to play with too.

24.Turkey, Ham, Seafood, or Soup for your holiday dinner? We usually do Turkey and/or Ham...I usually remember both being served. I was always green with envy when I heard that other people served seafood.

25.Describe your favorite Christmas ornament. My favorite ornament from my childhood is a pink fairy with a wand and a tutu. I just adore her.

I'm tagging these people:

Raine

Darlene

Kare

Sue

Brandy

Miyon

Cindy

Tami

Michelle

Amy (Foe)

Danielle

Desperate Housewife

Marianne

and anyone else that reads this. Leave me a comment so I know you have completed your mission.

It's OFFICIAL now

I am an Auntie Netter, for real!

Welcome to the World, Little One!

My Niece was finally born by C-section. Tisha only dialated to 9 and after an hour of trying to get things moving, Doc called for a C-setction...which Tisha said she was very glad to hear. She'd had a long day. Mommy and Baby are doing fine but the Doctors have asked that Tisha not have visitors today so she can get some rest, she needs it, she's worn out. I did speak to her and she sounds very happy but exhausted.

Here are the stats:

Rue Carrington Kuhl
was born December 8th at 4:26 AM CST
at the Johnson County Hospital in Tecumseh, Nebraska,
Rue weighs 7 lbs 14 oz,
was 19 1/2 inches long,
has brown hair,
with big feet and is an active little kicker. Grammy said that her little feet have been kicking up a storm in the nursery. I'm hoping that with those big feet she is goint to be tall like her Daddy.

I have not picked out a nickname yet, I thought I would wait until I see my baby niece and for Tisha to heal up a little bit before I start freaking her out with my choice of a nickname. I will be taking suggestions all week. lol, that will be another post.

I'm so excited! Pictures are supposed to be on the way. The nut cases have to figure out how to download the pictures but they won't do that until after they all get some sleep.

Baby Update 1:50AM EST

OK, OK, don't get excited...I have no new news. I don't know what the hell is going on. I'm half tempted to call but what if they are in the midst of delivery and they have to stop the coaching and pushing because of me. LOL, OK, I know they will let the phone go to a message but that will just torque me off to no end, and they know it. Then I will be forced to call over and over again. Yeah, I'm one of those people...ignore me and suffer my wrath.

So, now I am assuming that Tisha has not popped out my niece yet. Sheesh, what's taking so long?! People do it all the time, lickity split, no dilly dally business involved. All I have to say is that if she had that baby and nobody had the sense to call me ASAP...their asses are so deep in doo doo that they will never dig themselves out. I know I have told them many, many, many times that AS SOON as she gives birth and they have the stats, name (just in case the change their mind...but they have one picked out already) weight, length, time, temperature....oops, that last part was part of a bank advertisement. Anyway, They know. I even tried to convince them that I was the first call they should make because everyone else is in the same time zone and I am an hour AHEAD of them. Mom said, "Grandparents get first dibs on calls, so if Dewey wants to call Loretta and Ken, he can." To which I rolled my eyes over the phone with such moxie that I'm sure my Mother heard them swirling in my eye sockets. I quickly told her that first time Aunts who live farther away always trump everyone else. She didn't want to hear that.

You know, it was kind of funny. Early yesterday morning, Dewey called me to let me know that Tisha was in labor and at the hospital. I answered the phone and he said, "How is Rue's favorite Aunt doing?" To which I quickly replied, "Was she born already?!" And he said, "No, but we are at the hospital." Now if you ask me, that is the meanest thing anyone has done to me in ages. I mean, really, you can't toy with a soon to be Aunties emotions like that.

Anyway, so help me GOD, there will be hell to pay if she had that baby already and they decided not to call me because they thought it was to late. If that happens, oh...ohhhhhh...ohhhhh...I will be pissed. I've had my cell phone by me all night waiting and of course I can't sleep because I'm to excited. What are they going to do, lie to me about the babies birthdate and time? I'll discover the truth. I always do! It's now 12:50 AM CST and I have not received a phone call so that better mean we don't have a December 7th baby...nope, it will be a December 8th baby,unless she can hold out for another 24 hours. lol, by that time Tisha will be performing her own C-section.

Celebrity Birthdays Dec. 8th:
Kim Bassinger, 1953
Sammy Davis, Jr., 1925
Terri Hatcher, 1964
Eli Whitney (Inventor) was born in Westboro, Mass., on December 8, 1765

and on a sad note, Death Anniversaries - Dec. 8th:
John Lennon - Musician, former Beatle, died December 8, 1980


The better call soon. It's at times like this that it really sucks being so far away from home and the people you love.

Baby update 7:50 PM CST

Mom just called. She ran home to eat something while Tisha was sleeping. She finally made it to 4 cm dilated so they could give her the epideral at 5:30. They knew she needed it because she was exhausted. She has been having strong contractions all day at about 3 minutes apart and she didn't get much sleep last night and has not eaten anything today. She has a strong tolerance for pain but when you are tired, its hard to fight it. Mom said her whole body was shaking with each contraction because she was so tired. My poor Sister. Anyway, they are hoping that a little sleep will help her relax and dilate faster. The baby is where it needs to be and is not under any stress so they said its just a matter of Tisha getting some rest so she has the strength to push. Cross your fingers for her.

Baby update 5:20 PM CST

Well, I broke down and called Dewey. No baby yet. Tisha has been in labor all day and had very little action on the dilation front. She was at 3cm. Dewey said they were waiting on the Anesthesiologist to arrive at the hospital. I'm supposed to get a phone call as soon as the baby is born. I'll post as soon as I hear.

Baby on the way?

OMG...mu Mom sent me this email about an hour ago.

Just to let you know, Tisha is in the hospital and doing o.k. Pains are about 5 minutes apart, but still only dialated 1 cm...Will let you know as soon as we have something...


I'll keep you posted. You know, my Sister said she would problably have a Pearl Harbor baby....which would suck, because who wants to have their child on a day that hundreds of people died. (Katie has a Sept 11th b-day...ask her, she'll tell you how it sucks) Ofcourse, maybe the baby will hold out until tomorrow. You never know.

Another one of those quiz thingies

I've been Tagged!
Okay - I've been tagged by Darlene - here goes:

Things You May Not Know About Me
Four jobs I’ve had in my life:
1.Nanny for Katie and Chris
2.Nanny for Will
3. Nanny for Eli and Alix
4.Nanny for Sam

Four movies I would (and/or do) watch over and over:
1. Dirty Dancing
2. Sense and Sensibility
3. Harvey
4. Father Goose

Four places I have lived:
1. Fort Campbell Kentucky...my birth place but I really only lived there for a few weeks
2. Pawnee City & Tecumseh Nebraska
3. Merrick, Baldwin & Rockville Center, New York
4. New Canaan, Connecticut

Four TV shows I love (or would love) to watch:
1. Heros
2. House
3. The Office
4. Grey's Anatomy

Four Places I have been on Vacation:
1. Venice Italy and Northern Italy
2. Brussels Belgium
3. London England
4. All over Switzerland

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Fresh Peaches
2. popcorn balls...only like my Pops makes
3. vanilla ice cream...no sprinkles on top
4. prime rib, cooked medium rare

Four of my favorite books:
1. Any of the Harry Potter Books
2.A Sererate Peace
3.The Five People you Meet in Heaven
4. Ferdinand the Bull. Nobody said we couldn't use a kids book...lol

Four friends who I want to do this:

1. Michelle
2. Tami
3. Amy
4. Cindy

Must have been lead in that sucker...

I have always loved Christmas ornaments. As far back as I can remember, I have loved them. I loved them so much I tried eating a glass ball. It's true, just ask my Mother, she about had a stroke. I was little..in a walker, if I am remembering the story correctly. I must have strained to get ahold of a ball and probably decided it looked like a good thing to eat or chew on. Mom had turned her back for a second and heard a crunch. Then she got the wonderful job of sticking her finger in my mouth, trying to get all the bulb out. I wasn't cut or anything...LUCKY...but to this day, I like eating crunchy things. Crispy fries, salty crackers, you name it, but none of them taste as wonderful as that Christmas bulb did all those years ago....lol, oh dear Lord, I swear there must have been lead in that sucker or something. That would explain a lot. OK, I hope everyone has a lovely day. I have to go to the friggin mall today. I don't wanna but shopping calls and I want to get my shopping over with.

A lesson by Hoops & Yoyo.

How to behave this Christmas: Click on the link for a little reminder for people that might need it....like the Grocery Store lady or an EX-friend of mine. She knows who she is. I'm a huge fan of Hoops & Toots, probably because the are soooo annoying. They probably talk more than I do. Is that possible? They are like kids, they make noise just to hear themselves. They are not the faint hearted, just be warned. Oh and if you have someone that you really want to annoy, send them about 10 of their online e-cards....lol, there are some random cards and they are long. Just ask Katie...I sent her a bunch for her birthday.

Last night

The moon looked so pretty shining on the bay last night...I had to take a picture and post it for everyone, just for the heck of it. By the way, no baby news. You know, people have to stop calling my cell phone when I'm out and about, unless you have baby news for me. People must think my purse is on fire when I tear into it looking for my ringing cell phone. Don't bother asking if she had the baby yet...TRUST ME...you will know when she has it.

Ever wanna shout,"OK HOOCHIE MAMMA, MOVE YOUR ASS!"

I'm a patient person. I can be in a hurry and wait in a long line longer than anyone I know, without freaking out. I usually just try to make small talk with the people stuck in my line. Well today was going pretty well. I managed to run to BJ's to pick up one item, so I didn't get a cart....and as always my token one item turned into far more. I was balancing my items and ofcourse overjoyed when I managed to find a short line. The guy who checked me out was annoyed that I didn't have a cart for him to put my items in. I don't know what his deal was, he didn't have to carry them and figure out how to get the van open without dropping stuff. All the dill rod had to do was stack them in a pile, not carry my crap for me. Anyway I told him I'm known for my "no cart" antics at the grocery store, I always get a basket and pile it so high that I'm afraid my arms will fall off. I have a system. After the items are bagged, I slip two bags on each arm, up to my elbows and then the remaining bags I carry in my hands with the lock remote in my hand, finger hovering over the button. People marvel at my strength...but then again, people always do. I'm friggin strong, I can't help it. Anyway, I always joke that I don't go to the gym so this is my way of lifting weights. Anyway, my adventure at BJ's was great overall. I was in and out in less that 25 minutes. Thats a record for that place.
Then I went to the Drug store to pick up Nancy's prescription that was called in to one of the CVS's in Baldwin....nobody seemed to know which one though. I took a chance and tried the one closest to home first...BINGO...they had it. I waited in line there for 25 minutes. Actually in line, no looking around first...straight back to the pharmacy dept and on line....three people deep. I have no friggin idea what the problem was or what the hell was going on but I read the front of every box of condoms that the store had, them moved to the pregnancy tests and massage oils. I'm sorry to say I didn't expand my knowledge of any of the products nor did I learn any knew words. It was a total waste of time. I signed for the antibiotics, paid and headed to the grocery store. This is where my frustration began. I got in there and OFCOURSE there were carts blocking all the parking spots. I jumped out, moved a cart, pulled in the spot and being the nice person that I am, took three carts back to the front of the store with me. I knew an old lady would be happy to have a cart right there, waiting for her. About 4 employees on their break looked at me like I was a nutcase or something...rolling three carts to the door. It was their break...so I wasn't annoyed they weren't collecting the shopping carts but I could have done without their looks. I just smiled at them and headed in the door.
Here is when I started to get annoyed. There were no baskets in the front. Not a single basket. I had to walk down and grab a few out of one of the check out lanes. I was really nice and brought a few back with me to leave at the doors, after all I was making the trip that way. I zipped through the produce isle in no time flat, collecting my fresh veggies and checking out the fruit. I headed down the rice isle, and while I was squatting down returning to the shelves some boxes someone had knocked over I notice a lady coming my way, so I glance around and realize she can't get though the isle with my butt in the way because they have a ton of displays to my sides and a support pole behind me. She needed to pull her cart where I was squatting, so I said, "Opps, I'm in your way" and I moved so she could continue though. She didn't smile, she didn't acknowledge me at all...she just stuck her nose in the air and kept moving. I just figured it was your typical snotty Long Islander...there are a few here, so I rolled my eyes and moved on. I grabbed the chicken and steak I needed and headed down the spice isle, which seems to have a simular crowding issue. By this point my basket is exploding with stuff. I come upon a road block and guess who it is...the same lady I moved for before she even had to ask or clear her throat. She has her cart blocking the isle and she is standing in front of the cart so I can't move it forward. I couldn't move the cart backwards because there was a display in the way. I knew she knew I was there. Her purse was in the cart wide open so I didn't want to freak her out by grabbing the handle and moving the cart myself. I said, "Excuse me." In my nicest sing song voice. She still ignored me. So I waited for quite a while and once again I said, "Excuse me ,Miss" Even though she was not so young...I was being nice. She glanced at me and went back to whatever she was doing. At that point steam was coming out my ears. I thought about turning around but there were Four ladies with carts, two with husbands in tow behind me and I just had to get past her to be home free to the checkout isle, dead ahead. Finally I said, " I'm sorry but I really need though, I need to get home before the school bus gets there. She ignored me...AUGH! So I grabbed her cart, quickly moved it to the other side of a display and at that point she started to grab for her cart but I was too quick and I started pushing my way into the hole from the side, so she had to step aside and can't get to her cart. She started to mumble something under her breath...and I said, "Your Welcome" and headed on my way. I hope her eggs broke, her bread got smooshed and her milk leaked all over her car.

Well, crap!

Mine just doesn't look as neat as everyone else. How is that fair, I ask you! First my Sister can't pop out a kid on her due date so I don't freak every two seconds and now this! The universe needs a good kick in the ass so everything stops spinning out of control. Who has big feet and steel tipped boots? Anyone, anyone? Give it a try with your picture.

Guess what day it is today!

Today is my Sisters due date. Yeah, that baby has not decided to be a rude visitor and show up early. What the hell is that all about?! Well, I can't say I am surprised. I was a late baby...I was due at the end of April and I waited until May 7th to show my little head, only to end up with a cracked collar bone for my efforts. My Sister was late too if I remember correctly...but she showed up a couple of days prior to Aunt vickie and Uncle Johns wedding. I mean if "Mommy" and "Auntie Nett" couldn't show up on time for their births, why should she! Good question and I'll tell you why....because Auntie Nett can't wait any longer. Enough is enough, be born already! Sheesh!
Anyway, Tisha is going back to the doctor today for a little visit to see how Mommy and baby are doing. On the last visit every thing was fine. Baby still had room to grow and was guessed to weigh around 8 lbs 3 oz. Tisha was 8 lbs 6 oz and I was 8 lbs 10 oz when I was born...so she's in the same ball park. Tisha was dialated to 1 cm...so there was something going on down there, the kick count was good, active....baby was in the right position, so its just a matter of time. I think Tisha was ready to kill the Doc when she mentioned that having sex sometimes brought on labor....cause Dewey was all gungho to get it on after that. As of yesterday, he wasn't getting his way....lol.