- Last week provided weather that I was not fond of. One, because it seems way to early in the season to be dealing with temps hovering in the low twenties and two, because ice came. Bring me all the snow you want – I hate ice. Walking on it is a killer as I’ve had my fair share of slipping and falling. Driving on it is insane but that’s because other people are driving on it too and are not the brightest crayons in the box. Boo ice, boo.
- My Michigan friends (I’m calling you guys that until you don’t live there any more) came to visit one last time before their baby makes her debut in January. We spent time with our large group of friends and totally molested Mel’s baby belly. We were all screams when the baby started making waves against the palms of our hands. I think it’s possible we might have scared the bambino more than she scared us.
- My Christmas shopping is complete. Feels good to know it’s done and wrapped. My Christmas tree looks so nice with packages under it. I just hope that our family likes their gifts. Or are at least great liars.
- I have a feeling that I’ll be finishing up a knitting project this afternoon with PodMate. Her knitting expertise will help put on the finishing touches. I can’t tell you what it is though. Another secret. I’ve got to stop with the secret knitting – it’s killing me.
- The coffee maker at work bit the dust. Broke in the wash. We have a new today thanks to a fabulous co-worker. After my first couple sips I remarked that the coffee tasted weird. PodMate took a swig and clarified that it tasted like coffee should taste. Kind of sucks knowing the machine you’ve drank from for two years made coffee not like coffee should taste. *sad face*
- I had the second worst experience at the dentist yesterday. The worst would be when I was fitted for my permanent porcelain tooth. But yesterday… oh boy, I was not good leaving the dentist. I was in pain and embarrassed myself to the max. When the tooth technician (I’m not sure what you call the person who does the fillings) told me that I was reacting in ways she isn’t used to, I tried to hide it. Only because I don’t want to be like my DAd at the dentist. He… how do you say it… makes the people in the lobby fear their cleaning. Screaming can do that.
- Tonight, the Louisville Cardinals play in their first bowl game in three years. I’m excited that the team was able to make it to a bowl – Coach Strong gets all the credit in my book. But it reminds me of the bowl game we went to in college. The Liberty Bowl. And how after the bowl, we were all snuggled in our hotel room with friends when the fire alarm went off. When I tried waking the hubs (then the boyfriend) to exit with our friends, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. “Burn with me, baby.” Needless to say, I stayed. Thankfully it was a false alarm. Go Cards!
After sharing this story in the car last night with my lovely co-workers and hearing my boss say “Shit.” and then follow it with giggles, I thought it might be blog worthy.
Please, don’t judge me.
So when you’ve been to as many baby showers as I have in the last year, you begin to pay attention. And I don’t mean that I started noticing that there was no ice cream served with the cake (come on… it’s a pre-birthday party… there should totally be ice cream). And not all the talk about labor, after labor, nipple woes and homemade apple sauce. (Although those stories stick with me. I’ve heard more than I’ve ever needed too.) I’m talking about the gifts. The baby gifts. And how I, a woman who has zero babies, could benefit from them.
Take for example these cups:
They are spill proof. Little hands can fit in them to dig out Cheerios but when flipped upside down, no Cheerios spill. I could totally use this in the car. I eat Cheerios too. And Goldfish (actually, I eat cheddar whales… same dif). And I need spill proof while operating heavy machinery. This makes total sense people. Believe you me, one person who reads this will go buy this cup for themselves. [And then say they bought it for their kid.]
But this is the type of thing I started doing. By like Shower #3.
Once I learned what a receiving blanket was, I wished they made them in adult-size. Adult-size flannel blanket to curl up in. Sounds delightful. I’ll take two, please.
Those little pre-measured formula cups could help me with portion control.
Nighttime bath that smells like lavender? Who doesn’t want to smell like lavender at nighttime?
Bottle with nipple = handy little door stop.
I could go on but then I’d just start embarrassing you with the ideas you never thought of. So let’s get down to business, shall we?
The Boppy was all the rage this summer. Every shower I attended, a Boppy would appear from underneath bows and paper wrapping. It was inevitable. A Boppy would magically appear. And I wanted one. That was until I met the Boppy’s competitor: My Brest Friend.
A completely horrible name for a product – their marketing person should be fired over the name. But look at it. Just look at it. It’s wondrous.
For those of you who aren’t as familiar with the needs of a mommy-to-be (because I’m like a frickin expert over here?), this contraption here is a “breastfeeding support pillow”. It sits on the mother’s lap and the baby lies on top while cradled in momma’s arms and hitting up the bar for second breakfast. (Second breakfast… another fantastic concept.) It wraps around the back and buckles so that mommy’s have additional back support. How nice of them, huh?
You’re asking why I want one, aren’t you? Why on Earth would I want a “breastfeeding support pillow” with the the worst possible name ever? Especially when I have no one to provide second breakfast for?
I want it for my dinner plate.
Yes. I said it. And I mean it. My dinner plate.
My entire life, whenever I’ve dined in front of the television (which growing up was every Saturday night with Pizza Hut and Star Trek), I always (read always) balanced my dinner plate on a throw pillow. I still do this. But only more often. This Brest Friend dealio offers a flat surface and back support. Say wha?! Momma needs!
So while my idea is completely ludicrous and would be a total waste of money (I mean, how would I explain this to people? How would I explain this to the hubs?! “Honey, I need my Brest Friend, can you pass it over?” HELLS NO!), I still believe, wholeheartedly in fact, that it is a fantastic use for this little number.
I have only one request: Mommy friends that have one, please use it once for your dinner plate and let me know how it goes. I’m dying to know.
I’m not a big fan of Halloween. I never really cared for dressing up or trick-or-treating or the creepy parties. It’s not my thing. But I know that it is for ohsomany people. Many of the people I follow in the blogosphere can’t get enough Halloween. So since I’m not in the spirit and it’s right around the corner, I’m sharing some posts I’ve enjoyed that are down right perfect to set a spooky mood.
Amy at Fix It Or Deal: Zombie, Zombie, Burning Bright
Katie at You Are What You Eat Or Reheat: Halloween Bars
Lacey at life + style: Vintage Halloween
Emily at Perpetually Peeved: Come as you’re not
Melissa at live life. addicted.: Gasden Zombie Parade 2010
It’s weeks like this one that remind me that blogging is just a hobby. Being that it is a hobby, it doesn’t pay very well. So the job that’s less of a hobby but comes with dollar signs has taken precedence over my life this week. Boo client revisions, boo.
That being said, don’t expect much from me. But I thought I’d point you to some of my favorite posts if you needed some occupying.
What’s The Difference: Kit vs. 50mm
Happy Hump Day, interweb!
Paco, my handy little point and shoot camera, goes everywhere with me. If the kahuna doesn’t feel like going for a walk, I’ll squeeze Paco into whatever bag I’m carrying at the moment. It’s nice to have a camera when the whim strikes to photograph something [as my camera phone is no good... whatsoever]. But there’s only been a handful of times that I’ve been reached for Paco so fast that my cat-like reflexes catch me off guard. Speaking of cats…
A few months back Denise at GeekGirl415 made an observation about the little stick families people put on the back of their SUVs. And how she would find it funny if someone actually put these on with several cat stick figures as well. I thought this to be hilarious. And then I saw it.
Not long after reading Denise’s post, I happened upon a white SUV with these stickies, only it wasn’t your average family of human-like stick figures. Instead there was adult lady sticky and beside her were four cats and two dogs. I laughed. I’m sorry. And I didn’t even think about picking up the camera. I know that many people think of their pets as their children but I couldn’t help but get a giggle out of it. I saw the SUV a second time on the way to work. Again, I laughed – and Paco didn’t make it to the party.
This morning, I spied with my little eye that white SUV.
And tailed her.
So did Paco.
Muwahahahaha.
![[Crazy] Cat Lady](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5071004631_1712268e27.jpg)
Yes, I added the disguise. No one needs to know who she is. But she knows who she is.
And knowing is half the battle.
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