So, again it's been like a million years since I've had a chance to update my blog, but I'm back on scene! It's been incredibly eventful lately. Lots going on. As you can see, me and baby are moving right along. The belly is soooooooo hot, don't try to tell me any different. Put your small children away and watch turning corners because there's a chance one of my giant boobs might hit you in the face! Daddy Ant has been very busy painting the nursery this weekend. It's SO pink. It looks like Pepto Bismol exploded in there. There are chocolate brown stripes on the bottom to break it up some. I love it! It makes it all feel so real. I'm still in shock a little bit. With our unfortunate history, it's hard to believe that Emerie's in there and she's healthy and happy and we're actually going to get our baby. I don't feel anything but excitement. I'll have to take some pictures of all the cute outfits I've been buying for her. I sincerely hope I don't go bankrupt.
So my apologies. I never promised to be more than a sporadic blogger. I know I'm funny and entertaining, but I can't always find the time. You'll have to live the drab day to day without me sometimes. Deep sigh...
Time out- can we talk about the brilliance that is Self Check Out?! Being pregnant has led me on this hormonal journey of shock and dismay about most things in life lately, but the bright spot came today at Wal-Mart when at a little after 6pm there was no wait in the Self Check Out lane. The beauty of not having to engage in small talk with someone that hates their job and would probably rather work in a call center is priceless. Don't get me wrong, I like most people, but geez I'm in sales. I have friends. I have co-workers that I actually enjoy chatting with. I have 3 sisters and a mom- don't I talk enough? Self Check Out AKA Express Lane to Sanity.
Any who let's talk tv for a minute. Who else is OUT on Addison on Private Practice? If you're caught up this week, please join me in the disgust that is this new Noah doctor. I mean what could she possibly see in this pitiful, weak man that would cheat on his pregnant almost dead wife with her doctor??? It's ridiculous to say the least. And the situation with Kitty and the guy from the park on Brothers & Sisters- I mean I may just stop watching tv all together. Shout outs to Razzy who said it best last week- it's so disheartening to see every marriage end in affairs or divorce. I know it's just tv, but art imitates life imitates art or whatever. I hate expressions. One last thing- someone wake me up when Meredith on Grey's Anatomy becomes interesting. "How does Chief know we're engaged?" "What do you mean I need a white dress?" "I'm not really a wear-the-ring kind of girl" GET OVER YOURSELF- YOU THE MOST ANNOYING PERSON ON TELEVISION. It's almost hard to watch at this point. That's my rant on tv right now.
What else is going on? Anything? Severe weather. The Swine Flu. My craving for lemon flavored snacks. Or my attacking innocent people left and right due to my shock and dismay of all the world's injustice. Not only did I make the poor Market Street man feel like a fool but I've also managed to insult the ice cream man and the poor McDonald's worker that barely spoke English. In my defense the rotisserie chickens should be for the working wives and mothers that need the pre-made food more than the stay at home mothers. If you have a picture of the Pink Panther ice cream bar on the truck then you should indeed have Pink Panthers in your possession at all times. And at this point in the economy you practically have to speak to a manager at McDonald's to get a couple of extra sweet and sour sauces with your nuggets so why do you incessantly hand me three packets of strawberry jelly with my sausage biscuit when I specifically ask for just one? I feel strongly that Ronald McDonald would join me in being both shocked and appalled at this behavior. I digress.
Well I again I'll make the promise to try to update more regularly. Maybe I'll just update with belly pictures every week in the event that I don't have a particular rant that day. I heart you if you're reading this. Until next time...
It's just another day in the life.
