Sunday, June 24, 2007

The Last Days of June

Its Sunday night and I am sitting in a loose t-shirt nursing the newest sunburn I have. Yes, I watch the sunblock commercials and the horror stories, and yet I still on certain days forget to apply it. I learned a few things this weekend :

1) My limit for spinny rides is 4. You know the ones I am talking about, the centrifical force ride that glues you to the coffin shaped contraption.

2) I love bumper cars, except they don't go fast enough. I am sure they have a good reason for that, you know safety reasons and all. But come on, if you are going to make it in to a race track, let me race!

3) Baby animals are just plain cute. There are ducklings at my complex. A momma duck and her 6 babies. Today was a field trip for the duckies, the art of getting in and out of the swimming pool. And seriously they have a science to it. Momma jumps in the shallow end of the pool and her little babies follow her in, plop, plop, plop, plop....... they swim to the deep end and and momma duck hops up on the top run of the metal ladder and then up to the lip of the swimming pool. Her little babies followed suit, some of them getting it on the first try and the others needing a few minutes to master it. It was so cute!

I did want to let you all know that I did survive the baby shower. And at the same time I discovered why I hate baby showers, ok not all of them but definitely work related ones. On the way home I was talking with the Specialist about the baby shower and as always he is so patient with my ramblings, i realized what I hate most is that I had to be "on". You know that smiling, happy, small talking person, basically not your normal self. Its one thing to be "on" five days a week at work. But on the weekend I am myself and I surround myself with people that I want to be around. So I get a little bent when work stuff cuts in to my weekend. But I did it, I survive and if I do say so myself I looked damned cute doing it. I wore a coral colored strapless sundress with a light yellow pattern, a long gold necklace, and gold strappy cork wedges. If I am going to do something I don't like , the least I can do is look cute, right?

Anywho, I am finishing off the weekend with strawberries I bought at the farmer's market this morning and nursing my sunburn.

I hope you all had a wonderful weekend.....

Tuesday, June 19, 2007


After a cold winter, the babies they are a coming. Tis the season for wedding bells and new life brought in to the world and as BestFriend Tiff mentioned our group is no exception. Ok except for the wedding bells, unless my friends are holding out. Our nearest and dearest Angie is a proud momma to be. And what do proud momma’s to be get???? Baby showers!!!! And I am so lucky I get to go to TWO (yes, that was said with heavy sarcasm)! No offense Angie, I love you but you also know how I feel about being on my best behavior. I am not as entertaining!
I am looking forward to Angie’s because I will know everyone and they already love me and can’t change their mind. I forbid it J. However the second shower I have been invited to is with coworkers ( gasp or maybe that is a shudder!). This translates to putting on my business professional face, limiting my alcohol intake to one glass of whatever, and participating in the games. Not only that but sitting through the present opening. I think I find this so uncomfortable because I hate being in the spotlight when opening gifts. I want to open them at home in privacy. But more than that the poor mom to be has to be excited about breast pumps, diaper genies, and peepee tee pee*( I will explain below). And can I tell how uncomfortable I feel about giving breast pumps and the necessary accessories for the beginning stages of babyhood? Congratulations here is a breast pump and no I was not thinking about your breasts when I bought it. And yes I can be a prude sometimes. Of course there are other items that can be bought that are much cuter and of course I will be buying those. But really what I want to get the mom to be is something for her. Like a gift certificate for a pedicure, because after having that baby WOOHOOO you can see your toes again. But you know that isn’t on the registry. ;)

So this weekend I will brave Babies’ R Us for something that doesn’t have to do with boobs, diapers, or peepees.

* A Pee Pee Tee Pee is a fabric cone that goes over the Pee pee while you are changing your baby boy. So that you aren’t hosed, literally. : )