Happy Birthday to Two of my Favorite Gals

I love you both and am so thankful for our friendship. Over these last 9 years (yes Kathy...it's been 9 years since I infamously did the helicopter with the shell of my shirt at the Tumbleweed and made out with Bonnie's crush in the back seat of her car...not one of my finer moments in life) you two have really helpe me become the person who I am today and I am so thankful to have you both in my lives. Amanda - you will have the cutest little nose this weekend and Kathy - I hope your bday celebrations are filled with love and laughter. You two deserve all that you can have and more! Love you both!!

Half Way There....

20 weeks down.....20 weeks to go. I'm so impatient. It takes FOREVER to make a kid....

Kid to Kid - I heart you

I found my new love...hopefully it will be an everlasting love. I was early getting to my parents house yesterday and I saw this store across the street from their neighborhood that I have always wanted to stop and take a look around. It's a magical place. It's a second hand kid store and I'm in love. I bought 6 outfits that still had the tags on them for $21.65 yesterday - 6 complete outfits that had never been worn! I feel like I won the lottery. I will be shopping there from now on. I see no reason to pay full price for something the kid is going to wear for all of 5 seconds before he grows out of them. This is amazing.

Yes, I know they are HUGE

SO STOP STARING!!! News Flash - I have huge boobs. This does not give you permission to stare at them without consequences. I'm pregnant - give me a break. Yes, I do realize that I can't hide two things the size of watermelons on my chest. Yes, I know they are probably the same size as Dolly Parton's. No, I don't care to talk about it with you, my three male coworkers. Seriously - why is this an okay discussion for people to bring up to me at work all of the time? I don't talk about your expanding beer belly or small male genitalia. I guess since you bring up my boob size 18 times a day, maybe I should start. Tell me how comfortable that would make you.

Off my soap box now....

My Little Cowboy

Look at this little cute outfit for my future Cowboy. How could I not purchase this? Whether he likes it or not, little Marshall will be attending OSU. If he even THINKS about OU, there will be consequences. Just kidding....maybe. There was also this one for when he's a bit older...

Again....I know...I'm out of control. These were just too cute!

Thank You, Kathy

I am out of control. At least I admit it. It's not news to most of you. Just a little bit ago, Kathy helped me come to the conclusion that I needed to have a fashionable diaper bag. I mean, who doesn't? Because I know that is the first thing people are going to notice about me carrying around this little boy - What kind of diaper bag does she have? Well, here you go folks

A lovely Kate Spade Nylon Abigail Baby Bag will make my life complete. Thank goodness I paid for the overnight shipping....because, if you are keeping up - I NEED IT NOW! I like that it says it has two exterior pockets for your wine bottles....I mean, baby bottles. Well, maybe one for a small personal wine bottle and one for a baby bottle....even it out a bit.

Now, when people look at me and I look like crap because I haven't slept in days and my kid is crying and I look disgusting, they will think I am amazing because I have a fashionable diaper bag. Need I say more?

What is in a name?

Holy crap! Now we have to name this little boy?! I didn't realize how hard this task would be. Everything we think of, we can think of some drug dealer, weirdo or strange person that has that name. The one name I liked, Tom informed me that the leader of the swingers in Spearman was named that. They have swingers in Spearman? Are there enough people to go around? I thought most people there were bible beaters, how do they have a swinger population? I digress...

Anyway, I'm actually quite proud of the Hubby. I thought he was going to want some boring popular name, but I have been mistaken. He actually came up with cool ones. But, again, remembered that most of them were drug dealing swinger weirdos. So we've narrowed it down to one name....and I'm taking today to really think about it. This is the name that will stick with this kid FOREVER... and that freaks me out. I'm even scared to type it because that makes it so forever.....Marshall William Kirk*

*The user of this blog is allowed to change her mind if she wants to with no judgement

Trying to be patient

I am not a patient person....never have been....never will be. I am the classic "I need it yesterday or my life is over" person. And most of the time, I really do believe my life is going to be over if I don't know or get something right then. I am the person that has to open Christmas gifts as soon as I am aware that there is a present under the tree for me. Yes, I still carefully rip the tape off the sides to sneak a peak - and let me tell you, I'm quite the expert. This past Christmas, Tom made the mistake of putting my Christmas present out at Thanksgiving - I immediately opened it.

So, needless to say, these last few days of waiting for my ultrasound have been AGONY....I take that back...these last 4 months of waiting have been agony. I need to know NOW! I need to shop now! Yes, I realize that I can wait for a while to shop, but I think my life will be over if I don't do it now. Believe me, the next 2 days are jam packed of things that must be done now. Ultrasound, 2 pediatrician appointments, 4 daycare appointments - and that is just Friday. Saturday will be full of shopping. Thank you American Express. I never leave home with out you.

Wow....just Wow....

Congratulations, America, you’ve finally designed a product that looks dumber than both the Snuggie and Smittens, combined. It’s called the Peekaru Original Fleece Baby Carrier Cover, and it’s ridiculous.

For a cool $80 you can do away with the chore of having to carry your baby in your arms or put him or her in a stroller. You simply slip this hit little number on your body, then plop the baby inside—now you’re ready for whatever life throws at you!

And yes, it’s made in the USA. Take a bow, America!

Sometimes I long for you...

Oh Bumpit - How I wonder about you sometimes. When I pass you in the isle at Walgreens, I wonder about your ease and style. Not because I want big hair, but because you are a mystery to me. How can one thing make so many women so happy? And how does it not poke out of the bottom of your hair? Must you tease your hair even more just to hide the wonder that is the Bumpit? There are many questions I want to ask you. I think I just want to buy you just to play around one Saturday afternoon. Will my hair look like this?

Probably not - #1 Because I'm not a model and #2 I don't know how to look that seductive and slutty at the same time. Maybe I will waste the money on you...just so all of my questions can finally be answered. Until the next infomercial intrigues me...like those pads you put on your feet that are supposed to bring out all of the toxins.....

My Good Luck Charm

I now believe that Alanda is my good luck charm. We had a nice long chat about babies and motherhood....and being crazy on Saturday. I was asking her when she felt Madi moving around and how would I know it was the baby and not other stuff. I had settled that it would just be a few more weeks, so I should stop worrying. But I was wrong! It wasn't but a few hours later after Tom got home that the alien that resides in my belly starting moving and kicking around. I can say that it is the oddest and coolest sensation at the same time. To see and feel your insides moving around is quite weird. But now, I just picture that scene in Alien where and alien actually does pop out of their bodies, and not a baby. I hope this thing doesn't rip through my skin.......

My Crazy Dad....

Have you met my crazy Dad? If not, you are totally missing out. While he spent all of his life providing a wonderful life for the 3 of us girls, he now enjoys letting loose now and again. This is a picture after Mary Catherine's wedding....well, a few hours into the after-after party. I think we had floated the second keg by this time. (little did I know I would be impregnated a week later - good thing I drank A LOT that weekend) In the picture with him is Joe -MC's friend that Dad would adopt if he could. Mostly because he was surrounded by females his entire life and Joe gets Dad. This picture just makes me happy... Who couldn't love this man?

I'm gonna poo my baby out

Yes, this is the exact statement I made to my doctor yesterday. You think I'm joking -- I've convinced myself that with the effort I make to try and go, is the same effort I will be using to push this baby out in December (a thought I try and not think about often). I am also convinced that my doctor believes I am a total nut job.

While at my normal monthly appointment, I found out that I haven't gained any weight at all since being preggers - in fact, I am a total of 8 pounds lighter than I was before I got pregnant - 5 of them in the past month. Now, because I am a bit of a drama queen, I asked if I was going to kill my baby or myself. She then proceeded to make the oddest comparison I've ever heard. Her words sounded something like this - "You know how Ethiopian women become very skinny when they are pregnant because of their lack of nutrition - and they still give birth to very healthy babies because that babies take the nutrients from the mothers." (P.S. - please do not take offense to this and just see the humor in it) My doctor somehow just compared me to a skinny Ethiopian woman - can anyone besides me see the humor in this? I still can't stop laughing. I think I almost rolled off of the examination table in laughter when she told me this.

Anyway - all in all - She assured me that I'm not gonna poo my baby out and that it's normal to lose some weight especially since I've been so sick. I'm just glad I get to stop looking in the toilet for a baby for the time being.

Why I need a recipe

There are reasons why people create recipes. It's for people like me. I've never been the one to add a little bit of this and a bit of that and create an edible meal. It just doesn't happen. It has to be written out, or it is a disaster. I'll give you the example of my cobbler. My dad assured me this was so easy - no problem. Just do a little of this and a little of that. Well, I was kind of proud when I pulled it out of the oven. I mean look at it - it was a masterpiece and I did it all by myself while cooking enchiladas and watching the recap of the Michael Jackson memorial service. Then I cut into it.... and it all was downhill from there. It was a watery mess in between two beautiful crusts. I frantically called my dad who infomed me that he forgot to tell me to put a little bit of flour in it to make it gel a little bit. THIS IS WHY WE NEED RECIPES PEOPLE. It still tasted good, but it was just filled with juices that I just spooned out over ice cream. So, as my first attempt, it's okay - I'll do better next time. Next time, I'm printing a recipe from the Food Network.

Tom's New Toy

I've never met a man who likes to vacuum as much as my husband. He finally convinced me that we needed a new vacuum cleaner yesterday and that we needed this particular Dyson. Let me just tell you - spending that much money on a vacuum cleaner really pained me, but the joy on Tom's face last night while he "played" with it was priceless. Most people, I believe, vacuum because they have to and it's probably disgusting not to do it. Tom, on the other hand, had the biggest grin on his face for the 2 HOURS that he spent vacuuming. He moved all of the furniture in the house and cleaned every space in our house. Now, I'm not complaining at all because this is one thing I NEVER have to worry about. I just find it completely hilarious that he was so happy to do it. I tried to take a picture of him grinning, but he wouldn't let me. Thank you Dyson for bringing so much joy to our home.

Waiting...

Today, like most days, I came home to find Bentley sitting on the window sill staring out the window. It cracks me up to see her sitting like this, because she tries to sit like a person. I think she sits here most of the day, when she's not sleeping, just staring out to the world that she can't get to. How can you not laugh at this picture?

Please don't bother us...We're sleeping

My dogs are quite spoiled. It's all our fault. This is what I deal with every morning. Normal dogs want to wake up, go outside for a tinkle and a walk. My dogs are lazy and want to sleep in bed like real people. They like to pretend they can't hear me in the morning when I'm trying to get them to go outside. They just lay in bed with one eye open, hoping I will leave them alone and let them sleep. I will admit, it's hard to get out of bed when you have these two cuddling with you. Too bad Tom has to wear ear plugs to bed every night because of their snoring.

My New BFF

My New BFF

Have you met my new BFF? It's Angel Soft. I would like to know how many times is it humanly possible for one person to pee every day? I counted 49 yesterday...but I think I forgot to count a few. Not to mention the few times I stumble through the bedroom in the middle of the night half awake. At no point in my life did I think I would EVER spend this much on toilet paper. In the past, this MIGHT have been a purchase once a month. Now, it's once a week - and I'm not even home the majority of the day. I wonder if my work has noticed an increase in toilet paper buying? Will that be taken out of my paycheck? Being pregnant is awesome.

The beginning....

So, here is my attempt at starting a blog. I doubt I will be as witty as Amanda's or creative as Kathy's or hilarious like Zach's story about stabbing kids in his younger days, but here we go.

I'm approaching 30....pondering a lot. With a great marriage, a baby arriving in December, a wonderful family and a job, there shouldn't be much left to worry about. But wow - does my brain race! I have pretty much no idea what to do with this thing growing in my belly (which I referred to as a parasite last night as the Hubby kindly patted my expanding belly), and I'm sure my friends will slap me one day for the million questions everyday. I know it will all be okay - like my sister says "People have been doing this for centuries." However, I have convinced myself I am the only one that has experienced any of this and that no one knows what I'm talking about. Yes - you guessed it - I am kinda of a drama queen....but really I'm just mostly clueless...about everything.

As 30 approaches, I look back on the last 10-12 years - these are the years that I think have made the most impact on me. I have made some of the greatest friends these past years. And while I live close to almost none of them...I hope they know they all hold a special place in my heart. I don't get to visit people much and I've turned into the biggest home body. Which - if you have known me for any length of time - you would think that is quite odd. For some reason, since being back to Dallas - making new friends hasn't been the easiest. I like to say it's because my heart is only big enough for the ones I already have, and there isn't a lot of room for new ones. Most of that is true, the other is that I haven't found too many people that make me laugh and cry like they do. The ones that I have made...I will cherish forever.

I've also been with the Hubby for almost 9 years....that is crazy to even think about. Four years of dating and almost 5 years of marriage. I still can't believe someone has put up with my craziness for this long....and I am crazy as you all know.

So here we go...continuing along this infinite abyss of life. Let's see where this goes.