Totally lame post, but check it out!

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Pretty interesting huh? I read through this just as fast as I do normally?

Alright, alright here is the scoop on the Tiffany necklace story. A total boner move on my part!

I think it was three years ago for our anniversary, Mike got me a very simple, very pretty necklace with an "A" on it. I loved it and still do, but I go through phases with Jewelry and I forget about things I own for months at a time. This was one of those times. So fast forward probably six months. We were at a cheesy department store and I found a necklace (not nearly as pretty) with a big gaudy "A" on it and told Mike I wanted it! He was pretty offended, rightly so, and reminded me of the nice one he had bought me. Oops! I still feel bad about it, but I had just completely forgot about it! So there you have it. How terrible, right? Ugh.

Post for Pedro. . .

Last night Pedro was on the 'puter and yelled downstairs,
"Why did you quit blogging?"
I yelled back up and said that I quit because he "never comments anyway!"

I thought that he looked at this maybe once or twice a week, and maybe he does, but I am going to run a test. A few weeks ago, I had written a whole big post about a new obsession I have and "poof" it vanished. Who knew Mother's Day was right around the corner. Let's just see if Pedro is paying attention, shall we.

I am not a big jewelry person, but I found this stuff I love. It is called Pandora and I want a braclet. I think the thing I love about them is how you can personalize them. I am not a gold girl so I'd like for mine to be all silver, with color from the murano beads. Another cool thing is that you add the beads as you go. So say for now, I wanted an M for Mason, or Mike. Well, twenty-five kids later, I could have the whole alphabet on there! I love how they are affordable too, but when you are done adding the beads, you have a nice piece of jewelry. Minus the nails of course.

So how easy should shopping be this year for Mother's Day?

Who's Crazy...Me?

**This post is not for the faint of heart, trust me!**

Even though my friend lives just a few houses a away, last week we were into a little crazy web discussion that kept getting more strange and wrong and funnier by the minute. It was so funny when it was going on, that I thought I should try to re-cap for you all!

It started innocently with a post about pizza. If you read the comments, I was the one to cross the line. But then the "always eager to learn more" part of her took over and she found this, but was a tad let-down because she thought they were only a man's dream come true. Well how wrong she was, because when I thought I crossed the line before, psha! I really crossed it now, I found Charlie!

So now, for those of you who are totally intrigued, you too can have "Charlie" for a mere $7,000 dollars! He comes straight to your door in a coffin size crate, and wow, just think of the great conversations "he" would start being a centerpiece in your living room. But seriously, this business is freaking bazaar. We were even looking into all our options and wow, are there options. So, I know you are all going to run out and get a Charlie of your own, right? Or, would you tap into your inner-freak and go with an Anna Mae?

TMI times 10!

If you can't take talk about girlie parts...see ya!

Today we began our day as normal: Mike gets ready for work, inserts a fresh piece of gum into his mouth, and he is out the door. Have I mentioned that my son LOVES gum. It is a great plug too when he is having one of those extra whiney days too. So anyway, today when Mike ate gum, Mason needed some too. Never mind that it is 7:45 in the morning. He got his wish! Somewhere during the 8:00 hour I decided it was time for the boy to have a bath. I put him in the bath tub with all his toys, left the door opened and let him play while I picked up. (Can you see where this is going? Just wait, you have no idea!) I went to finish giving him his scrub down, took him out, and got him dressed for the day.

About a half an hour later I decided I should really get ready since I had a few errands to run today. But, we had plans for tonight so I want to be "fresh" for the night. You know, fresh hair and make-up, a rarity these days. So I made a compromise with myself. I'd just quick jump in Mason's bath water and wash the parts that needed to be washed. I don't think I need to go into detail about the "parts" you are girls, you know. And the whole thing about reusing bath water, bah, he's my son and he has pooped on me before. . .It doesn't gross me out in the least. So to my quick under-carriage scrub turned disastrous! I found gum in my pubes! Yes, a wad of gum clumped into my pubes from my gum addicted 2-year old. After a few minutes of trying to remove it, and brainstorming how the hell I would be getting it out, I gave up and got the scissors. A clump of my girlie hair is gone.

I debated whether or not I wanted to write about this. I mean, it is definitely TMI, but who has this shit happen to them? Oh yeah, I do! This is my crazy bazaar life, WELCOME!

Lickable Idols. . .

I've been meaning to write about this since it is a pretty much taboo subject at home, but American Idol watchers, HOLLA! I've been watching since day one and here is my opinion:

Taylor: "The grey boy can sing, but hello, would it hurt you to learn a dance move or two so it doesn't look like you're having a seizure every single week!?"

Chris: "I used to feel you, but you try too hard to be sexy by doing to raspy pre-orgasm sex voice. Yuck! I am way over you!"

Katharine: "I think you are beautiful and have a beautiful voice, but I wonder if there is a closet bitch behind all that sweetness?"

Paris: "Girl, you can sing! But I feel like your time is just about up! We can't tell who the 'real you' is."

Kellie: "I thought you were adorable at the beginning, but you are way too dumb now. Your naivete was cute at first, but you are selling out. It's about your dignity Kellie, your dignity!"

Elliot: "You are my new hero! I think you have the best voice, hands-down. If only you had the face of my Ace."

Ace: "No one can deny that you are delicious. Can I just get one little lick? You got so cheesy though with the whole scar showing business that I could hardly stand to watch you. Notice I said hardly. You had your time on AI now hopefully we'll continue to see you...naked, mmmmmmmm, have you thought about a future in porn?...."

Behold the Belly!

Here it is you guys! The belly at just over 18 weeks. It is amazing how fast it grows the second time around. With Mason I think I was just starting to barely show with a tiny lower belly pooch. This time, I'm showing, wouldn't you say?

Easter = exhausting

I began the Easter weekend scouring my house. I mean scouring! The floors were scrubbed, the wood was finger print free and dust was non-existent. I started my cleaning frenzy on Thursday for in-laws that would start coming on Friday.

Pedro's brother and wife had planned on coming and staying at a hotel so we all could swim and catch-up. No pressure. Then Pedro's parents decided that they wanted to come on Saturday. Pressure! The thing is when they come, the come! and stay and stay and stay. This Saturday was no different. They were coming at 11am which allowed me to get up at a reasonable hour and start preparing our lunch which was going to be fajitas. Well, 8:30 we get a call saying they were going to come earlier. As in 10am. Nice! Well, guess who rolled in our driveway at 9:50am? Yup, you guessed it. They day was fine, but long! Way too long! They finally left after 6pm. That's a damn long day for a pregnant lady, no? Sheesh!

Sunday we went to my parents house for Mason to have an egg hunt. It was cold out but we took some cute pictures(I left my camera at my parent's house so I'll post them later). We were only there a few hours and then came home. I was still exhausted from the three days earlier.

So today, my goal was to do nothing except a couple of loads of laundry. Well, that would be way too easy wouldn't it? Yup, sure would. Our main pipe clogged and I had to have Roto-Rooter come on over. It was a big smelly party, you should have come! Now, $95.00 later, I can finish my laundry and lay my big butt on the couch.

AA for Preggo's

Tuesday I woke up and remembered my dream during the night vividly. And, no it wasn't one of those. It was so strange though that I can't stop trying to diagnose it. So maybe you can help me...

I was in a drinking contest where I had to slam 6 drinks. I was drinking all different types of drinks and beer. So, guess who won... that's right, I won without even a challenge.

As soon as I woke up, I told Pedro about it, then I realized I had a wicked headache. No, it was a hang-over. I had a hang-over from my dream!

So go to it! Analyze my dream. The only thing I can put together is that I had the headache first, then my mind made up the dream to go with the headache? Otherwise, I may need to find some support for drinking sleep walkers. . .

I'm Gonna Catch You!

First of all, yesterday I went to a La Leche League Meeting. Only one kid had Pink Eye! Yes that's right. This strange hillbilly of a woman was talking about how she had been at the Dr's office the day before because her oldest son had pink eye. . . SWEET! Maybe if I was lucky he touched something that I touched before I was trying to get an eyelash out of my eye. Seriously, who is that stupid? Isn't that one of the most contagious things out there? Geeze!!

On a happier note, I bought Mason something that is virtually priceless. If you are a Mom of a toddler, you've got to get the Laurie Berkner Band. It is advertised on TV, and truly is just a band for kids. Mason is in love. He spins around and tries to keep up with the arm movements they do. The best part about it is that it's OK music. I really haven't had to run into the kitchen yet looking for the nearest fork to poke into my eyes. I have in fact found myself singing along to those catchy little songs.
"I'm gonna catch you, you better run."
"I'm gonna catch you, here I come."
They advertised it on TV for 19.99 plus 4.95 for shipping. Well, I am way too thrifty for that! I found it at Overstock for 12.05 and 1.40 for shipping...SOLD. I ordered it last Friday and it arrived on Monday. It has been played numerous times since then along with the CD that came free with it. Check it out. It has been a very well spent $14.00.

Baby, Baby...I can't stand Amy Grant.

I don't know what has come over me...I am bored with blogging. Sorry! It's nothing personal, I think every now and then I run out of things to write about. But this time, I do have things to talk about, I just don't. I am lazy these days, that is what it boils down to.

I know I mentioned having my 16 week OB appointment this past week, but what I didn't mention is that my Ultra-Sound is scheduled for May 1st! Do you hear me? May 1st I find out if the beebster is a little Dora or Diego (don't fret those are not the names we've chosen,I promise)! I know that finding out the sex of the baby is always a hot topic, to find out or not to find out. We went around and around deciding whether to find out with Mason, and came to this agreement:

"Having a baby come out of your vagina and become part of your family is a big enough surprise. It is a huge change in your life, so why not be as prepared as possible?"

So, we found out and have never regretted our decision. This time we plan on doing the same. So my next question...Any feelings as to what I am having? Of course a healthy baby is what we truly want, but a girl would be wonderful to round out the family. My friend Jill and I had a discussion the other day about a man having a daughter. I really believe that having a daughter does something to a man that cannot be done any other way. I feel like a daughter softens a man and exposes a part of him that otherwise would not be exposed. Just my theory remember, but it makes sense, doesn't it?

The count down is on! I will let you all know the sex but the name...forgetaboutit! We are selfish that way. For that important piece of info, you'll have to read somewhere around the 18th of September!

Blah, blah and more blah!

I am over my last post evaporating into the giant world wide web, so now I'd like to move on.

Pedro left for Albuquerque, NM yesterday. Mason and I took him to the airport and Mason was thrilled that we were going back to Mexico...poor kid. He was so let down watching his dad enter the security gates without him. I guess that just means we'll have to plan another trip a-sap, right?

I hate how Pedro can drive me crazy for a week straight, then once he is gone I miss him like crazy. Why does that happen? He is only gone for three nights, but it seems like forever!

Today I had my 16 week OB appointment. I had to go alone since Pedro is gone, and the very brave Ms. Mamma offered to watch my "little tornado". I hope she wasn't just being nice, but she said the boys were good!? After that we went to the park to let the two long hairs run like wild boys, then to feed them healthy grub at McD's. I hope neither of them will wake up in a couple of days barking like dogs since the vast majority of the kids playing in the playland seem to have the croup! Mason was cashed after his busy morning and took a nice 2 hour nap when we got home.

Tonight we watched American Idol and ate White Chocolate Macadamia Nut cookies. I wonderful way to top off my day off healthy eating! Goodnight internet, goodnight Pedro, goodnight thighs and ass!