Sorry R*chael Ray!

But I think I'm going to have to finally turn your show off. Does her voice grate on anyone else's nerves like nails on a chalkboard?? I love her- I think she has the same passion for neglected and abused animals as I do, she gives more than most to various charities without advertising it, and last but not least- her recipes rock! But, what's with her voice! I know she cannot help it, so therefore this post is completely mean and obnoxious, but I just can't listen to it anymore! Once in a while it's cute to hear someone speaking with that rough and raspy tone, but not everyday. I watched one episode where she literally had no voice at all. Poor Jennifer Garner just sat there reading her lips and interviewing herself. I felt humiliated for her.

It's time to turn the TV off anyway. God knows I have better things to do. Like blog.

Wanted: 8 Legged Freak

Well crap. I was just upstairs doing some cleaning, figured it had been a few weeks since I did anything up there with being on vacation n' all, and what do I come across. A spider. Spiders and I don't mix, and this time of year, they basically take up residence in our home until April. How do they get in? Where do they come from? This wouldn't be such a big deal if the damn thing wasn't in our bedroom somewhere as we speak. I was in my cleaning frenzy, trying to get a few things done during B-Lo's nap, when I picked up a picture frame to dust and felt something....tickly....on my hand. I immediately thought, picture frames don't tickle. *high pitched "eeeewwwww" scream* There went the frame, flying through the air onto the bed, along with the spider. I was able to wap at it a couple of times with my dust cloth, but the little bastard rolled up into a ball during my last swing and now I can't find it. It's disappeared. I stripped our bed which really sucks, because I just changed all the sheets the other day. Didn't find it. Cleaned under the bed, the dressers, and nightstand, not there. And to me, the only thing worse than a spider, is a fugitive spider. I just know that I'll find it when I crawl into bed tonight. It'll be on the ceiling, directly over my head, just dangling. It will dangle and taunt me until I give up and sleep on the couch, because I'm too scared to kill it. I can give birth, but I can't kill a spider. Pathetic is my middle name.

Damn it anyway. I hate spiders.

Pet Peeve of the Day

I don't like anonymous comment-ers. Even when they try to leave nice comments. Why do they bug me so much? If you're anonymous, don't leave me a comment, I will not publish it, even if you do say my kid has precious cheeks and eyes. I guess I don't like the idea of someone being able to judge my thoughts, opinions, and heck- the looks of my child, yet, I cannot judge the anonymous users. It's just not fair.

So there. My gripe of the day. Anonymous people. You annoy me.

I Choose...

Sure was rough in Florida...

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N

It's a beautiful word, isn't it? Saturday cannot come soon enough for this lil' lady, and apparently for a few others as well. I took B-Lo up to Target this afternoon....need a few things for V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N, plus well, I just wanted to get out of the damn house. Teethy, whiney baby made this house feel very small and stuffy and small again, so we set out for some shopping to ease the tension. As we were walking through Target, lovely, lovely Target where I can actually get an adorable t-shirt for under $10, we overheard several conversations of people getting ready for vacation. "Mom, you have to take me to the MALL, I cannot and will not go to the beach in a bikini that I got from HERE...." and then there was,"Harold, you can't wear that in Florida, you'll roast to death..." and lastly,"Dad! Dad! Can I get this for the plane?! But it's a FAKE gun! PLEASE???" I guess it's that time of year. Can't wait till Brendan talks! Oh the fun we'll have!

Anyway, I don't have much time to post, I just wanted to say peace out to you all, as I probably won't be checking in much. However I'll be sure to post photos of me in my adorable $6.08 t-shirt on the beach, next to the 12 year old in the $150 bikini from the MALL.

I leave you with my precious, innocent, child who doesn't know the difference between Target and Abercrombie just yet. Thank GOD.

My Condolences

I've just heard some sad news. My friend Kristen, from high school, lost her mother to cancer last month. I haven't seen or spoken to Kristen in years, but still fondly remember the bond they shared. I am sure she is hurting deeply and I wish I was there to give her a big hug. My heart goes out to her and her family. There are no guarantees in life, and it's unfortunate that it takes tragedies such as this to make us remember that. Goodbye Mrs. T. These are for you.