Are you ready???

So tomorrow is Halloween, and I SO do not have my costume stuff together. Well, at least for one of my costumes anyway. Our office is going to be a deck of cards, and I'm the Queen of Diamonds. I'm supposed to come up with some fake 'diamondy' things, and instead of planning ahead and getting this junk weeks ago, I'm struggling the evening before. Such typical Meggie activities. Then, after I get home from work, the little man is going as the World's Cutest Lobster, (and yours truly is accompanying him as a Chef). That costume is completely done--and it's cute! I wouldn't mind being a chef if I got to wear that all day. I would have to be the 'in-charge' chef though--I don't want to mess with all that weird food, like liver and artichoke hearts. And we all know that I can't handle touching raw chicken--all that would probably inhibit my 'chef-ing' abilities I would think.


Speaking of Halloween costumes, and I'm only gonna preach this sermon once ya'll--I find it hideous and disgusting what some people (girls in particular-especially if they have kids) think flies as a 'costume'. Heck, some of the "outfits" I've seen barely even register as 'clothing'. You might as well just go butt naked and hang a poster around your neck saying, "I have low self esteem and no self worth, and so this is what I do to get attention. Hey-have you looked at my boobs yet?" Give me a break! I love the Girls-Next-Door as much as anyone, and find their shows to be disturbingly entertaining, however, I would not dress like one. My goodness! Does it make you feel good about yourself to have your boobs ready to pop out of your top and your belly hanging over your waistband? Is that sexy? Am I missing something? And if you have children, which so many of these poorly dressed, lame excuses for females are? For gosh sakes, YOU ARE RAISING A CHILD. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXAMPLE. The only example you are setting is how NOT to behave, dress, and act. And then to take pictures of it all, and display it like you are proud of yourself! I hope for these women's sake, that they burn those pictures before their child gets a chance to see them.


***Stepping off soapbox*****


Ahhh, now that I've got that off my chest, (which happens to be completely covered in clothing--it's my pink cushy robe again if you must know), I am going to read my book, write out some bills, check in on my little seafood sweetie, and hit the hay. (I really hope he doesn't throw a fit when I try to lobster-ize him. I'm so pumped for this costume!!) I will of course attempt to check back in tomorrow evening with pictures of the fun!

Anyone for antelope steak?

The great hunter is home----and with some dead animals too! Yay!

God Bless the inventor of the Coat Hanger....

So, my nine 1/2 month old darling, precious baby boy decides to lock me out of the bathroom this morning. And he decided to do it while I was naked, frustrated, and 20 minutes late for work. Fun times! It's all my fault of course--but still, it's just the idea! The bebe' woke up around 2am and so instead of going to all the 'trouble' of walking/bouncing/rocking until I'm sure he's asleep and then returning him to his crib, I just put him in bed with me with his paci. He's out like a light. I know--I'm lazy. Well, since its so dark outside in the mornings, he doesn't want to wake up as early as he used to, and so I don't want to wake up as early as I used to. (Yes, yes, again with the laziness--at least I'm admitting I have a problem!!) I drag myself out of bed this morning around 6:30, knowing I have to take a shower, get ready, gather the various items that have to tag-a-long with the bebe' to his Granny's house, and get out the door by 7am. An impossible feat you ask? Nope! We do it almost every day. However, this morning after I get the little one settled in his walker in the bathroom and start the shower, I realize that I forgot to get a towel. So, I jaunt out to the linen closet to get one. At precisely the instant that I clear the threshold of the bathroom, I hear the door slam shut, and the bebe' start throwing open the cabinets and drawers. (That's his new favorite thing--we have GOT to get some of those darn cabinet locks for the bathroom!) I of course jerk around and try to open the door. It opens a fraction of an inch, hits the open drawer and stops. My heart begins to beat faster, and I started to get that tummy-dropping-shaky-hot-face feeling that you get when you know you are completely screwed. I began to frantically slam the door into the cabinets and call to the muffin. (I could hear him laughing behind the door, the little punk....) He thought it was all a grand game. Isn't that Mommy a hoot?? All the while, I'm thinking, "This could be real trouble here....should I call the fire department?" And, "Darn the baby daddy! This is all his fault! Leaving me here to get locked out of my own bathroom so he can go slaughter some poor defenseless, doe-eyed creature! Darn him!" I run to the closet and grab a wire coat hanger, which I twist around until I can get it through the door and grab onto the drawer. The first time, it slipped off the handle. The second time--jackpot!! I begin to slowly make progress.....it's almost there.....and SLAM! **Giggles behind the door*** I seriously start contmplating who would be least embarrasing person to call. I hear the drawer slam shut, and the bebe' toddling in the other direction in his walker. Needless to say, my heart didn't slow down for a while......

Ace Of Base - All That She Wants

For old times sake....

I saw the sign!!!!!!!!!!

I am pumped!! I remember saving my allowance to buy their tape!!! OOoooh, now I'm gonna be singing Ace of Bass songs all day!!!! Whoo-hoo!!! God bless the early 90's!!!!

Grossed out

All right--if you don't want to feel the urge to toss your cookies, do NOT go to msn.com and read the featured report on "The Twelve Germ-iest Places". And don't continue reading. Oh my gosh. I've heard of course that the bottom of purses and diaper bags can get really yucky, and of course the handles of shopping carts, but do you really need to tell me how many millions of germs are on those things? And I heard some new ones too--the kitchen sink, (the drain, basin and faucet) and a wet load of laundry. This study found that there were more germs, (including that new antibiotic-resistant staph, and e. coli) in a load of wet underwear than in a public bathroom. You are supposed to run your whites through the was at least 150 degrees, (how are you supposed to check it?) and wash your hands thoroughly immidiately after transferring them over to the dryer. It makes me want to go take a scalding shower. Ugh.

Work was pretty calm today, which is such a wonderful thing after being so completely crazy for so long. We still have some staffing issues, which will hopefully be resovlved soon. We are so close to having the perfect team! Our office is like those Visa Check Card commercials--we run like a well-oiled machine, but throw one weirdo in there, and it knocks us all out of whack. Today we discussed our Halloween costumes--I'm pumped! I love dressing up every year. Speaking of costumes, I found some red bottoms for the Bebe's costume, and found a top tonight, but I'm not sure if it will work. I'm actually quite proud of myself for getting all of this together so far. I'm usually a last-minute person--working on stuff the day before I need it. It's nice not to feel so panicked! :)

He is snoozin' away--last night we had such a hard time. I had to work late, and so my babysitter, (aka Mother-in-Law) gave him a bath to help out. The only problem is, his bedtime routine every evening is dinner, bath, sippy cup, bed. When she gave him his bath at 5pm, he thought it was bedtime! So he sleeps from around 6 to 7:30. Not good. I get him down relatively easy once we got home around 8pm, but then he started waking up every half-hour or so. Then, at 11pm, he was UP. And i mean the miserable, rolling around, rubbing eyes kind of up. It was not pretty. I finally just laid him down in my bed and let him wallow around until he zonked sometime after midnight. Needless to say, I was a bit exhausted today. Hopefully we will have a better night tonight. So far, so good...

We went to Big Lots with bff AS and her crew this evening--what fun! My fave lil' diva was a blast!!! She was all over the place--I can't wait until the bebe' is big enough to play with her. I have a feeling she is going to be very maternal.... :) PS--I LOVE BIG LOTS. How is it that they can have the same products as places like Wal-Mart and Target, but charge way less?? Yay Big Lots!!!

I just realized that I haven't posted any videos of the bebe' for three weeks!!! What have I been doing?! Actually, I did have the intention of capturing him saying Ma-Ma, but I think my camera may have made a trip to Wyoming with the Great White Hunter. What a doodie-head. It's like having a little sister who takes all your cool stuff without asking. He wants my camera, he wants my iPod, he wants my 3 inch Ann Klein heels....geez!!! (Just kidding about the heels--although they are smashing, he hasn't yet stolen them. Making sure you're still with me.) I'm going to give him a stern dressing-down when he calls in tonight.

OMG--The Hills are scripted! **GASP**

Saw this on Perez today and thought it was pretty funny. Of course we all know that I looooove The Hills Gang--but somewhere in my deep, dark subconscious, (the same place where I know that the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause aren't really in my house on their respective holidays), I know that The Hills is most likely not true reality. :( Look at her nails in the following screen shots from Monday night's episode....

BEFORE: This is when LC is on her date with the model

AND AFTER: This is supposedly "minutes" after leaving the date with the model--she walks in the door and calls Brody. Her nails are different!
Of course, the inner child in me, who wants to believe in everything, thinks that she could have just taken off her nail polish super fast as soon as she got home... :) What do you think?

Let's try this again

So, I actually had a post that I had written last night--but, somehow, my genius self deleted it, and so I said forget it and went to bed.

I drove home to Mom's this weekend since my hunter hubby decided to go tooling around the Wyoming woods in search of antelope. Is it terrible that I thought the antelope was an African animal? I'm such a pathetic excuse for a hunter's wife. I don't cook the meat, (heck, I don't even allow it in my house--it stinks!), I don't wear camo, I don't let him hang dead, stuffed little noggins in the house; and I REFUSE to sit out in some godforsaken wilderness and let my buttcheeks go numb on a metal seat stuck up in some crooked, shaky tree. No thanks. Not for me. (On an interesting side note--I am a mean shot with my bow. That's one thing the Baby Daddy did get me hooked on.)

We had a really fun weekend. My nephew was in, so he and the Muffin got to hang out and 'play' together. It was pretty sweet. My nephew kept wanting to get in the play-yard with the bebe'. They both behaved beautifully the whole weekend, and we were pretty much exhausted when we got home.

The little one started saying "Da-da", which was pretty ironic, considering the afore-mentioned absence of the Baby Daddy. He's going to be pretty upset when he hears about that. And all for some poor little four-legged target. (I did go to a Family Reunion while I was home, and one of my cousins from out west said that antelope are worse on the roads in Wyoming than deer are on the roads here--so, I'm not thinking that they chose a very challenging target...) As long as it gets there testosterone raging I guess...


I'm getting excited about the Muffin's first Halloween. He's going to be a lobster! And I'm going to dress up like a chef--we are just going to be the cutest things! I have to find him some red footie pajama pants and a red shirt to go on under his costume, which is proving to be a more challenging task than I bargained for. I'm thinking about just getting some red tights and not telling Baby Daddy. He would never know anyhow!


The Muffin is getting so big--he's learning all kinds of new things, which is so fun, but also sad in a way. He's so close to walking, and really starting to imitate more things, like sticking out his tongue and playing peek-a-boo. But my favorite thing by far, is him 'hugging' me as he goes to sleep. He wraps both arms around me, and it almost makes me an incoherant mess every time! There is nothing better than a sweet-smelling baby all nuzzled up against you. It is the most peaceful I've ever felt in my life.


And now, as I am running out of interesting and/or thought-provoking items to discuss, (and YES, the other items I have discussed were both interesting and thought-provoking...at least to me anyway...), I am going to eat a bowl of Cheerios and read--Until The Hills comes on anyway.


H--I promise, I'm going to take a look at this Facebook and see if I can make any sense of it! :)

Been a while...

So, we made it back safely from NYC--and boy, can I just say it's good to be home!!! (And I SO mean that). The hubby and I had a good time, although we had to tough it out through a nasty cold--I had it the first few days, then I passed it off to Baby Daddy who suffered through the last half of the trip. Ugh. We still managed to walk our legs off, (I came home with some CRAZY blisters), and we saw and did everything we wanted except for walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. All things considered, we did really stinkin' good! We made appearances at the usual tourist 'hot-spots', and became old pro's at using the subway, which was actually kind of fun!

Meanwhile, back on the ranch, the muffin was keeping his Granny and Papaw on their toes. He did really well thankfully, with none of those alarming incidents that usually only happen when you are away from them. I was so glad to see him when we got back! Of course, he was asleep, and he got really mad when we woke him up and started screaming...but hey, it's the point. I didn't care what he was doing, as long as I was with him.

It's been good to get back into a routine--even good to be back at work! We just had the bebe's 9 month check-up this week--(he's in the 97th percentile for height, and the 90th percentile for weight; "a perfect ratio" says the doctor, not to be bragging mind you...). Our pediatrition gave us the go-ahead to start whole milk in his sippy. She said our 'assignment' was to have him completely weaned from his bottle by the time she saw us again in three months for his one year visit. We went over the whole, "it's a gradual process" thing, and were reminded "not to get discouraged" and "it may take a while". The next day, he went ALL DAY without a bottle. Nothing but milk in his sippy. And he acted like it was no biggie. (Apparently my husband misunderstood "gradual decrease", and told his mother "no more bottles" when he dropped the bebe' off for the day. I called the Pediatrician today to make sure this was okay, and she told me to thank my lucky stars. So I am. :) Oh--and as a sidenote, he figured out how to clap yesterday. He is now a patty-caking madman.

She is SSSOOOOooooo knocked up!

Kay, so I don't care what she says--she so has a baby bump!!

I love 'Pushing Daisies"!

I leave a week from today for NYC. I am so nervous to be away from the bebe' for such a long time! The hubby and I are in a bit of a tiff because he wants to drop the muffin off the night before we leave, due to us having to head out really early in the morning for the airport. I, of course, do not want to spend one more night away from him than I have to, so I'm pulling for just dragging him, (and the in-laws), out of bed early Wednesday morning, so I can have more time with him! I have so much to do in between now and then--I'm so anal about organization! I have compiled all our travel documents/agendas/maps into a delightful, brightly hued, organized-by-color-coded-tabs three-ring binder. The hubby was like, "You're not really planning on lugging that thing around are you??" And I was, until my street-saavy cousin, who lived in NYC for 5 years or so, kept emphasizing to NOT look like a tourist.... I guess my delightfully colored, tabbed, three-ring binder might make me stand out a bit. **Sigh** Oh well. I'll just have to buy a smaller binder... :)
Big news in the land of Baby C--first of all, (but definately not the most important), he got ANOTHER tooth today! This makes eight!! The kid has a crazy grill--most kids his age are lucky to have 1 or 2 teeth. He has a whole mouthful, and he brushes them himself! We went to the Wal-Mart, and he picked out his very own "Dora" toothbrush, which he loves to use. We brush in the mornings and in the evenings before bed. He gets so excited when we go into the bathroom and he sees me opening up the drawer...I'll ask him if he wants to brush his teeth, and he goes nuts!! Needless to say, I have a hard time prying Dora out of his little paws. And now, for the big announcement.......

HE SAID MA-MA! It happened at the in-laws' house today, before I got home from work. They reported that he said 'ma-ma' clear as a bell, three different times!! He did it once more this evening, and you could definately tell what he was saying, but I'm not sure if he really understands it yet. Although, if you ask him, "Where is Mama?", or "Where is Daddy?", he will look at the correct one of us, so I'm not sure. He didn't seem to be addressing me when he said it tonight, but then again, he was in the tub and working on prying the beak off of his rubber duckie....

And on the war front--things have calmed down greatly in the office. I'm feeling much better about the whole thing. We have a new addition to the staff, and upon my word, I have SWORN to give her a chance. I have already formed an opinion, of course, but I will not divulge here. Goodness knows who is reading this, and will run back and tattle. And YES, I do have those type of people in my company. And if you, and YOU know exactly who you are--actually it could be more than one of you, you all pretty much posess the same caliber, or lack of, character-- feel free to tattle on someone else. It's a shame that's all you have time for, but then, it's to be expected. Goodness knows you can't do your job! And by the way, if you think I don't like you, YOU ARE ABSOULUTELY CORRECT. Here's your gold star. Ugh.

Kay, back to my sunshiny self--I saw a great TV show tonight! (And it was NOT Private Practice, which I wasted another hour of my life on...). "Pushing Daisies" was perfectly scrumptious!! I loooooved it. It completely reminds me of the movie "Big Fish", which I also love. If you missed it, you should plan to catch it next week--Wednesdays at 8pm on ABC!!! (That's ITV1 for those of you in Canada.) :)

She finally lost them....

The White Trash Queen has finally done it--She was ordered to relinquish custody of her two sons today at noon.
Wow--that was pretty much anti-climactic. Kind of like the day after Christmas. (By the way, with only 85 days until Christmas 2007, my BFF and cubie-mate at work have been jammin' out to various Christmas favorites today). :)