Just Can't do it Captain....

I just couldn't do it today....Just couldn't do it...I could not bring myself to put work appropriate under garments on today...instead, I have a lovely VPL and granny panties on...
What can I say....some days I just can't wear dental floss....

Girl Bonding

I don't know what it is, but there is just a rush I get when I know I have a little girl bonding time with one of my girlfriends. Grant you, it might be because girl bonding for me usually means shopping. But mainly I just have a great group of girlfriends. Not one of them is the same. Take for example tonight, I am going to hang with my friend Alison. She and I are on the same wave length about most things and get a good laugh from each other on our day to day antics... For example the last time I was chatting with her on my cell phone and I panicked as I was going into the mall and said to her, "Alison, I cannot find my cell phone!"

I like to think she was laughing with me and not at me.

I mean, this was the same girlfriend that asked me to show her how to use the toilet guards in the bathroom and called me at 5:20AM to tell me she had misplaced her car in the a/p parking lot and what should she do?

Girlfriends are just the best, I love my hubby to the ends of the earth...but there is just something about your girlfriends....

The Stache Continues

My husband's damn stache continues to haunt me. I don't know if he is continuing to grow it in spite of me, or to drive me crazy. I have been trying to figure ways to shave it while he sleeps, but I am concerned that he will move suddenly and I will cut his lip off. I have inquired about a rufie (sp), but it seems no one I know, knows where to obtain one of these.

I have stopped complaining about it though, because the hubby lovingly informed me that every time I complain about it, it adds to more days to him keeping it. He also added that at this point we are up to 3 months of the stache. While I don't think it's fair to hold me to rules I was completely unaware of, I am not going to say a word. However, I did mention he could give me the best birthday gift in the world and shave it for my b-day that is coming up.

I am not holding my breath.....

Baby Momma Drama

I recently went to a friend of mine's baby shower. I normally loathe baby showers as I honestly have very little interest in them. I have no children and I honestly don't find anything interesting about miniature clothes, burp clothes, and pack-n-plays. And don't even get me started on the games. I do not enjoy eating baby food blindfolded by a complete stranger, sometimes I accidentally say baby a lot more than I thought, and the melted candy bar in the diaper, what sick ass individual thought up that game, Satan perhaps.

Ahh...but I digress....

So this baby shower was perhaps the best one I have ever attended. Number one, I was 30 minutes late (but my nails looked fabulous!) and I missed a lot of the baby and birthing talk. And as I walked in, they were serving the food, score again! And we just settled down to play the one game of the day...the Baby Momma Game. This game consisted of a sheet of paper with about 10 baby names on it with a one bonus question. The baby names all belonged to a celebrity mother and of course, the purpose was to name the celebrity mother to the baby. FINALLY, a game I can get on board with and kick ass. Not only did I list every celebrity mother, I was also able to name the usually more obscure father, hence Cash Warren. And I got the bonus right, I was able to name all of Angie and Brad's pack.

Watch out bitches! I might just start coming to random showers if these are the new wave of baby shower games.
And as an added bonus...the prize handed out was a candle named, "butt naked." I simply loved the name. I went home very satisfied.

Fishing

My dear sweet husband, you know the one, currently working from home on finding work, was so excited to tell me the other day that he was going to go and learn how to be a fishing instructor.
To be honest, my reaction wasn't the best, but please, this came out of left field. I looked at him like he was crazy and asked, "why?" He basically said it was something different to do other than sit in front of a computer and look for jobs. Plus it was free. At that I was game, if it was free, he could do it.
So my husband went with 10 other folks who mainly work for Ohio Department of Wildlife, etc and learned (is that a word?) how to teach children to fish. I am not sure that this will really pump up his resume or ability to "land," jobs...but he did get a free rod and reel out of the deal...so that is pretty cool.

I am Married to Mr. Mom

For those of who don't know, currently my husband is working from home. And by working from home, I mean looking for work from home. That is right, like half of America, my husband has been laid of his job. I think it has been about three weeks now he has been home and I have a sinking feeling that I might be married to Mr. Mom (think Michael Keaton from the 80's flick.) First of all, the facial hair. The facial hair that drives me bonkers. My husband is usually a very handsome, clean shaven man, but since he does not have to go to "work," everyday, he is letting his mustache grow out. Grrr... Then there is the fact that last night he told me I was going to have to give up my woobie. Woobie being the 3rd pillow I had been using during my bronchitis nights to keep myself propped up. And finally, when I arrived home from work today, I found him decked out in a coordinating grey sweatsuit. I HATE sweats, to me they are like one step away from giving up on life completely. And my wonderful husband had a coordinating sweat outfit on...
If I come home tomorrow and he is playing poker with the neighbor ladies for coupons...I am in BIG trouble.

Bagels vs Staches....

2009 has been a rough year so far for me, health wise. I started back to work with what I thought was a cold and it turned out to be bronchitis. Bronchitis that gave me an amazing smoker's voice and a raspy-ass cough for weeks. No sooner did I get over that, but I got some God-awful stomach virus that threatened to defeat me. I am not joking, I was out of commission for a nice week with this crap(figuratively and literally). During this time, my loving husband was AMAZING! He would take care of me, get me drinks, get me tissues, provide me with chick flicks and watch them with me, etc. However, during my stomach virus, I asked him if he minded getting me a bagel from Panera, which would require him to get dressed, leave our warm home, go out into the cold, and drive to Panera...well, you get the picture. He lovingly looks at me (and I look like a complete mess by the way,) and says, "anything for you." OMG! How sweet was that? I wanted to cry...and I am not an emotional person. But then I began to think??? Anything for me? How about shaving that RIDICULOUS mustache thing you have been growing that I absolutely despise, that I have been begging you to shave. Nope...I can have a bagel. I see where I stand.