And I'm back....and more fabulous than eva babies.
Speaking of babies----Wingy always reminds me I'm knocked up. It's so freaking weird----I don't think I look all that pregnant really. I mean, I just look like I had a Thanksgiving meal or something. Since I have one under my belt (haha) I know that I don't start showing (aka looking like I ate a watermelon without chewing) until right at the end. I'm due at Christmas btw, so until probably Thanksgiving no one will really notice anything. Heck, even I don't. Other than the pixie kicking the crap out of me, I forget. Ewww. You know how chicks go on and on about how cool it is to see the baby move and crap? Ok...I'm not one of those chicks. It freaks me out. I picture that scene from Aliens where that thing pops out of the dude's abdomen. It moves--like I can physically see her moving in there and every once in a blue moon you can almost make out a footprint on my stomach. So.Freaking.Gross. lol. I know---I should be more "Miracle of Life" about it, but I'm me and I'm weird.
To My Sister-Wife (aka Therealmrswhit-she wishes): Get on that coaster set. And I want the toaster sweater as well. I just ordered christmas for the kid from abc distributing, which sells crap for cheap, and totally thought of you lol. And why the FREAK do you have to rub it in my face that you can get sloshed and I can't? So.Freaking.Not.Fair. I swear, I have a "Must Do" list after this kid pops and the number 1 (besides see my toes again) is "get tanked". Real mature. And yes---vampire diaries is one of those really really guilty pleasures. I sneakily watch it without anyone knowing and that Damien? *faints*
Janny can appreciate: That I was all being a fashion plate yesterday. I bought some clothing because I had coupons (dude---don't send me a $15 off a $15 dollar purchase if you don't want me to find the ONE item that is 15.87 with tax) and I went into Hot Topic and Torrid (chunky girls Hot Topic---everything that HT has but bigger) and both had the Bella green jacket and Bella's green bday dress. I tried on the jacket. Um, the jacket is sort of lame. I mean---it's $88 bucks, mostly for that label in the back that says "As Worn By Bella Swan". It's got a hoodie and that's cool, but seriously---$88 bucks for an ill fitting and boring color green jacket is a bit much. I'm sure you guys could rock it and all, but me? I need pizzazz or something. I didn't go near the dress----it looks way too formal and too church-y for me to even go there. I ended up getting some plum colored tunic on clearance instead. I'm no Janny with the Peacock outfit, but it will have to do for corporate america.
Becs is like 17 today, so everyone wish her a happy birthday. Oh to be so young...Wonder what James got her (my dirty mind can only conjure up things involving whips, handcuffs and brie for some reason....it's the sexy cheese)
I'm in a swell mood: actually, pretty freaking amazing today thanks to the hubs. He found some lame marvel action figures at Walmart and spent his whole monthly allowance to buy all in the series (I'm winging it here because I don't understand much about his toys)---so anyways, he spends 100 bucks on toys, and I'm about to really get all livid, but he posts the whole set on ebay and some dude pays 410 for them.
My husband: the brain. So we went to dinner last night and took the kid to the mall to ride trains. Yuppie.
Seems like all I read lately is fanfic. Hmmm. New recs:
Atlas Shrugged---it's rated T, but complete and freaking angsty awesomeness.
A Rough Start---One of the best Dadward stories anywhere.
Should be reading:
Clipped Wings and Inked Armor---um yeah. Lemons, lime and every citrus available in this.
Medication---very darksper. Ed and Bella are there, but Jasper owns this.
High Anxiety---It just got VERY VERY good.
About to read:
The Best Man
Ithaca is Gorges
Shadows (jasperella alert)
I'll let you know what turns up.
Going to see Zombieland finally this weeked. So freaking happy about that. Yes, I see a lot of movies here lately because honestly, there's not much else to do. I know it's Dallas and all, but if you ain't up on the nightlife (no preggos are apparently allowed or something) then you see a movie.
Next week (10/15---Hallmark's Holiday, the Sweetest Day) marks four years of not killing the man I call my husband. Yep---four blissfill years since I said "yep. I suppose I do".
Hope everyone's Tuesday is as freakawesome as Jake's six pack.