The Lily Pad

One day last week I had been fighting a nasty migraine that was trying to creep in and take over my life.  As I am wont to do in this situation, I took my little "cocktail" of tylenol and a simply sleep.  It's just the right balance of pain relief and sleep assistance without taking something "harder".  This particular night I passed out soundly and a few (several?) hours later I woke up because I was trying to roll over but my arm wouldn't move!  I didn't know what time it was because I didn't have on my glasses and I couldn't get them because I couldn't move my arm!  I panicked.  I poked at my arm and couldn't feel anything.  I started to get really scared and then I noticed that there was a dark blob where my arm felt like it was supposed to be!  OHMYGOSH!  I've been bitten by a spider and now my arm has swollen to 5 times it's size and already started to rot off!  This is gross!   I'd poke Chris to wake him but what if...

Jirp Jirp the snowman was built on Christmas Morn. With bottlecap eyes and an 80's cap and two arms made out of sticks. Jirp Jirp the snowman was not his first name but Madelyn knew that Idiot just didn't feel the same.    There must have been some magic in that 80's hat that day  cause he didn't melt as fast as he should and didn't go away. O' Jirp Jirp the snowman was as short as he could be then he melted away and Madelyn cried all day. Thumpity Thump Thump Thumpity Thump Thump Look at Jirp Jirp Go. **Yeah, I'm a little late for Christmas carols, but I couldn't resist sharing this masterpiece with you.  Plus show you M's lovely snowman.

In my quest to leave my frump at the dump, I've been trying to become more active and in doing so, I bought a wii fit.  I love games, I'm competitive and I can do it braless in my pajamas if I so desire.  I was pretty excited that while wii thinks I need to weigh less than I've ever weighed in my adult life, that it calculated my "wii fit age" at 32.  I was expecting 50 or something.  One feature is that you tell it your height and it weighs you and your little person resembles their interpretation of your body shape.  This is OK as long as  you are the only one on the screen. Once my brother and sister in law made their profiles and put in their heights that are taller than me, it made their "miis".  I guess since I was first I got the middle spot, so now whenever I turn on the wii fit, I'm standing between two tall skinny miis and I suddenly look like an oompa loompa. Thanks wii, for making feel like a short fat orange guy with bad pants.

You just have to love Marine wives. We do our best to make our Marine feel loved and welcome him home the best way we know how with signs and looking fabulous. There are a few signs on the fence by the back gate and well...a few of them should have stayed home. Here are a few examples of real signs: 1. Welcome Home Sexxxy Smoker! I just don't get this one at all. Alot of Marines smoke...and it definitely isn't xxx rated sexy. 2. LCpl whatshisname is my sexy hunk. Thanks for letting us know. 3. Feliz Cumpleanos! Welcome Home! (I think they are confused as to what they are celebrating?) 4. Welcome home Mia More. More what? 5. emocleW Home. (OK, so I'm pretty sure a kid had something to do with this one so it's not that bad, but 'welcome' is totally spelled backwards and nothing else is.) Oh and all of these signs have been up for over a month. So either the homecoming got pushed back or these people are just lazy and are taking up valuable fence space for other...

Maternity pants. Why have all the pregnant women kept these a secret? They are like sweat pants you can wear to work! Maybe it's from trying to continue to wear my regular pants for so long that when I get dressed in the morning and can slip on one of the two pairs of maternity pants I own I feel like I should just lay back down in bed. It's awesome! I may never go back to regular pants again! Well, at least not for stressful fat days when I have to work. Tanning. I can sit outside for 15 minutes reading a book and I have tan lines! This makes it fabulous because I eat my breakfast outside on the patio, read for a minute or two, get hot, come inside and TADA! I've got a tan! Well at least on the front of me...I need to start working on the backs of my arms and legs now. The boobs. I've never been lackign in this department but since being pregnant they are significantly fuller and fill out my shirts nicely. Talk to me in a month and see if I still like the...