Which it's good...

I have many, many reasons to be happy today.
I woke up at 7 because Swiper was throwing up underneath the bed.
The may not SEEM like the best way to start your morning, but at least you know your day probably won't get any worse.

Roland had his NST and an ultrasound, and is doing fine. My very cool doctor agreed to induce/deliver him early on Friday the 13th. I still hope he comes sooner (please God), but that would be a seriously cool birthday.

We got our tax refund and paid off the Suburban! Woot, etc. It's officially ours, and we now have waaaaaay more money each month. It's been a goal for such a long time, and it's finally done. It feels good.

I also paid off that !@#$%^&*&%$#$%^&*^%$#% ticket, which is good because it was giving me gray hair. We got our car looked at, changed the oil, replaced the air filters, and the 'Service Engine' light finally went off.

Nutmeg has been parked on top of a big piece of coconut I threw in there, eating since yesterday morning. I think she's probably going to molt, which is good because she can finally grow back all her little legs that were broken. Although it might be Apple, come to think of it. They're wearing identical shells so its hard to tell.

Swiper seems to have recovered from his upset stomach and is lying contentedly on the couch with Zero.

I got new earbuds for my Ipod.

Labor Playlist

Since I'm obviously NOT GOING ANYWHERE this weekend, I've been putting together my labor playlist. I ripped some old songs off Mr. Legs' computer and now I'm in the process of getting the rest from Itunes.
For those of you that still exercise, I rediscovered an old favorite that you might enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=385luvMXOmU

I think he might say the b-word, but other than that it's clean.

Not much happening...

Things that made today suck (and it's only noon!)

1. I got a $220 ticket for speeding in a school zone.
I DON'T SPEED. I AM THE MOST ANAL RETENTIVELY SLOW GRANDMA DRIVER EVER.

2. The stupid dining room table broke. Again.

3. My crabs are dying, apparently because they can't molt in their spiffy blue Crayola sand. So I basically payed extra to kill them. Stupid stupid stupid.

4. All my pet money is now going towards that stupid ticket.

5. I've been having "contraction" for three days. Not efficient ones, just ones that are uncomfortable enough to piss me off worse than I would be anyway.

WTF.

Still here

*sigh* what a gyp.

Things of Note:

12:53-ish (am)
I may or may not be in labor. I was hoping it would wait until after inauguration day, but the contractions seem to indicate otherwise.
If you haven't received a call from Mr. Legs by 5 or 6 this morning, don't worry, it means the contractions have stopped and nothing happened.

I found a blog that's sort of a guide to the extreme southern area of Texas. Ya'all should check it out. it's called Todo Padre and there's some awesome photographs up there...I'll try to find the URL later. Assuming I'm not in extreme pain.

Took the munchkins and the beasties to the park today. Zero jumped into the fountain, apparently not realizing that there was water behind the cement wall.
Then, as we were walking by the big used-to-be-a-pool, Swiper went to get a drink and, mistaking a large floating mass of leaves for a cement step, went in head first.
He sank like a rock and had to be hauled out bodily. He hasn't even been near his water bowl since. 0.o

Anyhoo, wish me lots of super painful contractions, and if Mr. legs hasn't called you by the time you read this don't worry, nothing's happening. Seriously, you know I'd have him call you even if it was 2 in the morning. :-P

A kockásfülű nyúl

Aparently, it's hungarian.



Please note the very European Speedo on the one kid.

I don't know why I remember this, but I do.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIk0Nwmh8So&feature=rec-HM-fresh+div