My husband calls me weird

Hey, hey look at me! I'm brilliant! (and modest too!)

Check out my new award. Isn't it purdy?! I must be brilliant because both Sayre AND Karisma gifted me with this beauty. Thank you lovely ladies!

The award also came with a meme of questions I haven't answered before.

Attached or single? Attached- married for 5 years

Best friend? The hubby, my mom, a few close high school friends, Aaron's godparents. I collect them. It's my hobby.

Cake or Pie? Uh...both? Yellow cake with chocolate icing is the best though.

Day of Choice? Saturday when I have nothing to do but sit on my ass.

Essential Item? Bumble Bee chapstick

Favorite color? Yellow

Gummy bears or worms? Worms. The bears leave me feeling unsatisfied.

Hometown? Ypsilanti, MI

Indulgence? Sleeping, my artwork, a good book

January or July? January. I hate the heat.

Kids? Yep. 13 yr old step son, 4 yr old son and one due in March.

Life isn't complete.... without good sex.

Marriage Date? 5-26-03

Number of Brothers and Sisters? 1 brother and a slew of steps.

Oranges or Apples? Both please.

Phobias? heights

Quote? "Bite me."

Reasons to Smile? My kids, my friends, a raunchy joke.

Season of Choice? Fall. Love the color changes.

Tag Seven People? Kaytabug, Irish CoffeeHouse, Houston, Veronica, AFF, Heather, and SwampAngel

Unknown Fact? I like to watch Antiques Roadshow

Vegetable? All of them

Worst habits? Picking.

XRay or Ultrasound? Ultrasound. Get to see baby.

Your favorite food? Homemade Mac & Cheese

Zodiac sign? Pisces. Like that was a surprise.

Remember, tomorrow is the first Recipe Sharing Friday. Try to contain your excitement.

I'mmmmm Baaaackkkkkk!

And here you thought you could get rid of me. Not so fast sherlock. We actually (gasp!) took a quick mini vacation. Not that we could afford it. We just went to Lake Michigan for two days. I found a dirt cheap hotel room and scouted out all the free/almost free activities in the area. Aaron's face at seeing a lake for the first time was well worth the money. I have to wait for those pictures to be developed. Until then you'll just have to enjoy the digital camera pictures. Also, an FYI- sand in the bathing suit = exfoliation of the girl parts. Not what my labia had in mind for a Monday afternoon.

Pier on Lake MI and my three boys.

Me smooching the wonder hubby. (Uh....duh.) Wish him a happy birthday. He's survived another year with me and is ALIVE to tell about it.

Aaron sitting on the end of the pier.

Sneaking onto private land for a picture.

More pictures later. I'm tired and pukey. Long car trip=pissed off Super Genius Baby^tm. Just know that I am home and will be back into action tomorrow. So time to stop talking about me behind my back.

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It's fucking Friday.....finally

I don't know about you guys, but I am damn sure thankful today is Friday. Things are mighty stressful here. Money is pretty damn tight. We will probably have to rent the old house soon to cover costs and we really don't want to. On the plus side, we could make more that we owe on the house and in a few years when the market picks up we could probably sell it for more than we could now. On the down side, there is no telling if we could even rent it. Michigan sucks right now. I knew things would get tight, I just didn't realize how freaked out I'd get about it, nor did I think I would get pregnant. I'm trying not to stress for the baby, but it's not easy. I'm afraid I might have to sell some of my grandma's stuff to ease the worry. I don't want to, but I think I have to.

On a happier note, Ms Kayta sent me a wonderful package. I'm a bad blogger and didn't take any pictures. I felt shitty last night and crawled into bed soon after Aaron went to sleep. Needless to say, thank you Kayta! I love it all, especially the baby blanket. I'm going to have to hide the candy until I feel up to eating sweets. She is one awesome bitch. Go give her some lovin'.

For some giggles, how about some t-shirt ideas? There are a few here I'd certainly wear.

 

 
 

There, I hope I made you snort your coffee or something. Have a good weekend folks. I'm taking a blog break and will be back on Wednesday. I just need to escape for a bit. Play in the garden, sleep all day, eat a lot of cheese. You know how it goes.

[insert 1-900 voice here] Do you like to cook, baby?

Yesterday, the great AFF declared her inability to cook and asked fellow bloggers for some easy recipes. I commented with a recipe and followed up with an email with a few more. In the email I declared my love for cooking. To which one of my fave bitch posse replies with "I didn't know you like to cook? Why don't you blog about this?" AFF- this post is for you. And just for kicks I will say I'm wearing my Elvis costume. I'm really not, but I lie pretty well.

I really truly do enjoy cooking. It started mostly to keep the family out of my hair. When I was in the kitchen they would leave me alone. Now, I am no Pioneer Woman, although I do swipe many of her fine recipes. I love to read recipes. I clip out the ones I like and put them into organized binders (sick. I know.) I also have tons of recipe books that are taking up way too much space in my kitchen then they should. It's has taken me awhile, but I have learned that good food does not have to be difficult. I do not like to make complex dishes. They make me lose my attention very quickly. Last night's dinner was perfect. Cheddar brats, pan fried potatoes and Michigan sweet corn (everyone, please bow your head in silence for the sweet corn.) The super genius baby even let me keep it down. The potatoes were perfect. I have brought the leftovers for work. To top it off, they were easy.

Nikki's Pan Fried Potatoes

5 red skinned taters (or how many you think you need)
olive oil (coat the bottom of the pan)
2 tbs butter
seasonings (I used pepper, seasoned salt, garlic powder, dill)

Wash taters, remove the yucky parts if they have any
Poke them with fork/knife. If you don't they will explode in the microwave
Microwave for about 3 min. You don't want mashed potatoes, you just want to soften them up a bit.
Dice the taters
In a large frying pan heat up olive oil and butter. Keep heat around Med.
Add the potatoes
Add your seasonings. As the potatoes cook, add more if they need it.
Cook your potatoes until desired crispiness. I like them extra crispy, so I wait until they are all nice and golden brown.

Serve warm.

There, easy no? And feel free to get down with your bad self and add onions or green peppers.

Since recipe sharing seems to be popular, I though about doing a Recipe Sharing Friday (the excitement, I know. Control yourselves.) I will share a recipe. Maybe with pictures, maybe not. See above about not being as cool as Pioneer Woman. If you want, you can include a recipe in the comments section. When we get enough recipes collected, I will add a link on the sidebar and include them all for easy reference. I know, I know. I can't contain my glee either!  The first Recipe Sharing Friday will be next week. Maybe I will even create a little button for the day. Who knows. Depends upon how lazy I feel. (Oh, and make sure you check out AFF's Foodie post's comment section for some great recipes.)

Plurk is killing my blog

Yeah, I have no decent blogging material today. I blame Plurk. I did go to the doctor's yesterday. I'm fine, baby's fine. My subchrionic (sp?) hemorrhage is gone, which means I can get down and dirty with the hubby again. (insert porn music here.) Doc gave me meds to ease the nausea because I'm not gaining any weight and feeling like crap most of the time. I'm nervous taking anything, so I may just try to deal with the ever loving desire to hang my head in the toilet. Before I bore you to tears, how about I share a few photos from the weekend?

 
I painted my toes for my 10 year high school reunion. Aaron begged me to do his and since I know it would bug the crap out of Kevin, I happily obliged. Don't give me that look,.it's not like I put him in a dress and told him what a pretty girl he was.

Aaron and his Godparent's daughter sleeping at his first ever sleepover. Isn't she the cutest thing ever? Oh wait, you can't see her face. Sorry, not my kid to show, but let me swear to you that she is so sweet and cute that I want to gobble her up every time I see her. I love how Aaron has his arm on her head.

This is my MIL's husband C. We were at my SIL dinner on Sunday, where I spent most of my time running to the bathroom. Luckily for me my SIL took this picture for me. It makes me laugh every time I see it.

Hopefully tomorrow I won't bore you to tears. Maybe. I can't promise anything. I'm off to find some breakfast that won't make me turn green.

Boys and their junk

Yesterday on Plurk, (OMG! I love Plurk! The most addictive thing next to sex! Or chocolate! It's all about the karma points. If you haven't joined, join and then friend me so my karma can go up!) I began a conversation on boys and their constant need to grab themselves. Aaron is a hands on kind of kid lately and it is driving me bonkers. Every time I turn around the kid is grabbing his crotch. It must be the age, although the older male species will claim they are "adjusting themselves." I went on a field trip with Aaron's class last week and was surrounded by boys junk grabbing. I've tried to make it clear that it's "Aaron's stuff" to grab, but for the love of all that's holy, you need to do it in a private place, like your bedroom, or the moon. So far the kid's not buying my private place routine. In fact the other day I walked in the family room to see him on the couch grabbing his boy bits.

"Aaron, do you need to go potty?"
"No, mommy."
"Then why are your grabbing yourself?"
"Because it feels squishy."

So, there you have it folks. The mystery of crotch grabbing has been revealed. Here I thought it was just because it felt good. My mistake.

Fun Monday: If I were queen of the world

This week is hosted by Mommy Wisdom. Our assignment:

If you were ruler of the world for a day/week/month/year (your choice on the time), you would...

I could take this question in so many ways. My non-sarcastic answer would be food and free health care for all. No one should have to decide on paying bills or buying  life saving medication. My sarcastic answer would be that all men would never miss the toilet again and would always remember to lift the toilet seat up. Also, ignorance would be banned as would any possibility of popcorn burning in the microwave.

There you have it. What would you do if you were ruler of the world? Make sure you check out all the other participants!

Schedule

 

9:00 pm: Climb upstairs to bed.
9:30 pm: Pee
10:00 pm: Finally fall asleep
10:30 pm: Start dreaming about really fucked up things.
11:00 pm: Wake up
11:05 pm: Go pee
12:00 am: Kevin comes to bed
12:05 am: Get up, go pee
12:30 am: Fall back asleep
1:00 am: Start dreaming weird things again. Suddenly coworker is the father of my baby. And we live in my old neighbors house.
1:30 am: Wake up
1:35 am: Go pee
1:45 am: Fall back asleep. Dream about watermelons.
3:30 am: Wake up to Kevin laughing in his sleep. Wonder what he's so damn chipper about.
3:45 am: Give up. Go pee.
4:15 am: Finally fall back asleep.
5:30 am: Wake up starving. Fuck it. I get up for the day and take a shower. Somewhere along the lines of getting ready, I have to stop and pee. Twice.

Is it any wonder that I'm crabby and exhausted all day long? How could I forget about all the peeing?!

An award and an orb

I want to give a huge shout out to the awesome Alison over at RDH Mom for gifting me with the kick ass Share the Magic Award.

The award was given to me for "her writing is also hysterical and always leaves me with a smile on my face. Her sense of humor and her honesty keep me coming back to her blog. She is very candid, and I like that in a person." Aww shucks. I'm getting all teary eyed here. Blame it on the hormones! I normally don't give out awards, well, because I'm just that damn lazy, but today, I will. See the above comments about hormones. Alison gave the award to basically everyone I would, but I thought I'd add two of my favorites bitches of all time.

Kaytabug- This chick knows how much I think she rocks. Plus, she lets me stalk her on a regular basis. Can't get much cooler than that. She likes to use the word fuck as much as I do. Sister from another mother no doubt.

Irish Coffeehouse- What can I say, she kicks ass. We bonded over both losing our grandmothers around the same time and we haven't stopped emailing since. She doesn't say fuck that much, but I still have time to work on her (kidding!) I also have so much respect for her in trying to quit smoking. It's a damn hard habit to break. (Isn't that a song?)

Go give these lovely ladies some love. I'll wait. Anyways, I have to pee.

Ahhhh, much better. Yesterday, Aaron's class went on a field trip to the Natural Science Museum to look at stuffed dead animals and dinosaur bones. I tagged along. I felt bad for missing so much time with him when I was attached to the couch. I took this picture when he was sitting in the Native American room in a large kayak. Check out the orb in the upper right corner. I've never seen an orb in any of his pictures before. Friends yes, but not just him. Energy from the room filled with ancient items or a friend of one of his classmates? Either way it's a cute picture of my little dude. Enjoy.

And as a bonus picture, here's my little monkey taking over my Old Navy box that delivered me some mighty fine maternity clothes for very little $$. I might have to order some more. The box is now a spaceship. Who needs toys when you have boxes to play with.

I have no freaking clue

My dad called yesterday to let me know my grandfather passed away. I was shocked to find out it really didn't phase me. To those of you who read me before I switched to Typepad have heard the story. I'm not much in the mood to rehash it out here. Just know he has a horrid excuse for a human being. I never told my dad what happened. It's not that I found peace in the situation, I've just learned not to let my life revolve around my grandfather's actions. If I did, I would be letting him control  my life and I have too much to live for. He would win and I'm not about to let that happen. I'm sorry for my dad and for his family. I'm sorry for my grandma that she lost the person she's shared her life with for 67 years. I'm sorry they had to watch him die of pancreatic cancer.  No one should have to suffer through that. I'm sorry my grandfather had to die in such pain. I wouldn't wish that kind of death on anyone. My dad wants me to go to the funeral. I just can't. It's over 6 hours away. I'm still on moderate "bed rest." That and the stress of the trip would be too much. I need to focus on the baby and my health. So, why do I still feel like an ass for saying no? I feel like I'm letting my dad down, even though I know I'm doing the best for me. I give. I wish I had all the answers.

Speaking of my super genius baby,

The damn cutest slug I've ever seen. I bet she/he's already planning on taking over the world. (The white blur in the black circle, in case you were squinting hard and couldn't see my genius.)