Year: 2009

*sigh* An open letter to Miss California.

Carrie Prejean, please shut up.    I restrained myself when I read the hilarious news that the Miss California organization had paid for your breast implants so you’d “perform better on the national stage.”  (You embarass me more than the Governator.)  Then you used your time on the Miss USA pageant to speak out against same sex marriage.  (Congratulations on getting… Read more →

Leave Jon and Kate Alone!

Leave them alone!!!  If I was a semi-androgynous teenager, I might crawl under my covers and record a video on their behalf, but I’m not, so instead, you get this blog entry.   Sure, Jon and Kate Gosselin have capitalized on their 8 children and have gone from a struggling family living in too-tight quarters to a family of psuedo-celebs in… Read more →

This Guy.

Yesterday morning, Scott went out for coffee, and came back with a pot of tulips and a card thanking me for carrying our baby.   This guy always knows how to bring meaning to a Hallmark Holiday. Back when I was a freshman in college, professing my love for my long-distance boyfriend and swearing up and down that I was… Read more →

Happy Cinco De Mayo

I won’t be enjoying a margarita tonight (and I think I’m gonna skip the chips too, seeing as I’m still a little skeeved out by the fact that I mindlessly munched on communal public chips and Salsa on Saturday Night…and to think I thought it was silly that the president was reminding people to wash their hands…) Anyway…I won’t be… Read more →

Birthright

Saturday night we went to see Scotty’s Uncle Kelly play with his band, Bad Dog, at the St. Francis De Sales carnival.   The SFDS carnival stage has seen some pretty classy acts over the years – about a decade ago my bleach blond, spikey haired, leather jacket wearing boyfriend (y’know, basically a parent’s nightmare) took me to see Billy Idol… Read more →

You wanna see it?

It’s pretty small still, but it’s starting to show up.   Sometimes I think I could just eat all day. For a former yo-yo dieter like myself, it’s a strange feeling to WANT my belly to get bigger, let alone post a picture of it on the internet.    But there it is, in all it’s glory.    My 17 week baby… Read more →