I saw this and laughed my bootie off! Before all the members of the Twilight fan club get their panties in a twist, I am a big lover of the series. Read them all. Loved them all. But I still recognize something funny when I see it. Just like video from this previous post as well as this:
So funny! My hubby can recognize bits of me in the last video. I didn't start reading them until the fourth book came out. They were so good that I read them all one after the other. Many a night he would awaken to find me reading with my book light. It would be 3:00am and he would wake up and say something like, "Good book?" or "Can't put it down yet, eh?" or just laugh and turn over. I'm glad he laughs at my slightly obsessed behavior instead of getting annoyed. He's great like that. Anyhoo. Enjoy the funnies!
This commercial is just good times and laughs. One of my favs of all times. I so want to call someone a lint licker! Maybe I'll get my chance someday. Enjoy!
KSL.com - Living Planet Aquarium penguin exhibit to open SANDY, Utah (AP) -- A new penguin exhibit at the Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy will soon open to the public. The aquarium is opening its Gentoo penguin encounter on Friday after letting the birds acclimate to their new habitat for a few weeks.The penguins are the final exhibit in the aquarium's "Journey to South America" collection.The encounter is modeled after a Falkland Island research station and features interactive touch-screen exhibits about penguin physiology, camouflage and molting.
I really want to see this! I heart me some penguins. :]
I saw this on a friends FB profile and laughed. This is for anyone who loves Yogi Bear and the Simpsons. I thought it was good times. I may need psychological help though. Enjoy!
New Moon was my least favorite book but the movie definitely made that part of the story more palatable for me. So, as far as I'm concerned, it is all uphill from here with Eclipse. Hopefully they will stay true to the story as much as possible so it won't ruin what I hope to be the best movie yet. So, is it June yet? ;]
I am a swap-aholic now. I may need to take some pills or injections. But, for now, I will indulge in the good times and fun. There is a swap over at this cool chicas blog and I'm hoppin' on board the fun train!
The swap train closes today. So, if you want to climb aboard, better do it quick! I had so much fun with the last one, I eagerly await what this next one will bring.
So, recently I participated in a blog swap. It was so much fun! How lucky was I to be given this gal as a swap partner!?! She is truly one of a kind, a sister from another mister and a kindred kooky kool kat. We have a ton in common and I'm excited to have made a new friend. The idea of the swap was to give our favorite things. She has good tastes. She also gives good treats. Here is a picture of all the goodies I scored:
Before
After
I may have eaten one of the chocolate suckers right after the picture was taken and it was divine! :] I just might have to go out and buy some more. They were so good!! The bows...darling! Sophia is going to look so cute in them. And after trying out the lip glosses, Michael said my lips looked lip-tastic. Lots of good times in this package. Thanks for my fun treats!
Also, if you are interested, here is a link to her blog on what I sent her. If you have never participated in a swap, you really should give it a try. It is a darn good time. Thanks also goes to Mamarazzi for hosting!
Sophia was getting on such a great schedule. She was sleeping 6-7 hours each night. I guess I counted myself lucky too soon because this week she just won't stay asleep! Last night she went down around 8:30pm. I was so tired and started winding down earlier than usual thinking I would finally try to get to bed before midnight. Boy, was I wrong!! She woke up around 11:30pm. I fed and changed her and then tried rocking her back to sleep. She wouldn't have it. All she wanted to do was bounce and talk. (By talk I mean we do the copycat thing where she makes a sound and I copy it. She LOVES it!) Anyhoo. She kept doing it and looking at me for a response. I obliged her whilst trying to calm her down and get her back to sleep. Normally I love it but when 2am finally hit, Mommy was tired! So I tried to cozy with her on the LoveSac, on the couch, fed her again, changed her and finally put her in bed with us. She kept talking away! She finally fell asleep at around 5am. Poor Michael had to get up at 5:30am. I felt horrible that she kept waking him up but I was at my wits end and couldn't function anymore. (This coming from the gal who, in my single days, could pull all nighters and work a full day the next day. What can I say?! I'm getting old I guess.) Anyhoo. I just needed to vent for a small moment or two. I keep reading that she is still too young for tough love...letting her cry it out in her crib...but some nights she is just so wired and can't calm down. I wonder if it has something to do with her anti-seizure medicines. Anyhoo. I try to stick to a bedtime routine to help her know it is bedtime but she is having a tough time going to sleep and staying that way lately. Any advice people have would be happily accepted. (Just please, no criticism.) Thanks!
I can't believe how fast time is zooming by! Here is our little gal at 2 months old. She looks so much like her Daddy. I love it and I love her so much! I hope you enjoy the pictures.
...And her name is Sophia Rose. She was born on December 13 at 7:41pm. She weighed in at 6 pounds 5 ounces and 19 inches long. She has lots of dark hair and her Daddy's olive complexion. (YAY!) She has her Mommy's lips and feisty personality. I also think she has Daddy's eyes but it is a bit too early to tell just yet.
It all started at 3:30am on December 13. I woke up to go to the bathroom and thought it sure was taking a while to finish. The thought crossed my mind, "Is this my water breaking? Nah!" So, back to bed I went. At 4:30am I was awakened with the need to pee yet again. I went in to the bathroom and sat down. That is when I noticed something peculiar...my water had indeed broken. I was in shock! We were not due for two more weeks! I sat there for 20 minutes trying to convince myself that my water hadn't really broken. Finally, reality set in and I got up and got in the shower. I knew I needed a good one since it might be a while and I wanted to be minty fresh for the day's adventure. After showering, I went in and told Michael that I was "pretty sure my water just broke". He didn't believe me at first until he realized that I was already showered. He got up and did the same while I finished the last minute packing of the hospital bag. (It was one of the few things I hadn't finished on my "To Do" list. I had planned to finish all of this when we got home from church later that very day.) So, in between contractions, I gathered up what I still needed and then we headed to the hospital. By the time we got there and in the room it was almost 7:00am. This is where the fun really began!
After getting me all checked in and checked out, they confirmed my water had indeed broken and I was dilated to a one. I thought, "A one? Crap! This is already more fun than I had anticipated." I told the nurse, "Any time they were ready, I was ready for my big fat epidural." She laughed and sent for the anesthesiologist. It took him about 45 minutes to get there and another 15 or so to get set up. By this point I had begun using the lovely breathing exercises we learned in our 6 weeks of prenatal classes. Also, my contractions weren't coming at regular intervals nor intensity so they put me on some petocin. This is where Nancy's dream delivery looked like it was going down the crapper.
The epidural didn't take.
"WHAT?!! I should have felt it working by now? Well, I don't. Argg!" So, the very sweet and capable man tried again. This time, he got blood. Not good. He tried again. And again. Yep. 4 times with no success. By this time, now dilated to a 4, it was around 1:00pm and Nancy is no longer trying to be the brave little soldier she thought she should be. I told the nurse through tear streamed eyes that "I needed something to take the edge off or to help me deal with this lovely childbirth experience...even if that meant she would have to club me over the head with a mallet." They gave me some sort of narcotic which helped for about 45 minutes. Then the fun came back...this time bringing friends. The "man with the drugs I really wanted" came back in and said he could only try one more time. If it didn't take, the epidural wasn't going to happen.
Let me just say that in all of the reading, preparation and planning for this event, I had prepared myself. I knew it was important to keep an open mind because things might be different than expected. I wanted a "down town" birth but if I had to have a C-section for whatever reason, I would accept it. Same with an episiotomy and whatever other surprises came my way. But the epidural was NOT one of those things in which I was willing to negotiate. It was a sure thing in my head. So, needless to say, I was one freaked out puppy. I said a huge prayer...pleading with the Lord to let it work. Around this time Michael found someone who could help him give me a priesthood blessing. The "man with the good drugs I wanted" came back in with an idea. He maneuvered me into a new "Indian Style crossed legged while leaning over my legs and grabbing my cankles" position to see if that would help him hit the correct spot. It was then that he found the problem. Due to a previous car accident, my back had some issues and he had been going in the wrong place this whole time. Nice! So, we all crossed our fingers and toes whilst he tried one last time ...and it FINALLY WORKED! I started not feeling the party going on. I went from ARRGGG to AHHHH within about 15 minutes. Nancy liked the drugs very much. (Side note: I admire all those who want to do it Au natural. If that is how you want to do it, more power to you. I am just not that girl. Please don't judge.)
After my brief bout of euphoria as well as tears shed due to the overwhelming feeling of gratitude for prayers being answered, they did an ultrasound to find out what position the baby was in. She was head down, as she should be. But they couldn't tell which direction she was facing nor could they tell from the "down town" exam. So they kept on keeping on with how things were. I went from being dilated at 4 to a 10 in about an hour and a half. Sure was glad the epidural finally took!! So, it was time to push. And push I did....for another hour and a half. That's when my fantabulous doctor came to the rescue. He was not on call that day but came in any way to do my delivery. Have I mentioned how much I heart my doctor? Well, I do. Anyhoo. After being there a total of 10 seconds he realized our little gal was in the posterior (face up) position. This is a more difficult position to deliver and she wasn't going to move much more. So, he had to turn her whilst in utero. At this point I was shouting for joy that the epidural had finally worked. I can't even imagine what that would have felt like without the "good drugs". Once he got her turned around, it felt like I sneezed and she came out. (Okay. A bit of an exaggeration. But close enough.)
Then she was here!!! The first thing I saw was hair. Black hair and lots of it. YAY! I was secretly hoping she'd have her Daddy's hair color. She was, of course, covered in all the fun that comes with childbirth but all I saw was her. She was here. Michael cut the cord and then she was placed on my tummy and we said hi for the first time. She was beautiful!! My little monkey. She was crying and I tried to comfort her. It worked. YAY! Score one for Mommy! Then the nurses took her to weigh her and do their examinations. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was a strange feeling...like I was a mother bear watching/guarding my cub from danger. I watched every move they made. She started crying again and didn't really stop until she was in Daddy's arms. One look into her eyes and he was a gone-ner! It was one of the sweetest moments I will ever experience...watching them meet for the first time.
She loves her Daddy and Daddy is a smitten kitten! Then Daddy gave her back to me and I didn't want to let her go! She cozied into my chest and there she stayed.
Our little family together at last.
It was the nearest thing to heaven I've felt on Earth. She is here and I am in love with my little girl!!! Gratitude washed over me like a warm blanket. How did I get so blessed to have such a sweet little girl for my daughter?! It's hard to believe that the little girl on my chest and in my arms is all mine.
