Way To Go, God!

Yesterday's Sunrise. Amazing.

Guess What Tomorrow Is!!!

American Idol starts again tomorrow! Woo! I promise not to go overboard with the AI talk this year like I did last year. I'll wait until Top 24 time to really talk about who I like. That whole writing-down-everyone-who-comes-on-screen business last year wore me out. Although it did get me a lot of blog visitors. Unfortunately there are still three weeks aka 6 episodes aka WAY too many hours of audition episodes, but there will be two weeks of Hollywood Week, which leads up to the announcement of the Top 24, which is great. We'll also see what everyone thinks of this new chick judge. It could be nice to have a sober female judge on the show.
For anyone who has joined me since last year, or for those of you who need a refresher, I will point you to my Top Ten Pieces of Advice For Auditioners of American Idol that I posted last year. It pretty much all still holds true. Enjoy the first few weeks!

It's Been Too Long...

I just looked back and realized I hadn't done a Funny Things post since JUNE! Whoa. Sorry about that. I have a bunch to catch up on, so I'm going to break it down into more than one post. I'll start with the ones that are already on my computer then move on to the ones that have been on my camera for months. Off we go...

Sorry... was I being too loud?

That, my friend, is a commitment to a 15 year old news story.

Someone is probably very bad at Pin The Tail On The Donkey.

Wow. Just wow.

This was really funny to me. It was in the Children's Science Museum bathroom.

White guy + huge afro = hilarious.

Poor baby with no butt to attach his legs to his body.

Sounds fun!

This is about the fanciest street in Little Rock (in the neighborhood where I work) and that was stuck to the sign for probably two months. It was really funny.

Now that's just funny. (Back from this summer.)

This was on a fancy little store in a small town square in Texas. Bling bling jewelry. Ha.

At least the people in the picture above this one spelled the word right!

Jessica Flower Pot's... handles? decorations? What belongs to the POTS?!

Mmmmmmm... bisquits.

Yuck. Bird services.

"Product may vary from items shown... While supplies last. Offers not available at all locations." You'd better hurry up if you want one of those straw hats. You may be disappointed to not find these items exactly!

This facility provides diaper changing equipment... RIGHT HERE!

I want to join THAT institute.

Obviously, but for what?

When all else fails, use duct tape.

32 Weeks!

Here I am at 32 Weeks aka 8 months aka pineapple-sized baby.

Well, actually 33 weeks is pineapple-sized, but 32 weeks is something called a jicama which I've never even heard of. And 31 weeks was "four oranges" and that'd be pretty hard to hold with one hand. So I went with pineapple.
The nursery is finally coming along. And by coming along I mean there is paint on the walls and there are almost no boxes from moving in. I have my first shower next weekend and Jon's mom and sister are ordering the crib for us soon, so it will get a lot better pretty soon.

Useless factoids at 32 Weeks:
Belly Button Status: Still not an outie (yay!) but the edges are starting to stick out just a little bit, but not enough to show through clothes.

Swelling: None! My rings still fit just fine, as do my shoes. And I don't have cankles.

Contractions: Yep. They're not too often yet, but when I get them, they kind of stop me. I had to stop walking through Wal-Mart today, not because I couldn't walk, but because it was just more comfortable not to. I know. They'll get worse. That's why God created epidurals.

Kicking and Such: Jake's always moving. He moves the most when I'm sitting down and kicks/punches/karate chops the hardest when I'm lying on my right side. It honestly feels like he's kicking my right hip bone. Who knew the uterus went that far over?

Breathing: Not going as well, but I've figured out how to push him out of my diaphragm and back to where he belongs. His favorite thing to do, though, is simultaneously push up on my diaphragm and down on my bladder. I may have said that last month, but it's still true.

Indigestion/Heartburn: Not back yet. Not looking forward to that. But he's so low, it may not be as bad as I expect.

Well, that's about all. 8 weeks to go...

Jack and My Belly

They say that dogs are supposed to sense pregnancy and may become more protective or careful around you. Not our genius. Jack's smart and all, but has not at all become aware of my belly. He still jumps up on me, walks across my stomach, and acts like there's not a giant thing growing out the front of me. However, a few weeks ago, he was lying on my belly and I happened to have my camera sitting right there by me. Here's the cuteness:

From my point of view.

Yes. I offer to you a late-at-night-after-shower-wearing-pajamas-and-shirt-sitting-weird picture of me and Jack because it's so cute.

Iciness

This past Monday it was very cold and wet. The trees across the city were covered in ice (but luckily the roads weren't) and it was so beautiful! Jon got some pictures of the trees around our house while it was still light outside. (I get home after dark every day in the winter.)

The shorty tree in the backyard.

The Mystery Fruit tree in the backyard.

The tree across the street.

The Giant Tree in our front yard.

That Crazy Cat

I don't like cats. The boss family's cat is crazy. Not mean crazy, just crazy. I've posted about her before. She's alright in the scope of cat world - not one of the psycho ones. Here are a few pictures I've taken of that crazy cat.

One day she was sitting at the window and had a little friend sitting next to her. Her little friend was pretty much dead, probably due to something she did to it, but the way they were sitting was really funny.

I've showed this one before, but the cat loves my shoes. She sits on top of them all of the time. One time she seemed to want to wear them.

She also sits in the sink a lot. That's the only time I ever touch her - to get her out of the sink. (I'm allergic to cats.)

She also often sits in a way that looks like she has no legs. It's funny every time. It's the blob cat.

I feel sorry for her sometimes, but she's not a bad cat.

That Crazy Kid

D does this everytime we leave this place. We're at a church that has large leaf shapes on their concrete floor as we're leaving. (They have a huge free indoor playground, so that's why we're there.) It always starts with "I'm dancing on a leaf..." and continues all the way to the car. I decided to tape it this time.




The progression is:
I'm dancing on a leaf...
I'm dancing on the shadow/sunlight/shadow/sunlight...
I'm dancing on the concrete...
I'm dancing on the pavement...
I'm dancing on the road...
I'm dancing on the paint...
I'm dancing on the road...
I'm dancing on the no parking...
I'm dancing on the dirt...
I'm dancing on the grass...
I'm dancing on the concrete...

What I Did The Other Day

This was one of D's Christmas presents that he wanted put together so he could play with it.

1 1/2 hours

245 pieces

Cute. But way too time consuming.
And the first person who says "Just wait until you have kids..." I promise to promptly punch in the face. My kids can get toys like this when they can put them together themselves. Or with the help of their dad. :) My thumbs are still sore.

Happy January!

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