Happy Halloween Eve

So tomorrow is Halloween!!! I don't post on the weekends, because..well...i'm not at work getting paid to do it, i'm just kidding.


So I hope everyone has a happy and safe Halloween and I hope you all post pictures of your costumes so I can blogstalk you on Monday and see what you were.


Bryan and I will be heading to a Murder Mystery on Saturday where we will be a rich couple on a ship at tbe beginning of World War I. Let me tell you, they don't make those kinds of dresses for pregnant women, so I will be doing some slight improvising. I will take pics and post them next week.

Happy Halloween Everyone

Random

Today my friend Emily (the one who has not induleged in Jimmy John's) and I were chatting on office communicator and I told her a quick story about something that had to do with pregnancy and these are the words typed from her mind

"You are my birth control"

I have never felt so special in my life

Aww, i'm special

Nothing makes you feel quite as special as getting out of the shower, only to find one cat perched on the toilet and the other sitting upright on the floor, waiting for you to get out so you can love them.

I love waking up to find our cats sitting at our door, coming home to find them waiting at the window, or their sad little faces when they realize we are kicking them out for the night. You just feel so needed and loved, well that and they are obligated to love us since we clean out their poop box and feed them : )

This is what I used to wake up too, 3 cats using my legs as pillows. I would try and roll over and didn't understand why I couldn't, well this is why. Aren't they soo fat and cute : )

I worship a false Idol

And that false idol is Jimmy John's Sandwich!! Every time I go I get the #16 (Turkey and Bacon) and substitute a pickle for my chips in the combo. Oh my gosh, if there was a religion based on Jimmy John's I might seriously consider going....after the 3 hour block at my church of course. If you have not eaten at at the worshipful, yummytastic place known as Jimmy John's I suggest you take a visit there tonight or tomorrow. I know my friend Emily has never been there and i've decided we can't be friends again until she has partaken in it's nummy nummy goodness.
I also discovered today that if I send them a comment on their site, they send me a coupon for a free sandwich!!! Thank you oh mighty sandwich shop!!!

typical preggo convo

"So I think that we should leave for home in the early afternoon on the.....STOP KICKING MOMMY IN THE BLADDER...17th so we can drive until like 11 and stay somewhere in Nebraska that night"

I thought Bryan was going to die from laughing. This little guy likes to use mommy's bladder as a punching bag, I don't know maybe he likes the sound of swishing water.

What a huge let down

So Bryan and I went to see Where the Wild Things Are on Friday. I have been excited about this movie since I first saw a trailer, so let me tell you just how dissappointed I was when it was horrible.

First, let me say I loved the creatures, how they moved and how well they were animated. But that's just about it. I found them too scary for children, I actually had nightmares about them later that night. A little girl sitting next to us in the theatre started crying during one of the scenes.

This movie is based on a book that every child has read, ever child knows and loves; yet the movie is not for children. You should come to love the creatures, but the truth is you never fully trust them. I was always waiting for a certain wild thing to eat Max, like they did the previous king (which by the way, showing the bones of the previous king was just messed up).

So you'd think the movie is for adults, heck no. I was bored out of my mind, waiting for the story to go somewhere. Waiting for some huge life lesson or plot twist, but nope. It ended unresolved and left me completely unsatisfied.

I was so sad because the movie had so much potential, the trailers looked so good. So on my out of 4 star rating, I would give it a 1 1/2, simply because the monsters looked cool.

Cat Attack 2009

So first, let me say it wasn't really an attack, just a scared cat. OK now on with the story.

Every morning when Bryan and I wake up we let the cats into the bedroom. Bryan heads off to take a shower and I head to the master bathroom, and the cats follow. They never follow Bryan, just me. I have my own little kitty entourage.

As i'm getting ready Lupin (gray fluffy) plops himself on the toilet tank and whines till I pet him, which I do while brushing my teeth. Riddle (fat black) flops down on the floor so I can scratch his belly with my feet while I do everything else. Tonks (tail less wonder) sits outside the door cause he's afraid of the sound of water and blow dryer.

So anyway, this morning as I finish washing my face, I reach over the top of Lupin's head to grab a towel and dry off. Well as i'm pulling on the towel, the towel rack pulls off the wall, falls right on Lupin scaring him half to death. This resulted in him bolting around the bathroom looking for an escape, in turn scaring the crap out of Riddle who, after banging into the wall a few times ran screaming out of the bathroom.

Unfortunately for me during this, I had 2 freaked out and pissed off cats running around and ripping apart my right foot.

I tried to calm down the cats and dry my face when I looked down with my blurry vision (no contacts in yet and glasses were off because of before mentioned face washing) and saw a giant pool of blood appearing on the floor and my foot. However, instead of stopping the bleeding, I first decided to finish drying my face and put on my glasses. Then I got a look at it.

This is an after shot, as in after I banged on the wall until Bryan got out of the shower. You see being 5 months pregnant hinders your ability to bend over and touch your toes. I can do it, but it usually results in a swift kick to the bladder by a pissed off baby. By the time Bryan got in half my foot was covered in blood. So Bryan pulled out the Iodine, yes iodine apparently we have not progressed past the 1980's, and poured it on my foot to clean it out and stop the bleeding.

Now i'll tell you, it still hurts like a martha focker and I have a fun bruise because apparently my cats are so fat that they can cause a bruise by merely jumping on my foot, but it was totally worth it to 1)see my cats freak out like that, good times and 2)watch Bryan run in dripping wet, barely holding a towel trying to figure out why his wife's foot is falling off. Ah, the precious moments.