Baby Brain

As my husband so lovingly put it the other day, I "just haven't been in the game lately". I've taken wrong turns, I've lost all common sense, my memory is nearly non-existent and I make comments that don't make sense at all. I like to call this Baby Brain. I've assured Freddy that this is a normal side-effect to pregnancy, but I don't think he bought in to that until the other morning.

It was Saturday and, being the FABULOUS wife that I am, I was making my husband bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast - typical Saturday morning (yeah, Right!). The eggs are done, so I grabbed the frying pan and put the eggs on to the plate. Then I set the pan down on the island...Which would be fine if there had been a trivet there. But there wasn't. What was there was our plastic (yes, PLASTIC) table cover that looks like turf/grass. It's a Football Sunday Staple at our house (don't ask why it was on the island on a Saturday). Anyway...It's one of those table covers that you can wipe down and reuse. It has felt/cotton stuff on the back so that, I guess, it won't scratch your table?

It took me seconds - maybe even just one second to realize what I had done. But it was too late. It had melted the the table cover and my expensive Pampered Chef pan now had melted green goo on the bottom.

Baby Brain.

You'll be happy to know that Freddy was able to clean the pan bottom with some Goo Gone and a razor blade.

Here's the damage. Like my referee punching bag (Holding. Defense.) and football chip bowl? I thought they really added something to the picture.

On another note...We went to dinner recently with the neighbors. There were too many of us for one car and no one else wanted to drive, so we all piled in to my SUV. Austin drew the short straw, so he had to ride in the back along with the boxes I had back there. Sadly, it's not the first time he has had to ride in the "way-back" and I doubt it is the last.

Lola's New Love

Lola has a new love. She Luh-oves to run beside Freddy on his bike. He'll only take her around our court because she's easily distracted by other dogs - even ones behind fences.

When Freddy leaves on his bike for a ride and she can see him through the window or the front door, she cries. She literally cries. And this is the only thing that she has ever cried about. Okay, she also cries when she has to be inside by herself and she can hear everyone outside, but that rarely ever happens.

This one is a JEM!

Last Saturday Sara hosted a Halloween Party at her house. Fun was had by all - dinosaurs, super heroes and princesses alike. The kids had fun with the games that Martha Stewart Sara came up with and the adults just had a good time in general.

Amber's husband came in the Reno 911 cop costume. Hill-Lare-E-Us! Out of respect, I won't post pictures on my blog, but here is a picture from the show. Guess which one he dressed up as.

Then there was Jem and The Holograms. Outrageous! I realize that our costumes aren't dead on, but you get the picture. And I'm also aware that none of The Holograms were ever pregnant, but I figured if ever one was to get preggers, it would be the one with the purple hair.

I told a lot of people about the Jem and The Holograms costumes and here is what I learned: You have to be exactly my age to know what the heck I'm talking about. The cartoon aired from 1985-1987 and I loved it! I also loved Beverly Hills teens, but I seem to be the only person alive who remembers that cartoon!

Freddy donned his Tony Romo jersey and taped up his pinkie. It took some people all night to get it. Really, people?! I'll post pictures of us at the party once Sara sends some my way.

Crazy Dog!

My dog Lola is SO FUNNY! When she gets a new bowl of food, she takes the rug from underneath her bowls and covers them - over and over and over again. But she never leaves them covered.

She has also been known to leave single pieces of dog food on our living room floor. Sometimes she ventures a little farther and takes the single pieces of food in to the hallway or our bedroom. But there is ALWAYS a single piece of food somewhere in the house.

Then, a few months ago, it started to be come two or three pieces of food - until the other day. Freddy had been home with Lola for about an hour by the time I walked through the doors. I wander past the living room on my way to the office to tell my sweet husband hello and what do I see? Fourteen - count them - FOURTEEN pieces of dog food spread out on my living room floor. Crazy dog. Wish I would have taken a picture!

So, when I worked from home last week I noticed Lola slowly adding to her stash of food throughout the day and I tired to document it. She didn't get to 14 pieces and I didn't remember the time span like I told myself I would, but here are some pictures anyway.

I didn't catch on until there were 3 pieces.

Then there were 4.

And then 5. At least it wasn't 14!

What would you do?

Let’s pretend for a moment that, for whatever reason, you HAD to change jobs and your next job could not be the same job that you presently have – could not even be in the same field of work. For example, I could not do fundraising/events and I would have to leave non-profits all together. Nurses can’t be doctors (or anything medical) and teachers cannot be counselors or principals, etc.

Also, ignore the whole training and degree aspect of it. You could be WHATEVER you want.

What would you do?

I would be a sonogram technician in an ob/gyn’s office. Yes, I know that when I tried to guess my own baby's gender, I was wrong, BUT...to be fair, I didn't have any formal training and that umbilical cord can be deceiving.

I was watching The Bachelor a couple seasons ago and one of the Bachelorette's was a sonogram technician. Since then, I have always wanted to be one.

What a fun, low-stress job! Not to mention I wouldn't have to worry about what to wear to work – I would just throw on the designated scrubs for that day (to match everyone else in the office, of course – or is that only in the dental field that they all match?) and away I go.

Yes, I know it is not all happy times of “it’s a boy!” and taking pictures of babies, but I would still like this job very much, I think. In fact, if I could take classes somewhere at night, I would have already started.

So…what would you do? And none of this “I wouldn’t want to do anything else” business.

Garage Door vs. My Car

It is Saturday morning after a late night (late night for a preggo that is) at the Ice Breaker portion of my ten year reunion at Fox and Hound. Before I make my way to the family picnic, I have to swing by the house of the Johnny Reb sponsor to pick up the buster poster (the big fabric RHS flag that the football team runs through at half-time). We are using it for decoration at the dinner reception that night.

I have tons of stuff to load in my car because I am going straight from the picnic to set up for the evening (an evening that it seems no one appreciated). Lola is eagerly following me around because she thinks she is going with me. It also happens to be neighborhood garage sale weekend and there are more cars than usual on our quiet court. Not wanting to chance Lola taking off into the street and getting hit by a car, I opt to partially open my back hatch in a closed garage rather than open the garage, allowing the hatch to fully open.

Note to self: When done loading, close the hatch and THEN open the garage door. Do not- I repeat DO NOT – open the garage without closing the hatch that is currently half-open and propped against the closed garage door.

Phone rings. It’s Freddy. He is asking if I want an autographed Brady James jersey he found at a neighbor’s garage sale. Sure, he’s hot but I’m not big on autographed memorabilia. Gather purse and keys, put Lola in her “room”, open garage door. Crunch! “Freddy, don’t be mad but I need you to come home right now. I just opened the garage door with my back hatch in it.”

My sweet husband wasn’t mad (I'm a lucky girl!). Things happen and it could have been worse. He just manually shut the garage door and I shut the hatch along with it. It left a small dent and a small scratch, but nothing major. I got off easy on this one.

If Brady James weren’t so hot, I wouldn't have been so distracted. I blame him for this.

Here is what I did:

IN OTHER NEWS:

Looks like I will have to wait a few more months before I can check “get CPR certified again” off of my Thirty by Thirty list. It was canceled this weekend and we can’t make the one in November. BUT… we can make the one in December and by then they will be in the brand new YMCA just half a mile from our house.

So, if you are interested in taking the class with me and Freddy, let me know. It is CPR and first aid and the cost is $57 for both. It only takes 4 hours on a Saturday afternoon.

After the Cowboys game last Sunday Freddy and the neighbor guys hit the street to play some catch with the pigskin. First Josh knocked his own mailbox off and then Freddy tripped to avoid Lola and jammed his elbow. This has slowed down his mountain biking considerably.

10 Year High School Reunion

There is so much to say about the reunion! But I am going to stick to bullet points because after 9 months on the planning committee and three reunion events in one weekend, I’m tired of talking about it.

*LOVED seeing friends that I haven’t seen in years and spending time with friends that I am still in touch with.

*LOVED getting to work with and actually getting to know Pam. We knew each other in hs, but didn’t have any classes together or do the same things, so we didn’t hang out.

*The committee did a great job!

*The senior video was hilarious!

*I got FED UP with all of the complaining about the price. Hello, people! I do events for a living. I challenge any of you negative nellies to plan a reunion for less – and it has to be a reunion that people won’t complain about. Besides, $60 for an entire weekend is not bad. Most are between $75-100 for a night. You try to do something nice for people and b******g is all you get – and to my face, none the less.

*Wish more people would have come, but the ones that did were fun!

*Everyone looked the same, I thought. I only had to make a few double takes.

Here are some pics! I wish I would have taken more pictures of all the different people that were there. Oh, well.

Me, Freddy and Sara's funny hubby Peter!

The Phams, Stephanie and The Clarks

Committee buds - Stephanie, me and Sara

She is probably touching my stomach in this pic! The woman is obsessed!

Me and becky showing off the bumps, but I cropped out the bumps because I promised Becky that I would. We only took the pic to make Sara happy.

Family Picnic

Aubrie Little Beck and me. We've been friends...forever! Or at least since she used to make me ride her sister's bike in to a sewer!

Aubs, Jeremy Broom and Jon Eakman

Sarah, Jeremy and me

Me and Chelsea, due two days apart.

Jennifer Roseberry Foster

The Brooms, Freddy and his stand-in wife, Sarah and the Becks.

Taking a picture of Peter taking a picture of me!

Sara - she talked a LOT! Just kidding, Sara!

Me, my hubby and our daughter!

Cross Country girls - Amber, me and Sara

The committee minus Namicha. Wish you could see my rockin' red heels!

Porter Pride!

Jodie Campbell Stuth and me. Call her if you are in the market for a new house!

And I leave you with this "Jem" (you'll get the joke after I post Halloween pics). Wonder what was so interesting?