Why didn't I think of that?

Sorry for the very lengthy absence. We are all getting along fabulously! So fabulously that spending time on my computer is very low on the priority list these days. Chocolate Covered Pistachio (the new kid) is nearly four months old - how did that happen? Didn't we just bring him home the other day?? Anyhow, Chocolate Covered Peanut is finally pretty well adjusted (why did I just write that and curse myself?).

We have a new guest in our house named Dora the Explorer! CCPeanut has discovered all things Dora and CAN'T! STOP! TALKING! ABOUT! IT! This is a good thing when it comes to me being able to get CCPistachio down for a nap and such (just pop in a video and she's captivated), but also extremely irritating. I know preschoolers love and learn from the repetition they use in Dora, but it drives me batty! Sesame Street is the one kids' show that I truly enjoy because there is so much variety - my husband accuses me of enjoying it more than CCPeanut.

One particular Dora DVD, however, has been useful in giving me some insight into CCPeanut's dreams and goals. Dora asks the viewers what they want to be when they grow up, and CCPeanut ALWAYS answers EVERYTHING Dora asks. The first time she watched this I wasn't sure I'd heard her answer correctly, so I asked her to repeat but she refused. The second time I listened more carefully, and sure enough I had heard her correctly. Cookie Monster! She wants to be Cookie Monster when she grows up! Why didn't I think of that? I could totally rock that job! Damn, all I could come up with was public school teacher! How lame am I?

Quick Update and Apology

Sorry for being MIA for the last month!! I love, love, love having two kids now, but me-time is definitely on hold for a while. Me-time would include things like blogging, surfing the web, shopping for anything but groceries, etc. If I had a laptop that allowed me to do this from anywhere, it would be much easier. Instead I have a computer in an office room in our basement, very much separated from the rest of the house. I also have a 2 1/2 year old who LOVES the computer and will not let me do anything on it by myself!

Our son was born April 29 at 8:00 a.m. after a labor that was much shorter and easier than I had with my daughter!! He was 8 lb. 8 oz. (a half pound bigger than his sister). He is squishy and adorable, and I fell instantly in love with him! He's a very mellow baby and easily consolable (unlike his sister). I'm still pondering the appropriate chocolate covered name for him, so I would welcome any suggestions you all might have...

I'm running out of me-time, so here are some pictures of the two kids! Keep in mind I am a horrible photographer, so these pictures don't do justice to the cuteness of my offspring. Sorry for the weird spacing of pictures and captions - I've never posted pictures before and have a lot to learn. And I don't have anymore time to mess with it tonight!!


Chocolate Covered Peanut and her new baby brother just a few days after we got home














The elusive Hot Chocolate, Chocolate Covered Peanut, and baby in the hospital









More current shot of new baby - please imagine him without the horrible baby acne!!

No News is NOT Good News!

Yes, I'm still pregnant. Yes, my due date was three days ago. No, I'm not having any contractions. How many times have I repeated those sentences the past few days? Too many to count. I'm not scheduled for induction until Monday, so it will be a long weekend. On the other hand, my doctor will be out of town for the weekend, so chances are high that I'll go into labor on my own while he's gone. Thankfully the doctor on call is a very good friend's doctor and comes highly recommended.

We took Chocolate Covered Peanut to a birthday party Sunday at a place called Pump It Up (they have numerous huge inflatable slides, bouncers, and obstacle courses). She had a BLAST! It turns out to be the perfect place for a toddler that loves to climb and jump - her two favorite activities right now. Fortunately my husband went along to follow her, because there's no way my waddling ass would have survived it! I did, however, ponder whether or not a few good bounces wouldn't speed things up for me...

The only thing helping to distract me from the endless waiting is new tv shows! I didn't realize how much I missed them all winter! It's hard to believe that I had a life of my own rather than living vicariously through tv characters, but I must have! But now that I'm mentally and physically exhausted morning to night, tv is the perfect escape.

Hot Stuff

I am sooooo ready for this baby to arrive! (are you all a little tired of the prego talk?) And if I wasn't sure, my dream last night sealed the deal. McDreamy (Patrick Dempsey from Grey's Anatomy) was my oh-so sexy doctor and we were having a friendly lunch together in the hospital cafeteria (there was a fabulous dessert bar, by the way). Following the lunch, he was planning to induce me (that's right, I said INduce, not SEduce). When the hunks in my dreams are inducing my labor and not getting down and dirty with me, then I know that I'm ready to birth this baby!!

This is week 38 so theoretically, this baby could arrive any day. But my doctor's exam today indicated otherwise. It's looking like this boy may be a week late like his older sister. UGH! I suppose I could handle a week late as long as the labor is shorter. It lasted two and a half days - nonstop - with Chocolate Covered Peanut. My doctor promises this time will be easier...

Hell Froze Over

Yes, it's true - Hot Chocolate and I went on an official date last night! For the first time in two years! And probably the last time for another two years! It was pure bliss! We went out to eat (without impatient toddler) and went to a movie. Run, Fat Boy, Run - hilarious! I don't know why, but British people are so much more funny than we are. It was a very sweet and funny movie. We also agreed on a name for the upcoming addition to the chocolate family. Hear that, Cagey? A name!!

Baby Mania!

I've discovered recently that pregnancy is way more fascinating through the eyes of a two year old. In order to "prepare" Chocolate Covered Peanut for the life-altering changes to come, we have been a little baby-obsessed. Watching videos about new babies, reading books about new babies, observing babies everywhere we go, and talking about our soon-to-arrive baby. It's safe to say that I am a little baby-weary at this point!

Now that CCP finally believes that there is, indeed, a baby in my tummy (she staunchly denied this for a good many months), she seems to think that my belly button is a peephole that will allow her to see him. Several times a day she will push up my shirt, push down the elastic of my pants, and peer into my belly button to check on the baby. She has also perfected a "mama walk" that entails her sticking her tummy out as far as possible and waddling across the room. It's actually an dead-on impression! When she performed this for my husband I could see him mentally debating whether or not it was safe to laugh (smart man).

Ugh!

Apparently, your third trimester of pregnancy is a terrible time to start a blog and be introduced to the blogging world. I am so exhausted every night by the time Chocolate Covered Peanut goes to bed. I spend only enough time on the computer to check email, pay bills, and do other necessary things - blogging has become one of the less-necessary things.

This week will be week 36, so I'm really counting down the days now. And they'd better go by fast, damn it! I don't feel as huge as I did with CCPeanut, but I'm at least ten times more uncomfortable. This baby boy is riding low in his cozy home and everything below what used to be my waist aches constantly. Plus, the last months that I was pregnant with CCP were during our summer vacation from school. So I was home with no toddler to chase and able to put my feet up and read a good book (or take a good nap) whenever the fancy struck me (which was most of the day, to tell the truth). This time around is not nearly as relaxing!

So, please pardon the sporadic and whiny posts. In four weeks I'll have completely new and more interesting problems to whine about!

Random Nothingness

I'm starting to think that I just imagined this last weekend. The weather was so warm and beautiful, but today it's back to winter. We thoroughly enjoyed the warm weather by playing outside in our muddy backyard. Unfortunately, the warm weather and wind also seemed to bring allergies back to our house so we didn't spend as much time outside as I would have liked.

On the baby front, I am making really good progress in preparation for Chocolate Covered Baby. I think I waited until the week before Chocolate Covered Peanut was born to get everything finally ready. This time I have all of the baby clothes washed and put away a month and a half ahead of schedule!!! Hot Chocolate is definitely getting better at handling CCPeanut's bedtime routine and bedtime meltdowns, so I will have fewer worries while I'm in the hospital. Now if I could just get caught up on my photo albums before this baby arrives...

I truly took a ridiculous number of pictures of CCPeanut the first two years. She was so much easier to photograph before she started walking, so the number of photos decreases as she gets older. I'm done with her first year scrapbook and I'm just putting together plain old photo albums for the rest. Hopefully she won't compare them to her friends' fabulously crafted scrapbooks when she gets older, because I am woefully uncreative.

The only major detail left to deal with before the new baby arrives is the name. I am having such a hard time finding boy names that I like. My list of girl names for CCPeanut was a mile long, but I just can't get very excited about boy names. It doesn't help that Hot Chocolate tends to like the more contemporary names and I prefer the more traditional. The clock is ticking and we're still completely avoiding the whole topic!

I'm not usually one to get really gushy over material possessions. BUT, I bought something today that I am sooooooo excited about! When Chocolate Covered Peanut was a baby, I completely wore out my front carrier because she hated the stroller and loved to be close to me. I would wear her when we were out (to avoid carrying the bucket). I would wear her on our daily walks. I would wear her all over the house - cleaning, cooking (being cautious of hot/sharp things), reading, surfing the web, even going to the bathroom! When she got too heavy for it, I was wishing there was another option but couldn't find anything that was comfortable.

One day several months ago at a children's museum, a friend and I saw a lady using a baby carrier that I'd never seen before. We stopped to ask her about it and found out that it is positively the most wonderful, comfortable, useful invention ever (not to mention, it lasts forever). I did more research on my own and found out that while it is outrageously expensive, she did not over-sell it. It truly is as good as she said.

So I saved up my Christmas and birthday money, and I bought an Ergo Baby Carrier! It can be used for newborns and is strength tested up to 90 pounds!!! Although, someone please shoot me if I'm still carrying a 90 pound child that is capable of walking. You can wear it on the front, hip, or back. When I got it home and took it out of the box, I nearly fainted when I felt how thick and soft the shoulder straps are. That was my biggest complaint about my old carrier - I would wear it for so long that the straps would fold over and dig into my shoulders. I nearly cried thinking how wonderful it would have been to have known about this when CCPeanut was a baby. Now I really can't wait for this baby boy to get here so I can try it out!

I feel ridiculous being so giddy over a piece of baby gear, but so-help-me this thing could save my sanity (and the safety of my newborn). CCPeanut is going to be a great big sister, but I will not be able to leave this baby alone with her for 10 seconds. That means I'll be wearing this boy in the Ergo to do EVERYTHING. If I can figure out a way to use it in the shower, all the better!

I'll keep you posted once he's born and we've tried it out. I hope I'm not disappointed!

32 Down, 8 to Go!

I can't believe I just finished the 32nd week of this pregnancy! It's going by soooo much more quickly than it did with Chocolate Covered Peanut. And thank goodness I'm not going through the pre-partum (is that a word?) depression that I had with Peanut.

Three months before Peanut was born, my favorite dog (I know, you shouldn't have favorites because they're like children) was diagnosed with cancer. We put her down five weeks later. She was the most sensitive, intuitive, protective, and loving animal I've ever met. She was one of those "once in a lifetime" dogs. It hurt so much to see her so sick and then to lose her. This was nearly three years ago, and I'm still tearing up now just writing about it all. She was just special, and I was really looking forward to being a new mom with her there for moral support. Then she wasn't there anymore, and I just didn't care about the rest of it. I lost all enthusiasm for the pregnancy and just didn't care about anything. Fortunately giving birth to that perfect little baby girl yanked me out of that funk and threw me into the blessings of motherhood.

I think another part of that depression was a fear of the unknown. This time around I know what to expect and that the joys will outweigh the difficulties. So the combination of no tragedies (knock on wood) and fewer unknowns has made this pregnancy much happier and a lot more fun. There are worries, don't get me wrong. But most of them revolve around Peanut and how she'll deal with the whole thing. I'm pretty sure that life will go on and we won't even be able to remember a time without this baby boy in our lives.

More Valentine Fall Out

In the last week, I've either talked to or read posts from two people that were shocked at how much candy their children received in Valentines at school. As a former fourth grade teacher, I thought I would put in my two cents on the topic. All I can say is if you were shocked to see the amount of candy in the Valentine box, you should have seen what your kid ate at the party!

It seemed like each year that I taught, the amount of candy and sweets at classroom parties got more and more out of control. I know that busy working parents want to contribute to parties, but their schedules don't allow them to be there to do a craft or play a game with the kids. So they send treats instead. The problem is that when fifteen parents send 25 cupcakes or cookies each, the kids end up with waaaaayyyy too much sugar. And there's really no way to hold some of the treats back, because then you end up hurting the feelings of the child whose parents sent it. I would even make a sign-up sheet that included healthy options like fruit, cheese, veggies and dip, etc. Occasionally a parent would sign up and actually bring them, but usually sweets were sent instead. The sad thing is that when parents did actually bring healthy food, the kids would eat it! The fact that they ate it isn't sad, the fact that more parents didn't send healthier choices was sad.

The best year of classroom parties that I ever had was the year that one of my students was diagnosed with diabetes. It was a small town and a close school community, so all of the other parents were sensitive to this child's needs. We had lots of cool crafts, fun games, and healthy food! The kids loved it and the parties seemed much more calm and fun (without the sugar mania). It was just shocking to me that it took something that serious for parents to realize what junk their kids were eating at parties.

I know I've heard news stories about districts outlawing cupcakes in public schools (if I were responsible I would find a link for that, but I want to go to bed soon). People laughed at the idea like it was ridiculous and said what's the harm in a cupcake. There's no harm in a SINGLE cupcake, the harm is in 15 cupcakes!! It shouldn't take legislation, though, for people to use some common sense.

Challenge Completed!

Today, thankfully, is the last day of the seven-day challenge issued to me by Mojavi! It was really difficult there towards the end to think of something - anything - to say on this blog everyday. I think I'm just a quiet person who makes a better listener than talker. And unfortunately, posting a blog entry is all talking. When I feel like I have something to contribute to a conversation with someone, I'm more than happy to do so. I would really like to treat blogging the same way. When I feel that I have something worthwhile to say, I'll post an entry. Otherwise, just assume that not much is going on!

Thank Goodness for Saturday

Chocolate Covered Peanut and I had a fun day visiting my grandma and parents today, like we do every Saturday. My grandma just turned 90, and while I'm sure she's got many more feisty years ahead of her I do appreciate every visit. CCP loves to visit my parents' house as they have a huge stash of toys saved from my brother and I. She can busily play there for hours each week just because it's all new and different from what she has at home everyday. That's fine by me because I can park my pregnant butt in the recliner and let Grandma and Grandpa entertain her. It is disappointing, however, that she is not the least bit interested in carrying on my tradition of trolling the mall or other stores on Saturdays with my mom. Ask CCP to go to the mall for some shopping and you will get a firm NO in response. It breaks my heart, but she is her father's daughter.

Today the oil light on my car came on as we were driving to my parents' house. Yes, Hot Chocolate is an automotive technician, and no he did not change my oil when he was supposed to about 4,000 miles ago. As I was checking the oil level and adding a couple more quarts, CCP was carefully supervising me and reminding me of what Daddy had said to do. Again, her father's daughter!!!

No News is Good News

Not much to share today. I passed the blood test, so no new dietary restrictions. My sweet tooth is oh so grateful. I celebrated by purchasing a shopping bag full of half-off chocolate at Target!

Valentine, Shmalentine

If there were an Ebenezer Scrooge for Valentines Day, I think I would be the perfect candidate. Granted, it is much more fun now that I have a child to share it with. But the painful memories go way back to middle school. Grade school Valentine Days were still great fun, exchanging Valentines with classmates, seeing who would make the coolest mailbox for them, and having a fun party courtesy of the room mothers. But once puberty hit, Valentines Day was the cruelest day of the year. I was always the awkward nerdy girl in school - boys loved me if I had the right answer for their homework assignment, but their interest didn't go much beyond that. So seeing all of the popular girls getting roses and gifts from boy after boy did little to boost my self-esteem. My parents always went out of their way to give me a nice gift and card, but I was too deep in my own pity party to appreciate it. The misery just continued through high school, college, and my professional life. Even now that I'm married, my husband is not very sentimental and doesn't do much to acknowledge the day. Fortunately now I'm old enough and wise enough (ha, ha) to realize that it's just another day and has little significance in the big picture. I've always had plenty of people around me that I love dearly and who love me and appreciate me - that matters so much more than roses from a boy!

PS The only thing I REALLY enjoy about Valentines Day is the half price chocolate the day after! Meet me at Target tomorrow morning!

It's Over!

The four hour blood glucose ordeal is over! I still don't know the results, but I'm just glad it's done. Once I got past the first hour or so, it really wasn't bad at all. I discovered that reading made me sleepy and nauseous, but luckily I took another project along to pass the time. A huge box of photos and empty photo albums finally made each other's acquaintance and are now getting along quite well! As guilty as I feel admitting it, having toddler-free time to accomplish something was wonderful! When I took this test while pregnant with Chocolate Covered Peanut, I took just a book and a magazine. This time, I took books, magazines, newspapers, and the photo project (yes, easily half of my bedroom clutter). Can you tell how much more I value free time now than I did three years ago?

Not Much to Say

Obviously, I'm only posting tonight because Mojavi challenged me to post for seven days straight. I'm suffering a slight depression due to my fasting for the blood test - I really wanted a brownie after dinner, but decided it wasn't worth the risk of messing with my blood sugar. It will be nice to get tomorrow over with!

On a more positive note, Hot Chocolate did an excellent job of dealing with Chocolate Covered Peanut's tired bedtime meltdown tonight. I think he's realizing just how freaked out I am over the two nights that I'll spend without her while I'm in the hospital. I'm sure that when the time comes he will step up to the plate and be the epitome of patience, but it's nice to have the chance to see it beforehand.

Also, I just watched this week's episode of October Road while walking on the treadmill (that's got to be good for blood sugar levels, right?). That show gets more and more melodramatic and cheesy every week. Yet, that big hunk of man, Eddie Letekka, keeps me coming back for more! I'm telling you, he would waste any of those Jack's Big Music Show guys in a game of Hot or Not (that will only make sense to the only two people that will read this).

Little Miss Whinypants

Is it the curse of the sweet tooth or just plain rotten luck? I freaking failed my blood glucose test AGAIN!! I was soooooo careful to consume NO carbs last night or all day today leading up to the test. I don't know if that actually helps, but I figured it couldn't hurt. This, of course, means that I have to go for the three hour glucose tolerance test (which is a misnomer because it actually takes four hours) next week. I had to do the same thing while pregnant with Chocolate Covered Peanut, and it was a complete waste of time because the results came back normal. I'm sure it will be fine this time, too, but I can't risk skipping the test (even though I have to admit I'm tempted) and then having gestational diabetes. I'm trying to look at the bright side and think about how many of my past due magazines I can read while getting stabbed by needle after needle, drinking NASTY bottles of liquid, and waiting, waiting, waiting. But really, is there a bright side? I know, those cuddly little newborns are SO worth all the suffering and sacrifice. But seriously!

PS Thank you, Mojavi, for the adorable profile to the right! As I look at that, I realize that the theme of this blog could have a lot to do with my current situation!!

Elmo Mania!

Finally, the long awaited day arrived yesterday! Chocolate Covered Peanut, Hot Chocolate, and I went to see the Sesame Street Live production of When Elmo Grows Up. CCP was very excited in the days leading up to the big day, but I don't think she had any idea what she was truly going to see. It was an awesome show! Well worth the ridiculous amount of money we spent between tickets, service fees, parking, and concession stands. When the show started and all of CCP's favorite tv friends appeared on stage, she couldn't stop pointing and exclaiming, "Elmo, Elmo!" And the moment he left the stage (every time he left the stage), she demanded that he return. Oddly enough, she was almost equally enamored of Oscar the Grouch. She loved finding Oscar and his trash can as they moved about the stage for each number. And she thoroughly enjoyed his song "I Love Trash."

The show was the perfect length and included an intermission. The most amusing part for me was the fact that vendors sold huge Elmo helium balloons at intermission (with no weights on the ends of the strings). I don't know how expensive they were, but I'm sure it was outrageous. I couldn't wait to watch and see how many of those balloons ended up hundreds of feet above our heads! Shockingly, I only saw one by the end of the show. Thank goodness CCP is still too young to demand one of her own!

I think the best part of the whole afternoon for me was watching CCP's face during the show. I'd been looking forward to that ever since I bought the tickets (yes, the DAY they went on sale), and I wasn't disappointed. Being able to make her so happy nearly had me in tears. The only thing that held them back was the fact that Hot Chocolate would be very perplexed as to why Sesame Street Live was moving me to tears. I'm not sure if CCP will remember that day as she gets older, but the joy on her face will stay with me forever. I know a lot of people spend their kids' baby and toddler years wishing that they were older and in school. I don't think I've done that once (unless it was regarding sleep). I have savored every cuddly, difficult, tearful, and joyful moment of CCP's two years, and I hope I'll do the same for her brother. These years go too fast, so I'm doing my best to keep my eyes wide open and live in the moment.

Have Toddler, Will Travel

I can't believe I've actually made it to the day that Chocolate Covered Peanut will tolerate a two hour car ride in peace! Hot Chocolate is from a town two hours away, and I lived there for nearly ten years, too. So we like to take fairly frequent trips back to visit friends and family. That is, until the travel-hating CCP came along. I still remember the first trip I took when she was only a month or two old. She slept little, cried a lot, and we stopped nearly every thirty minutes to nurse because that was the only thing that made the screaming stop. A two hour trip quickly turned into a three or four hour ordeal. A twenty minute trip across town to the grocery store was excruciating, too, but at least it was short! Our trip to celebrate Christmas yesterday with HC's family (yeah, I know, why bother this late?) was so blissful, I almost forgot she was in the car with us. And now, I only have three short months to enjoy it before the next chocolate-covered-car-hater comes along to spoil the trips! Technically, that's probably only two months because I really shouldn't stray that far from home the last month of pregnancy.

The Christmas celebration itself was a little less peaceful. HC's immediate family has a real talent for drama and sucking everyone else into it. HC's sister has been stirring up a lot of it recently and unfortunately HC has been the focus. Anyhow, she and I ended up buying the same gift for their mother. I knew this ahead of time, but I bought it first and figured their mom could choose to either return one or keep both based on her needs and taste. When the mother-in-law opened both gifts and the sister-in-law realized that I hadn't returned the one I bought, she was seething! At least now she can focus on how much she hates me rather than create more problems for HC. The drama in that family is ridiculous. I just hope that I can keep my kids ignorant of it as much as possible.

The Hottest Ticket in Town

During a playdate at a friend's house today, a commercial came on tv for the Sesame Street Live show coming to town next month. As one of my friends commented that she was considering buying tickets, I proudly exclaimed that I purchased mine the DAY they went on sale!! Those are words that I never thought would leave my lips (at least not pertaining to Sesame Street Live). Granted, my daughter will be thrilled out of her gourd to see Elmo and all of the Sesame Street characters IN PERSON! and right in front of her on stage. But, I have a feeling that I've crossed the line from laid-back, reasonable adult to the slightly scary mommy that everyone avoids and who can't carry on a conversation that doesn't include the word Elmo. Yikes!

Normally, I would consider spending this much money on one afternoon's entertainment overly extravagant. But I just can't resist the look that I know will be on my daughter's face when we get there and the show starts. That's a memory that I'll treasure for a lifetime and I hope she'll remember years down the road, too. Plus, the show is several days after my birthday, so this will be my only birthday present this year (another thing I never thought I would be happy to say).

And what would the high school me think of the mommy me now? That girl that bought her tickets to Bon Jovi, Cinderella, Van Halen, and Poison the DAY they went on sale? Or even the twenty-something me who sneaked online at school (in every spare moment that my students would allow) to get the BEST seats to the Dixie Chicks show? I have a feeling that both of those me's would be shaking their heads sadly at how completely uncool I've become. But that's okay, because the cool ship sailed into the sunset two years ago when I fell hopelessly and forever in love with a screaming little bundle of pink.

Germs, Germs Go Away!

I'm sure anyone reading this already knows, but the new chocolate covered confection that we're expecting in April is going to be a boy. Chocolate Covered Peanut is a girl and had the most adorable girly baby clothes. That was back in the day when I chose what she would wear each day and she didn't have the ability yet to argue or fight it. When I was pregnant with her and shopped for girly clothes, I always said a silent grateful prayer that I didn't have to shop on that bland looking blue side of the store. But now that I am shopping on the bland side, I'm discovering that boy clothes can be cute, too! A good friend passed on a lot of boy clothing that her son wore, and it's all so cute! It's not all "little slugger" stuff - not that there's anything wrong with that (I'm just not particularly athletic and we're not a huge sports family).

Today was also an awesome day because Chocolate Covered Peanut had a playdate with another toddler her age and actually played WITH him!! So many playdates are spent with her on my lap clinging to me, wanting me to follow her everywhere. Today she actually left my lap and interacted with her friend. And as a bonus, there were very few arguments over toys!

Later in the afternoon, I went to teach my Spanish class (I teach Spanish enrichment lessons in daycare centers for a few hours each week). I inwardly cringed as I picked up one little boy from his classroom and he informed me (while spewing phlegm and germs) that he has a bad cough. Ugh!!! I spent the entire holiday season sick with one form of virus after another. Now that I'm finally feeling normal again I'd like to keep it that way. But there's no polite way to ask an adorable three year old not to breathe on you! If you can think of one, please let me know because this is a constant problem.

What to say, what to say??

Please excuse me while I take some time to think of something clever and witty to write. This blogging thing is new to me. Special thanks to Mojavi (I know I should link to her blog here, but I don't know how yet) for the excellent design! And big thanks also to Cagey (same link problem) for the encouragement and peer pressure to join the blogging world!

wait...

i just thought of something... you can figure out bloglines... and teach people english... and create a will.. but not a blog???? I think you were just chicken! lol

what a sucker I am!!