Free Stuff Rocks

Friday I had one of my two babyshowers. It was at NHP's work place, and very nicely decorated by the one and only Irish. (thanks Irish) As much as I hate going to showers, even my own, I had a pretty good time. I was the only one not drinking Vodka punch, but it was still ok. I got alot of stuff I needed and wanted, like the most kick ass baby bedding ever made! Plus the much needed diapers, wipes, etc. The next shower will be at Mrs. Hutton's house on June 10th. Yeah! More free stuff! Besides the shower, this weekend was very busy. Saturday I had to go to a birthday party for a 7 year old and a 10 year old girl. (NHP's nieces) It was at Skate Playstation in Trussville. I thought it would be fine since it was indoors..yeah right. The girls decided to go outside and play an hour long game of putt-putt and then stand in line for 30 minutes to ride go-karts. By the time I got inside and sat down, my fingers and toes looked like plump little sausages just about ready to blow. For those of you that have been pregnant, you know if you stand for too long in the heat, your feet and hands swell. Well, they did. Anyway, we got inside before I turned into the Michelin Man and the party quickly ended. Sunday was not as bad, although we did sit outside in the heat all day at NHP's brother's house, so now I have so many mosquito bites, I look like I have chicken pox. Oh well. Guess it could be worse...some how.

Crawfish Suck

So, went to the Crawfish Boil this weekend with NHP, Zaron, and his wife. It was ok, I guess. The best part of the whole day was making fun of people with Zaron. Poor NHP just sat quietly with a straight face during the heckling. He has this thing with making fun of people. He thinks it'll come back to bite him in the butt later. Anyway, I still enjoy pointing out the flaws of others. So there was this rather large guy with a rather large hunchback. It appeared as if his head was coming out of the middle of his chest. Zaron made a comment about his head looking like a Christmas ornament hanging of the Charlie Brown tree, and I lost it. I cried for 10 minutes. Evertime I thought I was good, I would start laughing all over again. Not until the hunch was out of sight could I regroup and wipe away the tears. Other than "hunch" we saw a lady that could open jars with her shoulder blades, Jesus in Oakleys, punk girl nipple, and all the baby punkers you could imagine. NHP couldn't figure out why punk kids would be at a show featuring Jason Mraz and Better Than Ezra. I explained they were probably there to see P.O.D., and that there are no more "real punks" anymore. Only the few old school punks that are now in their 30s-40s. Anyone younger than us is considered "radio punk". By this I mean the ones that worship Greenday. We left before P.O.D or Live started playing, but someone told me today that lightning struck something there and they had to cancel the last 2 bands. Sucks for them I guess. I was already sound asleep by then, so I could really care less. All in all a good weekend. We did make a promise to ourselves, though. Once we hit a certain age and/or weight, we will no longer go to these sort of events. It's fun making fun of people, I just don't want to be on the other end of that tear filled laughter.