Hello Me

So I am completely aware that no one really blogs anymore. Well, not here and not like they use to. The only reason I am writing is for me. I just (after several years) felt like blogging what life is like now. I find it really interesting reading my posts from 6 years ago and getting a look at how I thought and what my life was like. It really makes me appreciate my life now...fo real!! Anyway, I can look back in a few years and read this as well. Guess this has turned into my online diary. So, I am still married to NHP and we have 3 boys. Poohbear (from my other marriage) age 9, Aidiebaby age 4 and NoNoBug age 14 months. We live in a house in Bluff Park where we have been for the past 2 years and I am still at home with my boys. I am now, however, making "artwork" which is being sold at Naked Art Gallery. It's a bit surreal how well my stuff is doing and I was even in Black & White this month. CRAAAAZZZZYYY!! Um...what else? My Grandmother, in which I blogged about ALOT, passed away September 28, 2008, exactly one year to the day before NoNoBug was born. Kinda weird. I miss her more everyday, but she always talked about going to heaven...so in a way I guess she is where she always wanted to be...but I still have to be selfish and wish she were here. Hmmm, well, that's what life is like right now. I'm sure if anyone else read this they would think "How dull" but it is what it is...and it is my life....and I wouldn't change a thing. (except maybe add a couple hundred thousand to my bank account ; P)

It's Lonely Here

So, I blogged last week and then stopped to wonder if I would ever do that again. I looked around "blogger world" and couldn't find my friends anymore. Maybe it's just been too long. My brother has moved on to the world of Vox, I can't find Liesl, and Frenchie, um...SoldierJunkie stopped posting about the same time that I did. Well, to my surprise, I pulled up my blog this morning and there they were. Rush, Liesl and Frenchie. They came all the way over here to post on my itty bitty blog. I guess maybe I'll try this again. I can't promise to have anything interesting to say, but hey, it is my life. If I have to live it then you have to read about it.

I'm Baaaaack!!!

Well I'm sure that you guys have written me off as dead, but here I am. Had to take a small break to do the mommy/wife thing. When I had my last rugrat I quit my job, so no internet. BOO!! But thanks to my wonderful, awesome, smartest brother in the whole world, I am now back in the 21st century. So, wow alot has happened in the year or so I've been gone. Had a kid, got married....ok so only two things, but they are big things. Man, I've missed this blogging crap. Well, that was fun while it lasted. Now I have to go pull out whatever my youngest just put in his mouth. Later!!!

It's the FInal Countdown

Did anyone else hear the 80's band Europe in their head when they read the title? Just me, huh? I'm ok with that. So I spent the earlier part of the week at the hospital wishing like hell this kid would just come out already. Monday I started having really bad dizzy spells, so I go to my doctor only to be told I am dehydrated and I have a UTI. So she writes me a prescription and tells me to drink plenty of water and stay in bed. Done. Tuesday I get up and feel somewhat normal, but as I'm standing in front of the mirror getting ready to go to work, my ears started sounding like a test from the National Broadcast System...this is only a test. I walked towards my bed and suddenly got that "Oh crap, I'm about to black out" feeling. I compare it too being so drunk, that when you lay down on the bed and close your eyes, the bed feels like it's spinning. Only I had my eyes open and was walking through my bedroom. You can imagine. Day 2 at the hospital. This time they hooked me up to a fetal monitor for 30 minutes to make sure the baby was ok. I'm not one to sit in a room for half an hour with nothing to do but stare at the walls. Not only was I bored beyond belief, the chair they sat me in was this old busted ass recliner that wouldn't stay reclined unless you put constant pressure on the arm of the chair. So here I am pushing with all my strength to keep this monster chair from slinging me out in the floor, when the nurse says, "Can you hold this monitor on your stomach? If you let go it loses the heartbeat." Sure, why the hell not. It's not like I have anything else to do for the next 30 minutes of my life. So for what seemed like the next 3-4 hours, I had my left arm pushing on the arm of the chair and my right arm pressing this monitor into my stomach. After the torture room, I was sent to the ultrasound room to make sure the baby had enough fluid and to see if he has turned. As I'm sitting on the table waiting for the nurse to come back with towels, I notice NHP looking at something next to me. I look over to find the ultrasound wand with about half a pound of old gel on the end. Is that from all the other patients today? Surely she'll wipe that bad boy off before she smears it all over my belly. NHP is quite the germ freak and this was obviously tearing him up to see this nastiness. So, the nurse walks in with a huge bundle of towels under her arm. Does she stop to put them away? Does she lay them on the counter until she has more time to put them in their proper place? Nope. She just drops them right there on the nasty, stained floor. Then, she proceeds to pull one out and drape it across my lap. More looks from NHP. Then, it happened. She grabs the wand of crap and slaps it on my stomach before I had a chance to protest. Here I am trying to enjoy seeing my little boy and all I can think about is the fact that this lady is rubbing everyone elses funk all over me. I wanted to scream. Anyway, having said all that, let me get to the point. My doctor is inducing me on August 1st at 6:30 in the morning. I'm usually not even up at 6:30, much less pushing a 7 pound human from my body. Why can't they schedule that to my needs? I'm the one going through all the pain and discomfort. Oh well, at least I can be content in the fact that this is the last time I will go through this. Not to mention the fact that when it's over, I'll have a beautiful baby boy to love.

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.

The Name Game

NHP and I have been going crazy trying to give this child a middle name. Well, he has been driving me crazy trying to give this child a middle name. I have given him hundreds of names, but none quite good enough for "his child". So, a few days ago I went online and pulled up ever boy name from A-Z, printed it out, and brought it home. With great pride in my research, I told him I had a list he could look at. What does he say? "How about Aidan Nathaniel?" Oh...you mean Nathaniel as in one of the first names I mentioned and you turned your nose up at? That Nathaniel? Yeah, I'm cool with that. So there it is. Aidan Nathaniel Puckett. FINALLY!!!