Smores...

Ok... so... I have never had smores. Not that I can remember anyway. It seems like every child should have had smores around the campfire (I've certainly been around a few of those), but I couldn't remember eating them.

Therefore, yesterday I stopped at my neighborhood Kroger's and picked up all the smore essentials (and some pickles... but that's really a pregnant thing and nothing to do with smore making). I waited for the sun to go down and the cold air to come through. Husband made me a handy little marshmallow roaster out of a stick and I was good to go.

My first few marshmallows caught fire and were therefore deemed unfit for smore use. When I finally toasted one to perfection, I placed it on the chocolate and graham cracker and took a big bite....

My expectations were much higher. Maybe it's one of those weird pregnancy things where things don't taste like they should, maybe it was the wood we were using in the fire... either way, I was not impressed by the smore phenomenon and I'm a little baffled at it's longevity.

Maybe I'll try again later, with different wood and different chocolate. My roommate says that the Hershey's Cookies and Cream candy bar is the way to go. I certainly have enough marshmallows left over to try.

Cute as a pencil troll???

First of all, I would like to say that whatever JACKASS decided to tell pregnant women that the nasuea goes away after twelve weeks, should be shot in the foot!

On to my story....

Last night I was laying on the couch watching Law and Order:SVU and feeling horribly sick.

My loving husband was outside in the garage, playing with friends, drinking beer and arguing about politics. He came in to refresh his beverage and our conversation went something like this:

Husband: Oh dearest wife, is my child in your belly making you sick again?

Me: What do you think?

H: I'm sorry you're sick.

M: I know.

H: If it helps at all, you are very cute lying there.

M: Really? (insert kiss) You are so good to me.

H: Yep, you're as cute as a pencil troll. (He says smiling).

M: Excuse you? Did you just say I was "cute as a pencil troll"?

H: You know, the little trolls on the end of a pencil.

M: I know what they are. The ones with the crazy hair and the big noses. Thanks a lot!

H: Not the hair part, just the cute little face. You have a cute little face.

M: Thanks. You've done enough to cheer me up, please go back outside now.

I went to bed shortly after that (didn't stay asleep thanks to the baby). When I woke up this morning, there was my darling husband. Sleeping peacefully beside me. As he woke up, he saw me laying there awake and gave me a little kiss.

Husband: Good morning, beautiful.

Me: Good morning, pencil troll.

What do think? Look like me?

Happy (Late) Halloween

Roof, Roof! Check out the doggie!

Birthday gifts

As I posted before, Friday was my birthday. I received lovely cards from my sister, mother and grandmother. I also had gifts waiting for me when I got home from work.

From husband-
The flowers also came with the final season of Will and Grace on DVD.

From the girls-
They gave me a stand mixer that I've been eying. You can picture the mixer, but the card was priceless.

Halloween = Slut Fest???

OK, can I ask... when did Halloween become a slut fest? I realize it's not an entirely new thing, because in college the sorority girls had quite the slut-atious outfits for Halloween.

Saturday we went to Hooters (yes, I know the girls there always dress slutty) to watch the Ultimate Fighting Championship fight. Apparently, it was also Halloween night. Some of the waitresses were literally wearing bras and panties with a set of wings and calling themselves Victoria Secret Angels. I can assure you, most of them were not.

Our waitress was not the sluttiest one there (that honor went to the Raggedy Ann doll with both her butt and her breast hanging out). She was dressed as Candy Corn... Slutty Candy Corn. This is the best picture I could find of Candy Corn-
Only, her skirt was a bit shorter and she didn't have the black corset. Just skirt and candy corn bra.

On a much more interesting note--- Raggedy Ann and the VS Angel were involved in some sort of altercation. I went to the bathroom and in the handicap stall next to me the VS Angel and the Slutty Solider were talking. VS Angel was crying and Slutty solider was saying, "Don't let her bring you down. Tonight is supposed to be fun. You are so much better than her. You're an Angel!" *seriously, she said that*

I had no idea who she was fighting with. I went back to my table to tell my friend about the waitress fight (since UFC fighting isn't really my thing). All of a sudden Raggedy Ann comes flying around the corner and we can see her and VS Angel arguing next to the bar. The manager pulled all three girls into some back room (where the "bad" girls are sent). The Solider came out within a minute or two (guess the fight wasn't about her). Nearly twenty minutes later we saw the VS Angel come out. Her face was red and you could tell she had been crying. Here's the best/funny/weird/scary part... WE NEVER SAW RAGGEDY ANN AGAIN!!! In my own head, I have developed a story about what happened to her, but I'm sure the truth is much less interesting.

Friday's Five Things

In preparation for my birthday weekend, here are my latest five favorite things!

1. Caramel Apple Spice from Starbucks (remember those caramel suckers with the green apple coating??? That's what this drink taste like. And today, I got mine free!)

2. Sabe! Happy First Birthday little man!

3. My husband. He builds me tables and benches and installs molding and hardwood floors.

4. Vegetable soup. I've been fighting a horrific cold all week and last night I made some veggie soup and felt a little better.

5. Grey's Anatomy. Loving Alex and Izzy. SO much better than George and Izzy!

Happy Birthday to ME!!!!!

Today is officially my birthday. It's also Sabe's birthday, but he is too young to realize, so today we are just celebrating me!

Big thanks to John at Starbucks. I told him it was my birthday and I got a FREE Caramel Apple Spice (it taste like Christmas!).