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Have you ever wanted to know what the most annoying noise in the world is? (*You must have speakers to uh...er..fully enjoy).

Live and learn.

Dang Homie!

So I had my glucose test today. For some reason I thought the test only took 30 minutes of waiting. I was wrong it's an hour. So I was an hour late to work (what are they gonna do? Fire me? Hardy har har!). Anyway I'm a bit spastic so after the lady handed me the horrible "cola" flavored sugar carbonated water I proceeded to spill a couple of ounces on my stomach and jeans. The I almost ralphed as the drink is really gross and you have to drink like 16oz in under 8 minutes. It's much harder than it seems.

After finishing the drink I got to sit around in the waiting room of the testing place for a hour. Starving. As I had to fast for 12 hours. That's a loooong time when you're pregnant and used to eating every hour or so. I also got assulted by a 4 year old little girl and her retractable measuring tape. She demanded that everyone get measured in the room. After measuring me she wanted to help me knit. I let her unwind the ball of yarn, but that wasn't good enough she wanted to use my needles. My lame excuse of "Sorry, you're not old enough and these needles are very sharp. I don't want you to get hurt", didn't phase her. She kept saying "I won't hurt myself, I won't, lemme try". After 5 minutes of me trying to ignore her, which was hard because she kept stepping on my toes and all but climbed into my lap, her mother saved me. She was lured away with the promise of some gum. I did get some knitting done while waiting only about an inch of work for a new baby kimino (this time in stockinette).



I got called back to have my blood drawn which I hate. I'm not a big fan of needles. Usually I get the lady with the skin pigmentation problem. She's super nice and always uses a pediatric needle and she hums- so that distracts me. This time I got the bloodsucker that must have got her license from clown school. I asked for a pediatic needle when I walked in and she said no, then of course she said just joking. She proceeded to ask me why I wanted a pediatric needle, I told her because I was scared of needles and am an admitted wuss. I know that the pediatric needle doesn't hurt any less it's all psychological but that's cool with me. She agreed then asked what I was having, I said boy #2. She counters with "What? No girls?". So of course I say yeah my husband can't do anything right. Then she tells me that its the woman that decides. Women have boys and men have girls. Huh? I disagree (I know now that this was a bad idea) and tell her "Noooo. The sperm, which comes from the guy, decides whether the child shall be boy or girl". Then she jabbed me with the needle and said "See you still jumped even with the baby needle". Well yeah because she was aiming for my freaking bone! I think she gets her hair cut at Clown School too, it was fro-ee and orange. Steve said she beat up on me because I'm hot and she wasn't.

To help ease my pain Steve took me out for lunch to Jason's deli. Freaking awesome! I recommend the Turkey Jack Panini. Super delish and they have free icecream. Yum.

Knitting, quitting and more

My mom is awesome. She's super obsessed with garage sales. Well, this past weekend she came over and gave me a HUGE box filled with "knitting crap" her words, not mine. Anyway the box was filled with misc yarns older yarns(mostly acrylic). There are 3 skeins of Caron's in a peach and white combo, a couple of skeins of a really soft fluffy (but not fluffy like the devil yarn I have now) baby blue yarn and some single skeins in various solid colors. There was also a bag of straight needles (various metals, wood and plastic) about 20 pairs. Yay! I've been stalling on buying a pair of 13's so I can do the spiderweb capelet, but now with the garage sale find I got 'em. Best of all there was a Boyle Needlemaster kit. You know the one where it's got different sized needles and you can change out the cables to make them different circular lengths. It's missing one cable and one size 6 needle. But everything else is there. I'm excited to try it out.

Super awesome news. I quit. That's right I quit my job. This Friday will be my last day. I'm gonna be a stay at home mommy again. Which is good because HP really needs to get potty trained. Right now my mom watches him and well, lets face it he's the favorite grandkid, so he's spoiled and is allowed to crap his pants when he wants. I'm done with changing poopy diapers. Lemme rephrase that, I'm done with changing huge, stinky, big kid poopies. Baby poopies I'm ready for. HP poopies, I'm done with, gah, it's like the kid eats roadkill or something ugh he really needs to use the big boy potty. We even got him a spongebob toilet seat (which he shows no interest in).

The best good news I finally actually graduated! Wooo hooo! After countless years (I'm so not joking) I finally received my diploma in the mail on Saturday. No I'm not walking, I'm huge and don't want to knock anyone off the stage. I'm very happy, can't really believe that I'm done. Now Steve's contemplating on getting his Masters. I think he should.


PS. Just noticed something. On the inside of the Hershey's Reese's Cookie wrapper it says "Candy is a treat. Please consume in moderation". Are they trying to say something about the way my booty is expanding?