DH found this flying around the kitchen tonight! EWW!

It is huge! Well bigger than those yucky-crunchy-when-your-car-rolls-over-a-bunch June Bugs.

It is a Spotted Grapevine Beetle. I found a good pic here.

It is sealed in a plastic container for tomorrow. I think the boys will like it. Or get nightmares from it.

Zamboni Operator Charged With Drunk Driving

HA HA HA HA Zamboni drivers should not let other zamboni drivers, drive drunk.......

I have heard of getting a DUI on lawnmowers and bicycles. But this one is new to me....
Before I read the story, I was guessing it was a Canadian story.... but I guess they take their ice maintenance a little more seriously.

http://cbs2chicago.com/cooler/watercooler_story_179120230.html

Chicken Pox - The suspence, the drama

My kids have been exposed to the CHICKEN POX.

Great, just great. Baby due in 5 weeks and we have to play the waiting game with the little red itchy dots from hell. One had a chicken pox shot, the other I do not remember. Either way, they both can still have a reaction.



I wish I could have them take a test to see if they are going to break out or not.

Just the thought of two sick kids in the middle of summer is wearing.

It is HOT in CHICAGO TODAY! -woooo

It is screamin hot and it is only 11 in the morning. It is about 90-92 degrees! No rain in sight. I got sweaty watering plants, which ended up with me sitting in a chair and pointing the hose in different spots of the flower beds. Being prego does not help with the heat, I need a pool.....and a baby sitter...

Weather.com said it is supposed to be 97 today! Cripes!

Happy Father's Day!

The boys made shrinky-dink hands for daddy to hang from his cubicle/cubby at work and a card. DS#1 was laying in wait for him as he came downstairs to shove the envelope in his face. We went out for Indian food (YUMMY) after church and DS#2 fell asleep on the way home (I love it when that happens). Now they are driving him nuts while he is trying to make a railing for our deck. Part of me says I should wrench the kids away from there and let him work. The pregnant part wants nothing to do with using a wrench and thinks I should play a game of Hexic on the computer.

Decisions, decisions...

Everything is MY fault

It seems that way on most days. Today no exception.

I had DH bring down a basket of baby clothes to be washed for the upcoming arrival. Little did I know that his method of laundry today would be dump in first, ask questions later.

He dumped in the WHOLE large basket at once(spotting a rouge neworn diaper (unused of course) and removing it) into the washer and let her rip. Little did he know there were more hidden in the depths of the clothing (sorting the clothes would have alleviated that, but I was not going to point fingers). I had no clue they were in there but there was enough in there for two loads.

I, having no knowledge of this, he comes home and mentions that I screwed up the washing machine because I put diapers in the baby clothes baset.

Anyone know if the machine is forever pooched? I suppose I could use a new washer >:)

THE GLASS THAT NEVER CAME CLEAN IN THE DISHWASHER!

The horror! Damn it! Now I will have to do it by hand.

I LOVE my dishwasher (any dishwasher really, just as long as I do not have to do it by hand.).

I have this one glass which seems to pick up more schmutz every time I was it in the dishwasher. So I chuck it back in. I think I am on the 15th time I have just left it in the dishwasher.

I opened the dishwasher door today and it sat there staring at me through possibly leftover oatmeal bits or something, defiant as ever. (I even put it in the bottom right above the jets!)

It is taunting me, reminding me that modern kitchen mechanics is a luxury not a right.

I still do not want to wash it by hand (I just hate to scrape little bits of stuff off the insides of glassware) Call me LAZY, but I am considering throwing it into the garbage and calling it a casualty of floor. Well after I throw it on the ground and dance on it with my garden clogs.

Wait, where are those clogs?

Blogs I like to read...

I do not remember (because I am too lazy to look now that I have the editor open) if I posted these blogs that I like to read.

I am too lazy and not in the mood to stick a link section in so I am going to put them here.

Post Secret:
http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

Jen's Horde:
http://jenanddavin.blogspot.com/

Waiter Rant:
http://waiterrant.blogspot.com/

I apologize if they are not hyper linked too, that would be too much work for me at the moment. Enjoy if you want. I could really drink a couple beers right now.

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Do I REALLY need to go to church EVERY Sunday?

Another Sunday and I am not feelin' the need to park my huge pregnant butt for two hours to go to church. My sciatic nerve is just waiting for me to sit in those hard seats. It sneaks up and gooses me during the sermons making me want to jump up and yell "CRIPES!" I will not even mention the dancing baby on the bladder routine that happens when I park it too long in the sitting position.

My DH wants me to go with. I will go only for the reason that he wants me there. I am probably going to go to hell. However after actually reading the WHOLE bible (since I was trying to keep up with the church thing I decided to read it) am not sure if there is a fiery hot hell place, seems that part came a long much later.

Anyhoo, it is nice to stay home and pick up the mess with out everyone in the way.

I don't WANNA clean the house!

You can't make me do it! No no no no no no!

I woke up with that going through my brain.

Staying at home, pregnant with kids automatically makes you a maid. I LOATHE cleaning and picking up stuff I did not leave on the floor, counter, bathroom, where ever......

I feel gravity getting heavier, and heavier with each glance around the room at he toys and pillows, and games left.

I wish there was a magic wand I could wave *poof* All clean!

The only thing harder than gearing myself to clean up the joint, is trying and getting my kids to help do it (since it is their mess mostly) The whining of "I didn't put it there he did!" and "I don't want to..." is worse than just doing it.

Something tells me that I may have created my own monsters....still does not want to make me clean the house any more than before though.

Mom, DAD, Let's Play Trains!

Anyone out there who has kids with the wooden track (ie. Thomas or Brio) has probably heard that phrase ump-teen times a week from toddlers and kindergarteners alike.

I liked the trains, they are cute and durable. However, for some reason, my kids are unable to play by themselves with these trains for very long. The wail of "Come play trains with me!" is like nails on a chaulk board now. I am really not fond of it personally, the playing part I mean.

I feel bad. Should I? I dunno.

I wish I could yell out "Come give me a backrub!" and have someone do it, but ya know "if wishes were fishes....."