The Rundown

Last night I was going to fill you all in on the blogs I write while driving in my car, but alas blogger wasn't cooperating and it didn't happen.
Here are the things we were going to talk about:

Play Dates
Abby has been on 2 playdates this week. One where she decorated a pumpkin with all kinds of cute paints and glitter glues and another where all the girls from her pre school go together and made cookies. They actually did real structured activities, can you believe it?! As much as I complain about her friend Rachel, at least when she goes over there Rachel's mom just reads the paper and checks her email. Now I have to schedule palydates with these girls at my house and come up with activities...any suggestions?

Baby Boom
There are babies in the air around here. Well, not here exactly, but in our world. Our good friends are finally pregnant after 3 years of trying. As my sister says, people get really myopic about fertility when it isn't working for them, and these people are case and point. Just after we had Abby they started trying, then trying more aggressively, and still nothing happened. This pregnancy (I don't dare say baby in the singular until we know for sure it is singular) is the result of 3 rounds of invitro. They talked about adopting, but wanted to exhaust their invitro options first (it is covered by their insurance). I am excited for them because they can store some of my baby shit while it is not in use. Oh, yeah, they will be good parents too. My long time on again off again hair dresser is also expecting. Her circumstances are a bit different, and I will be interested to see how her soap opera unfolds. (She has 2 older kids and had an "accident" with some guy she was not that serious about, but she's keepin' her baby so papa don't preach) I think she and I might have to reunite over my hair (she does great color, but has too much of an opinion about how I should wear my locks) so I don't miss any of the story line. Mrs. Materialism ( a good friend of mine) found out that she is having a girl so we have been talking about about buying new bedding for the babe. I am officially done with this project, anyone interested in listening is more than welcome to take my place on the Internet shopping trips for the perfect pink toile bedding.
Also, a woman I work with had a baby boy yesterday. When I asked who he looked like she said a raisin. When I asked how he was doing she said she hadn't seen him yet today (this was at about 11am) because she had asked the nurses to keep him in the nursery. This relationship between mother and child does not seem to be getting off to a good start.

The King of 90%
Tim is on the list this week and his prospects for getting off just seem further and further away. He is physically incapable of completing a project and I am beginning to resent this about him.
Here are some of the things that are 90% finished in my house (in no particular order):
My computer is missing a side cover, I am unclear why, but he is going to "get to it"
The bills- there are 3 left that need to be dealt with and they stare at me everyday. He made a production of taking care of it because I forgot to mail one thing last month and so I am hands off, but it is killing me
The Great Basement Cleanup- about a month ago (actually over a month ago) we decided to revamp the basement. I have cleaned up and out all areas pertaining to me and the Ladies and it is still a disaster area. If I have to watch him blow up trolls on his computer one more night this week while this shit piles up more I may hurt him.
The Garage- if you have ever been to my house you understand
I really could list about a million things about him that make me want to scream, but I won't bore you with the details. I will just let them fester and burn my soul until I can no longer contain them and he turns up missing. Then they will find him choking on all his papers and the crap that he leaves laying around the house with the dishes that her never puts in or takes out of the dishwasher broken over his skull.

My Car
Everytime I sit down to blog I get crabby because it is never as good as the blog I write in my car. Can we do something about that?

I think that about sums up what has been happening here. Nora went to the doctor this week and weighs 22 and one half pounds. The doctor also confirmed that she did in fact get cuter since the last he saw her. Just as I suspected....