A Friday of Random Thoughts

1. My niece is turning 2 on the 21st. We bought her a MRS. Potato Head. Yeah. They didn't have a Mrs. when I was a kid. Go Playskool. It looks pretty fun. I kind of want to pull it out of the box and play with it. I loved my Mr. Potato Head as a kid. And the best part? It was only 6 bucks!

2. I am sitting here eating a plate of Tostitos with melted shredded cheese on them. DELICIOUS. Every time I eat them it makes me think of when I was a kid and my uncle would make a plate to share with me when I'd sleep over their house. I LOVED hanging out with them. My aunt and uncle were so cool, and they still are. I know that they are both very excited about the baby because it will be a while before their son has any children (or it BETTER be). Plus, I know that they think of me as a daughter. It's very touching. I really appreciate how close my family is during these type of life events. I realize I was fortunate to grow up with my family so close to me. Especially when I realize that Kendall did/doesn't have that kind of relationship with extended relatives. It's just different. And it's what I want my kids to have, hence the reason we live a block away from my brother and sister-in-law.

3. Speaking of food- I'm starting to get cravings. Just a few. They just started this week. And they're not weird or consistent with stereotypical pregnancy stories. For me it's all about dreaming of the food first. I had a dream I ordered a fish sandwich from McDonald's. I HAD to have one when I woke up....even AFTER I had thrown up my breakfast that morning. LOL! The other night I dreamed about Antonio's pizza, the place we had our rehearsal dinner. Too bad that one is 3 hours away. :)

4. I am taking the dogs to the vet on Monday for their rabies shots and check ups. Because Morrie is a "senior citizen" now, the vet had listed for a senior wellness exam. I have no problem with them checking him out. They can poke and prod and stick that thermometer in his butt. But I draw the line at their request for his first morning urine. The receptionist told me I needed to get a pie tin and stick it in his pee stream. WHAT?!?! No way. First of all, what the hell am I supposed to put the urine in to transport it the 45 minutes to the office? Secondly, has she ever watched a male dog pee? They pee EVERYWHERE not just one spot. Third, there is no way I'm paying extra money for them to test my dog's pee. He's fine. He's 12. How much longer can he live anyways? If he makes it to 13, he's doing good. I love Morrie, but really, a urinalysis isn't going to tell me anything I want to know. He's old. Maybe he's dying. I don't want to know. I'm happy right now. He's happy right now. When he's not, I'll help him go meet the big guy in the sky. Of course I will be sad, and yes he's my kid, but in all reality, he's still a dog. And if that makes me a bad owner, I'm sorry. But at this point, he's happy and I don't need to chase him around the yard to get pee in a pan to know that.

5. Tuesday we go for another ultrasound to make sure the baby is developing on schedule and make sure my cervix hasn't opened at all. I've been stuying ultrasound pictures on the Internet to truely see the difference between boy parts and girl parts. Here's my conclusion:

Girl parts look like a hotdog in a bun. Three little bumps in succession on the screen.
Boy parts look just like a wenis. Yeah. There's really no doubting it.

Oh, and I'm sure I didn't mention this before, but we WON'T be telling you what it is.....MWAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!!!