I forgive you

They were very good today and helped me do the yardwork. How could I stay mad at these puglets?

Why I hate Grey's Anatomy

I cannot believe I am writing this since I have long professed to be a huge Grey's Anatomy fan, but enough is enough already, someone please tell me how this show is still on the air. Sappy cheesy romances + unbelievable drama plots do not equal quality tv. My husband is never going to let me live this down since he has always dreaded watching it with me, but I have to be true to myself. Here are the five biggest issues I have with this show.

1- The blond girl is always crying. No joke I have never seen an episode where she was not either about to cry, crying, or just finishing up a good cry. I hate her.
2- "Mc"-(insert adjective)... How does using the prefix "Mc" make you hot. Mcdonalds = fat. The only person I have ever respected with the title Mc was the honorable Mayor McCheesburger.
3- The blond girl again
4- Hospitals are lame
5- The main character Gary, I mean Gray, but she is starting to look more like a Gary each episode, is incredibly annoying. I can't prove it but I am 99% sure she hates babies....and America.

Anyone want a pug?

While typing my last post, my two little angels snuck into Maggie's room (again) and destroyed one of my breast pumps. The machine was $200. I locked them out in the backyard, and they are free to anyone that will come pick them up.

Picture Tag

I got tagged by Kelly:



So here is the fourth picture in the fourth folder in our "Pictures" file:

Well, I look like a complete nerd. This is from March 2007 when my mom visited us in California and we biked across the Bay Bridge. Yes, I'm slouched over like a Grandma. Yes, I'm wearing ugly pink sweatpants. Every time we went into San Francisco I made the same mistake. I would think, hm...it's beautiful outside and 90 degrees here at my house, surely it's warm in the city. And then I'd wear shorts and a T-shirt and we'd get there and it's be FREEZING and windy and cloudy. And every time I would whine and whine, and Jonny would insist we stop at some souvenior shop and buy some overpriced clothing. This trip's purchase happened to be these awesome pink sweatpants that I've never worn since.

I tag: Lyndsee, Tasha, Wes, Alyse, Wendy, Diane, Megan, Jody, Dran, and Jonny - yes, you are going to have to do a blog, and this one doesn't count as the blog you still owe me.

The Top 5 things I miss about you

I know I swore I'd never do I cheezy post like this, but Jonny just left till Christmas (for real this time). Plus I'm running really short on blog material since my days lately have consisted of me and Mags eating, sleeping, and pooping. So I've decided to embarrass the husband and tell him the five things I miss most now that he's gone. Unless you're him, please feel free to skip this post.





1.

This is a picture of the latest candy wrapper I found that you left behind. It was in my underwear drawer. I miss picking up the litter that you intentionally leave behind in your plan to slowly send me to a mental institution.

2. I miss going to McDonald's with you everyday even though we're both guarenteeing ourselves a heart attack before fifty, but we keep going because you know that this is our year to win at McDonalds monopoly.

3. I miss hearing all about Fantasy Football, being forced to watch Sportscenter for five straight hours, and then sneakily going to check on you when you're in the office "working" and seeing you just staring at your Fantasy Football lineup for the weekend. But I do still feel part of FF since I can hear you clicking on it while we talk on SKYPE.

4. I miss doing my dances when I win at the Train Game everytime. You just really need to work on your strategy.

5. Finally I miss having someone else hold the binky in Mag's mouth when she's screaming. Like right now :)

Maggie misses you too.

Trip to Utah

Last week we went to Utah for Jon's niece's wedding. Maggie and I weren't on the same flight as Jon because we bought his ticket at the last minute. Originally it was just me and Mags going, and I bought the ticket when Mags was first born and sleeping all the time. I thought it would be a nice little vacation for the two of us. Yes, I know those of you that have kids are laughing hysterically. I now realize that there is no such thing as a vacation that involves babies and airplanes. I remember those pre-child days when I would be on a plane with a screaming kid and think, what the heck is wrong with that parent? Can't they get their kid to shut-up? Karma sucks. Let's just say that Maggie is not a fan of airplane rides. And she didn't poop for four days before we left just so she could do her biggest explosion ever as soon as the plane took off. I know its gross, but I was so impressed with the mess, I took a picture.

Luckily we survived the plane ride, and Maggie got to meet her future BFF, Maddie Rohm, who was born just 12 days after the noodle. Yes, Mags looks like a chunck next to her, and you can't even see her legs which are literally twice as big as Mad's. But she's a very cute chunk :)






And finally, here's my new favorite picture of the munchkin.

My three little babies

Here are the three little babies I clean up after all day...The pugs are usually very sweet with Maggie, but the other day they were begging to be taken to the pound. They're not allowed in her room, but I accidentally left her door open. They snuck in there, pulled out some of her old clothes from the closet and peed on them. I could have killed them.

Here's a picture of the puglets with Holly's two little boys.

High School Reunion

I cannot believe I'm old enough to go to a ten-year high school reunion. But I am, and I went. The only reason I agreed to go was because Rachel and Jessica agreed to stay be my side the entire night. Which only lasted for me about an hour and a half because of the noodle, and because it was at a bar. Right before we were about to leave (I'm saying "we" because Jonny showed up unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago and knocked at the door at midnight and I almost had a heart attack when I saw him) Anyways, Chuck Tingle showed up. Do you like how I sneakily took a picture of him? He, unlike all the other guys in our class who gained a lot of weight and just looked so old, looked just as beautiful as the day we graduated. But don't think my husband was jealous. He thinks its hilarious that I was such a dork back then and still am, and he was the one who discovered Chuck there and pointed him out :)