Tickled Blue!

My BFF Ely (pronounced like Ellie, it is the shortened version of her name, Eliamar) is expecting her first child, a boy, in mid-February. I have been so excited for her and her husband Brian. I was the first person to find out the sex of the baby after Brian.

So last night Ely asked if Adam and I would be the godparents! I was flabbergasted, and so honored that she would ask that of us. I said yes, of course, I would love to! She knows me and my history of churches but I told her I would be good, the devil would let go of his grip on my stomach for the baptism.

I am over the moon about this. I think it's an honor when you ask non-family to be your child's godparents, because you entrust your child to those people should something happen to you and your spouse. I think Ely knows we already love the baby as our own. Cripes, Addison (and the dogs) call Ely "Tia." They are as close to family as you can get without the whole blood thing.

Anyway, this has made my entire year. I feel so happy, just when my SAD is starting, so it's a welcome request!

Awwwww

Is it me or are there similarities? I love both of these pictures. Ours is the color one (ha ha ha) and was taken in 2004 right after Adam crossed the finish line at the Best Ranger Competition and I planted on right on him because I was so freakin' proud of him.

Interesting ... or not?

A friend recently wrote on her blog about Katie Holmes, and how uninteresting she is. I started my own self-analysis, and have pondered this for many days now, mentally racking up my own "interesting" points. Here's what I think (feel free to add your own in the comments section):

• I am a sports nut. I am a huge fan of New England teams (duh). The Patriots are a close second to the Red Sox. Not interesting? How about the Red Sox tattoo on my wrist? Could be classified as stupid or freaky, but for me it shows my undying love and dedication to my favorite sports team.
  
  


• My musical taste is often questionable. My iPod reveals this. I have everything from 2 Live Crew to Abba, and includes Dan Fogelberg, Jimmy Buffett, Linkin Park, Disturbed, Drowning Pool, Carly Simon and Billy Joel.
  
  


• Thinking, thinking, thinking for more...
  
  


• I hate to cook. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I like to cook. The cooking in this house is done by a very masculine man. If you don't believe me you can see him for yourself on ESPN or the Military Channel.
  
  


• I live for celebrity gossip. Yeah, yeah, I know what "those" people say about the gossip rags, but please, you think Perez Hilton is famous for his good looks?
  
  


• I don't like kids. I love my own, but most kids bother the snot out of me. I truly believe parents these days are apathetic and lazy. You may think it's cute your kid is tearing ass around the store, but when your fuck trophy almost makes me trip over them, I seriously would like to chuck them down the aisle. I don't like loud, rude kids, which accounts for most of the kids I see in stores, and the parents do absolutely nothing. Hey, parents, get a hold of yourself, discipline your kid and maybe I'd stop giving you the angry eyeball.
  
  


• I heart animals. Okay, it did sound kind of harsh that I don't like kids, but my heart and soul bleeds when I hear of crimes against children. When I hear of innocent kids and animals who are beaten, kidnapped, killed, etc. I want to curl up in a little ball in the dark on my bed and cry. You want to get me mad, let me see you hit a child or chain your dog to a tree. I reserve the right to do the same right back to you and see how you like it.
  
  


• I used to cry. All the time. I was once a sensitive soul. Twelve years of marriage to an Army man and six deployments later have turned my once-tender soul into a shriveled, cold heart. Ok, that is not entirely true, but I have become a much better controller of my emotions. Cry because I'm depressed? Nope. It takes a lot to make me cry nowadays? Why? Because I'm so used to being "strong". If I cried over everything that bothered me, especially when the hubby is deployed, I would be one big weeping mess, 24/7. I guess you could say I have to pick and choose my crying times.
  


• Give me a few beers and see what happens. This could be anything from pee-your-pants watching me karaoke and dance Britney-style to attempting to ride a 6-year-old's tiny bike and flying Superman-style over the handlebars. It's always a good time.

That's about all I can finagle right now. Quite an eye-opener to myself. I suppose instead of interesting, I could be classified as many other things (fill in the blank).

Super Bowl Bound

WHOOPEE!!!

Congratulations Patriots! Thank you for making it to the Super Bowl. Tom, you might want to think about a haircut, the mini-mullet isn't really doing it for me. You know you're a handsome guy and you know that we know that. Thanks.

Posh I'm Not

I tend to get wild hairs up my ass now and then. Usually it's something to do with my hair. I've been blond, brunette and a redhead. The blond really didn't work and I'm mad at everyone who didn't tell me I looked like shit, but oh well, I'm now working a reddish brown and I think I'm doing pretty good.

For the record: I have FINE hair, not thin. Fine hair and thin hair are two totally different things. I have plenty of hair, it's just not thick. It's like a baby's hair, when it's wispy because it's FINE.

So I've been really digging the inverted bob that Posh Spice and Jenny McCarthy have been rocking. Now I am the proud owner of a reddish brown inverted bob, although it's much longer than Posh's picture on the left.

I enjoy this new style, it's something different for me, who usually has just the long, straight hair that is pretty lifeless but it's hard to style FINE hair because as soon as you style it, it's gone.

Here's the hardest thing to admit: The inverted bob is killing my OCD. It's not evenly cut, because it's not supposed to be, and it sometimes bothers me. How bad is that?

Yada Yada Yada

I realized I hadn't blogged in a few days when I was nicely reminded by my brother-in-law (thanks Rick). Then I started thinking, well, what do I feel like talking about today? I've been racking my brain to no avail. I will tell you what I have done so far today:

7 a.m. - Woke up.

7:05 a.m. - Got out of bed and made my coffee

7:o6 - 8 a.m. - Got ready for work - makeup, hair, etc. Drank my coffee.

8:10 a.m. - Left for work. Adam had the day off and Addison is home with an upset stomach. It was kind of nice to feel like the breadwinner for a few hours, even though Adam still gets paid, but I actually went to work to make money.

8:30 a.m. to 12 p.m. - Worked. Was the recipient of the rest of a carton of chocolate milk on my foot. Unfortunately, today was the day I chose to wear my cool Nike shoes with the vents. I had to take my shoes off and take my socks off, one of which was doused in chocolate milk. Thanks kid.

12:10 - Got home.

Yeah, I know, I only worked for 3.5 hours, but that is the position in the special needs classroom that I am permanently subbing for until they find a permanent aide. I work 17.5 hours a week. I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

Now it's almost 1 p.m. and Adam went to get his hair cut and go into work for an hour to get some sort of stuff done. Addison and I have watched an hour of bird hunting shows and I am thoroughly done with that. Time for some Game Show Network. Addison is going to work on some of his homework for gifted so this post is done! Sorry so boring, will try to rouse up something good for the next post.

I heart Jim Cantore

Not only am I a news junkie, I'm a weather addict. My friends will call me to find out the forecast, and not only do I give them the forecast, I let them know the high and low and what the percentage for chance of rain is.

Here's what gets me excited: rain and thunderstorms on the way.

Currently, today at 4:30 p.m., I am breathless with anticipation of the rain and really bad thunderstorms currently blowing through Mississippi and Alabama, headed this way. I don't wish for anyone to get hurt, and the thought of tornadoes scares the shit out of me, but a good ol' thunderstorm that makes you think you might shit your pants is always fun. I love to feel that hunkered down feeling, that me and Adam and Addison are cozy in the house, safe from the storm. I guess since we live in Georgia this would be compared to a snowstorm. I don't miss snow, just that feeling of being indoors comfy cozy with lots of candles, blankets and good movies. I plan on watching the best movie ever (after Ferris Bueller's Day Off, of course) Superbad. I can't get enough of this movie. I highly recommend getting your hands on it, if you have the means.

Primaries, schmimaries

I have always been interested in politics, but this particular political season is already irritating me. Probably because it started LAST SUMMER. Okay, it's 2008, an election year, but this stuff is being crammed down my throat. Hey, MSNBC, take your Super Tuesdays and shove them down your throat. Bring me back my news of missing wives and what Britney did last night (besides driving around in a car with no license plate for months) and what teenage star is pregnant. Not all gossip and entertainment, because I appreciate news of all sorts, but please, enough is enough.

I explained to Adam my thoughts on all of this. I have no power over who will be the candidates for their respective parties. What I will do is vote for the Republican who is chosen. 'Nuff said. What I would like the candidates to do is tell me what they think, not what they think I want to hear. As a person well known for saying what she thinks on a very regular basis, I want a candidate to tell me straight up what they can and can't do. A good reference to this is the Saved By The Bell episode where Jessie and Zack run against each other for class president. Check it out sometime. TBS runs the show from 7 to 9 a.m. weekdays and it will soon be starting on The N.

Gotta love that huge cell phone Zack lugs around.

ADAM'S HOME!

I haven't blogged the last few days because I've been busy - Adam's home! We weren't expecting him until next week so it was a surprise he knew about and I didn't. Addison and I are very excited to have him home and have been having a great time. We have all just been hanging out and relaxing and enjoying each other's company.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year from Erin and Addison!