All Hail Friday Mish Mash

I saw an ad online encouraging you to speak to your children now about underage drinking. There is a little girl in the ad, approximately 11 or 12 with braided piggy-tails staring off into space as she stirs her martini with her toothpick of olives. Believe me when I say that underage drinking is a major problem. But a martini? Don't you think a can of Natural Light or a bottle of Boone's Farm would be a little more the pre-teens speed for their drink of choice? Is this kid from Manhattan? In Faux-British accent: "Oh father wont mind of I borrow a sip or two of his Beefeater will he mother?"

Happy Haiku Friday to everyone-

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Sleepwalking husband

Just trying to save the baby

Come back to bed dork

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Late night hootie owl

Better than the goat noises

Only wanted sleep

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CSI:Vegas

Grissom you are a hot nerd

Got a thing for you

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RPNC weigh-in: 190.5 -- not bad for someone who had a bag of candy for breakfast (but it was a small bag!).

Ava has a doctor appointment in Atlanta today. We are going to speak to a plastic surgeon about removing her skin tags on her ear. Although, we've decided that we are not going to remove the tags UNLESS they are interfering with her hearing (which they are not) or there is a specific advantage to doing this procedure now instead of letting her make the decision later. They are a part of her identity, they are a part of the special little baby we love so much. They are something I would totally pierce if they were mine!

Of course, the only real reason we are going is if we don't get the referral from the insurance company now and complete all the rigmarole they set forth, then they will give us the poo-poo face at the doctor's office and the insurance company. So, hold that hoop steady cause here I come!

And did you know that there is only ONE pediatric certified plastic surgeon within 100 miles of where I live? I guess there isn't much call for toddler cheek implants and baby-botox these days. What is the world coming to?

--The Milk Maid says goobeldy goop and chimichurri.

The "I'm Not Missing" Friday Mish Mash

It's been a busy day so far... my dad decided to take me shopping for Christmas ornaments. Before you scratch your head raw over that one-- he is looking for wholesale ornaments for a large company for their employee Christmas gift. So, since the place he was going to was close by he invited me (because I have style and taste and artistic sensibility and all that other baloney he doesn't have).

We didn't find anything useful as far as the ornaments went, however we did find this:

The Kung Fu Hamster (He sings Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting! and his nun chucks spin!)

In Ava news: Ava is walking all over the place these days. She moves a lot like Godzilla did with that stiff-legged, back and forth gate. She also growls a lot when she walks, which really pulls off the effect!

RPNC Weigh In: You gotta be joking, right? Maybe next week!

Apparently, people other than my loyal friends and followers really do read this blog (when I say followers it makes me sound like I lead a cult or something, doesn't it?). Jennifer "The Binky Bitch" at Playgroups are no place for children thinks I'm a pretty neat read! She has awarded me with THIS fine award:

I am truly humbled. Well, if humbled means that "my head is like thiiiiiiis big, dude!" then I am humbled. Nonetheless, check her out... she's funny, witty, smart, pretty. My gosh she's just like me!

Before the doo-doo get too deep in here let's change topics!...

I'm having a debate with Ava's doctor. No, I am not at a podium giving the pros of joining The Dark Side as lady doc flails her arms about trying to sway people to run to the light (that's Jedi humor, people). She says at 20+ lbs one should turn the car seat to forward facing. However the manufacturer (Britax) says: Rear-facing from 5 to 33 pounds or children forward-facing from 1 year old and 20 to 65 pounds. So, what would YOU suggest? Isn't it safer for children to stay rear facing as long as possible, or did I dream that somewhere?

And last, a little Haiku Friday (go here to sign Mr. Linky join the fun too!):

Riding with my dad-

Fast car, he can't see for crap.

Please stop, I'll puke now.

--The Milk Maid says imitation is the finest form of flattery

Mishy-Mashy Friday

It's 9am and I am already exhausted. I guess it's the weather- we are getting remnants of Humberto and everything is foggy and groggy.

Tomorrow Big J and I load up for the traveling tattoo show. There is a chili cookoff and car show and we are setting up a little booth for airbrush tattoos. I have worked on the posters for displaying the stencils for days and it's finally done. So much detail work, so little patience. Hopefully we wont get rained out!! I found out this morning they have been announcing this event over the radio AND mentioning our temp-tats! Wooohoooo!

RNPC weigh-in: 188... I found a few of those lost pounds. That makes me +2 from last week, but -3 total. That's life, ay? I did do a little time with the karate kick-bag, so I made an effort! Yay me!

Because my little sweet pee-wee Ava will be one in 5 days and I never got to blog her nursery and all that jazz (and I am finally getting pics framed AND hung up, well some are hung) here are some pictures for your pleasure!


The portraits on the right and left were done when Ava was only 9 days old. She still had her belly button cord stump! At the session we got peed and pooped on multiple times... but, the end result was FAB! The middle pic (which is in better detail below) is called "Awaiting Ava".


"Awaiting Ava"--- Jef was just welled up with tears thru my whole maternity photo shoot. He said he'd never seen me more beautiful than when I was pregnant, and especially that day (except maybe when we got married, but it was a close call there). The look on his face in that picture says it all... Sigh... I get the warm fuzzies from that one everytime I walk into Ava's room. (And no, I don't have 4 hands in the first pic... 2 of those belong to Jef!).


Another maternity session pic... I have a frame, but it hasn't made it in there yet. What you dont see is Faith behind be holding my drape (the infamous "sheet"- more on that in another blog) and a fan in front of me blowing a tiny hair in my face that was tickling me to no end.


This is Ava's willow tree. I did the whole nursery by myself- I painted everything, picked crown moulding (ok Jef used the saw to cut it and helped me nail it up), I got all the bedding and accessories, decorated it, etc etc. The willow tree is not a handpainted mural (I wish!), it's a thing called "tatouage" that is basically 50 sheets of tree that you put against the wall one by one and rub on- like a transfer- with a popcycle stick. It took me 8 hours to complete (it's over 7 feet tall), but it's perfect! And if I ever move that wall is going with me. We bought the tree before we got married... we knew it would go in our baby's nursery one day.


Ava (9 days old) and mommy. It's hard to remember her being that small (and her hair being chocolately brown!).

That's it for now... this coming week will be Ava Theme Week!

Friday Mish-Mash 9.7.07 **UPDATED**

Not a lot going on... I have a urologist recheck today to see if the magic kidney stone has passed. At the last check it was halfway through the tube that runs from the kidney to the bladder. The doc was all amazed that I wasn't in pain. I told him I was special like that.

**UPDATE**
I still have the kidney stone. We assume- they didn't x-ray me today. Doc says give it another month, do an x-ray and see what happens. And thank you that'll be a $25 co-pay. Whooo-whoo says me.

RPNC weigh in ((drum roll please))

Weight: 185.0, that is down 6lbs from my start weight. Yay stress diet!

I haven't heard anything back from where I signed up for school- I think they are most likely processing the Fall Quarter apps before they process the Winter ones. Nonetheless, I will call and bug their butts today. If I like the whole school thing then I am seriously considering going back after I get my phlebotomy certificate and go for my Practical Nursing Degree. At least with something like that I can take care of Jef down the road when he needs it.

Ava has become a fantastic mimic of words. She is trying to say: Thank you, sissy and Faith (which sounds like Ace), and kitty. She can already say dada, mumum, cat, dog, doe (whatever that means- she says it a lot), no, and booboo (boobie!).

Anybody else love bunk beds?

--The Milk Maid says don't jump on the bed when there is a low ceiling

RPNC Weigh-in and Mish-Mash

It's Rollie Pollie Ninja Chub Weigh-in day (already?!).


I'm at 188.5 lbs today. That's 2.5 less than my start weight!!

I'm amazed because I've been absolutely awful at eating bad junk this week and I've not exercised or really even thought about dieting this week. I did think about getting an elliptical machine, but thinking is about as far as that went. My dad volunteered to bring the Health Rider over from his house "as soon as the weather cooled down". So, perhaps by next year we can arrange that!

I had a lot of motivation yesterday to lose some weight though-- I tried on an old pair of pants that I used to have to safety-pin up that now I have to do the butt-wiggle into.


This diet patch stuff is sounding more and more alluring!

I'm not sure what our weekend plans are other than more cleaning at Jef's bro's house. This should be the last load (I hope I hope). We were going to make a weekend break for it to somewhere (anywhere!), but I'll have to see how that goes to. I doubt we'll go anywhere, but perhaps that's the pessimist in me. I've been having kind of an "Eeyore" day today for no real reason. Oh, except PMS.

Well, Ava is awake AGAIN! No sleeping for that beauty today- she must have plans I don't know about.


--The Milk Maid is sewn from a heavy, durable fabric.

RPNC Check-In

I didn't do this Friday, and I sure as heck shouldn't do it today either (thanks MOM for my breakfast PIE!):

*I'm still 5'8. I was hoping to put on 3 or 4 inches in height, but alas I'm foiled again!
*I weigh 189.5 lbs today... amazingly (that's 1/2 lb less than last week, but still more than I weighed at the doctor's office when I was kidney-stoned).

*Things I must work on:
1) SELF CONTROL!! My gosh there is food everywhere and it tastes so good.
2) Stop being a blob. No more blobbishness for you!

Gratuitous link to a fine product called hoodia. Oh, the things I'd try if I weren't bf-ing!