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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

The Most Amazing....

I totally forgot to mention the most amazing parts of this weekend. First off all, the hubby took me for ice cream Friday night and he then drove to a boat launch that we used to frequent when we were dating. He parked and we got to watch the sunset over the river and fish jump out of the water and deer walking around on the other side of the river. I was just so caught up in the whole nature thing that I told him we should take a road trip up north. Sunday morning we ended up going to breakfast together and then he went to a friends house for a couple of hours and I went to see my sister. OH, but Sunday morning, before we left the house, I was sitting in the living room looking out the picture window, when something ran across the front lawn. I had absolutely no clue what it was, just that it was running across the lawn. I told hubby and he grabbed the shotgun and went after it like Elmer Fudd. Apparently it was a woodchuck and they dig holes in the yard. Well, now I know. Bad Woodchuck.

Anywho... the rest of the weekend was fun. My sister, hubby, her boyfriend, and I hung out Sunday night, and then Sarah came over and a guy that I work with came over too. Everyone was drinking and having fun. I couldn't drink, but it was still fun. Yesterday the hubby went fishing. He left at 4:30am, and he didn't make it to bed until well after 2am. Poor him. He came home, and we were sitting in the living room, watching a movie, when all of a sudden there was a hummingbird out my picture window. I have a silk flower arrangement in that window, and it was trying to get to it. I have NEVER seen a hummingbird before in person. It was crazy. I had to hurry up and get my hummingbird feeder, move it to in front of that window and fill it up. The hubby even jumped up and helped. He actually hung the feeder. We kept watching it, to see if he would come back, and he did. I was totally in awe. After the movie, I ran and got some ice cream for us and on the way I seen 2 rainbows. Between the hummingbird and the rainbows, I had a great day. Not to mention, I spent the day with my sister, which isn't bad either. Her and I went to lunch and had a good day. So, that's about it for me weekend. Ya know, how many people actually stop to realize that kind of stuff... like the rainbow or the hummingbird. I find everything in nature amazing, a glimpse of God in the world. i wish I had a good camera to take the pictures that I want to. A picture of a church steeple in front of a DARK gray cloud that says thunderstorm all over it.... or anything in nature really. The hubby is trying to acclimate me to nature, since I'm a city girl. It's fun, really.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Happy 3 Day Weekend!!!

So, the best thing overall about my husband is... HE'S AN IDIOT!!!! He didn't even go fishing, just told me that he was and that there was no argument about it just to PISS ME OFF! Apparently he likes to push my buttons and it's really easy to do considering my mental state at any given time lately.

Pretty productive weekend so far... laundry's done, and the floors are swept, dishes are done, and the house is mostly clean. Hubby even put stuff in the attic like I wanted. My friend Sarah is in town for a few days and I got to see her yesterday. She travels all over the US for work, so whenever she's in town, we get together. She was at my house until 4am screaming at her soon to be ex-husband. He rode with her from Chicago, and then expected her to chauffer him around all weekend to his friends and the bars. Ummm, no! The entire reason for them coming to MI this weekend was to see his dad who is sick, and spend time *together* to see if they could maybe works some things out. Last night, though, after he screamed at her for an hour off and on, and made her cry, I'd finally had enough of him. She's only waiting for him to sign the papers, and then they're divorced. He won't sign the papers because he's lazy, not because he doesn't want to, but lazy. He won't go to the lawyers because he's too busy at the bar or with his friends. She's trying everything to try to work things out, but he isn't trying at all. I told her to stop trying. She has been trying to fix things for like 6 months and he's completely uncooperative. I think last night she finally realized that he will never grow the hell up and do anything but be a mooch. Hopefully. The thing that started the whole divorce is that she caught him cheating.... with another MAN! That was enough for her, but she loves him and doesn't want to not be with him. All I could do was try to be there for her. I happened to be talking in the same room that she was on the phone with him in, and he screamed "Fuck you Jillian" and hung up on her. That's mature. Anyways, I hope that she's finally realizing that she doesn't need him. If anything, he needs her, and doesn't care. Oh well. I'll help her pick up the pieces when they finally all fall. Cuz that's what friends are for! :-)

Well well, million more things to do around the house, and since I'm not at home right now, I need to get there to do them. Fun fun fun.

Friday, May 27, 2005


Ya know, yer not supposed to be lonely when you're married. Right? Or did I miss something vital along the way? I mean tons of women do it all the time where their husbands work obnoxious hours and aren't home to share in every last moment. BUT my husband is never home because he can't break away from his friends or fishing. He keeps telling me that he needs to get all his fishing in now, because he won't be able to go fishing once the baby's born. Right..... I just feel like I'm being taken advantage of by him. He's home long enough to shower and go to bed after work, because he either goes fishing or spends time with his friends. Then, once he's in bed, I can't even get him to roll over and give me a kiss. I didn't think that was asking too much, but maybe I'm wrong. Now, all week he's been saying how we're just going to hang out all weekend together and do some piddly shit around the house, but most importantly, be together. Now, he calls to tell me he's going fishing with his buddies, and won't be back until Sunday... and if I would be so kind to throw his clothes in the washer so that they're clean for him to take with him. Umm... NO!!!!! It's not okay that he's going. I was looking forward to him being home so maybe we could get some of the things done that have been put off for a few weeks. It's not even that I want that stuff done so badly, I just would like to see my husband more than once a week for a couple hours. There is no arguing about it either, he's going and that's that. He doesn't care one bit about what I think. Hell, it doesn't even phase him that I'm sick AND there are a million things to do around the house that if left long enough, I'm going to do myself. Things that I shouldn't be doing, like carrying stuff up into the attic or picking the shingle mess up out of the back yard. According to him, he'll get to it when he gets to it..... well, I'll get to it quicker, I'm sure. Then he'll really be happy because he won't have to do it at all! Maybe I'm expecting too much now that I'm 7 months pregnant and CAN'T do the shit myself. It's like pulling teeth to get him to do anything around the house. I don't have a problem with doing all the laundry and dishes and cleaning and cooking.... but DAMMIT he could pitch in and do the stuff that I can't do! I'm just so frustrated right now. If I wanted to go away for the weekend, I would get the 3rd degree from him, because I would be leaving him home all by himself with nothing to do. Oh, but it's okay for him to leave me alone. I see the difference now.... THEN he tried to make me sound like I'm a loser, because I don't really have any friends around here to go do anything with... and even if I did, I'm still sleeping alone!! Very Very Aggravated!

What's worse, I unleashed on the hubby at work... so all my co-workers are now leaving me the hell alone until I leave in an hour. Darn....


Well, I went from eating only when I was hungry and forcing myself to eat 3 meals a day, to eating like a freeking horse. I'll bet my dr. doesn't have a problem anymore since I'll be gaining weight (hopefully).

My MIL just called to make me put the phone on my belly so that Gavin could hear her. She's crazy but she means well. The hubby is on his way home to pick up some more of the shingle mess out of the back yard. I get out of work early today so I can even help if I wanted to. But I don't.

My awesome buddy K8 Monster has said that she wants to fix my blog so it's awesome. Good thing, cuz I suck at this. Well, I try, but I still suck pretty bad. Oh, did I mention that K8 Rocks??!! (Sucking up, sorry... )

I'm at work right now and pretty bored. I just talked to this really nice guy in Tenessee who got the wrong number, but I still talked to him for like 10 minutes. That's about how bored I am.

I've been up since 3am, couldn't sleep. I just kept tossing and turning and couldn't get comfy. Is that normal when you get to about 7 months prego? I kept having really weird dreams too but I can't really remember any of them. Maybe I will drink a glass of wine before bed tonight to see if that helps make me drowsy. Sleep would be good, since I get awfully crabby when I don't get any sleep. The hubby knows. He felt the wrath the other night.

So, the whole story is.... we were home, and he was all ticked off cuz I wasn't helping him pick stuff up in the yard. I came out to help, and he got mad because I wasn't doing it right apparently. The conversation then shifted to how I don't do anything right, and that I'm basically stupid. I lost it at that point and was balling in the front yard. Thank God we don't really have any neighbors that care. THEN, I decided that I was sick of listening, so I went in the house, and like and idiot, he followed me. He had to duck as the frozen pesto sauce went wizzing by his head. Maybe he'll learn... probably not. Okay, well the BGS and I are going to lunch, and he's here, so toodles of now.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005


Well, after my lovely sister posted the pics, my links disappeared, and I'm hoping that they come back soon!!! I'm not really sure how to fix it, even if they don't come back on their own, I'll have to beg someone to fix it for me. So!!!!

I'm at work, and bored stoopid. I bought the Girlfriend's Guide to the First Year book, and I just love it so far... It's just what I needed as the smart ass that I am. Makes me happy. Anyways, I'm getting sick.... AGAIN! I wish I knew who the hell gave me their cooties, but I've had enough!! I can't take anything and it's pissing me off.

My front yard is finally all picked up, now we just have to tackle the back yard. Not fun, at all! Okay, I'm done rambling for now, I think.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

This is mary reporting in

This is mary, jillians sister, i took the liberty of scanning jillians baby pictures so that you all could see. Im also posting a picture of her all big and pregnant. tee hee.

Theres little Gavin!!!! my nephew!!!! yayyyyyyy

Theres jillian!!! the big pregosaurus rex! hehehe.


awwww me and my tissy!!!! awww!!!!!

so obviously, IM the one that ISNT jillian. Hi! now you know. I will now resume regular broadcasting through your regular host, mrs. jillian guymer.

My POOKIE!!!!!!

Jilly Beanie!!!:
the coolest sister out of the 3. *we both know it* and now your pregnant with my first nephew, sir gavin hunter. I cant wait to be a aunt and i know youll be a awesome mommy. You and i have been thru more shit than most people could think of, and if that stuff hadnt of happened, we wouldnt be where we are today. your my bestest of all best friends. I love you tissy and i cant wait for you to have my lil nephew brought into this world.

My sister wrote that on her journal, and I bout cried. Her and I have always been close, because we really didn't have anyone else. Our mom was quite the alcoholic for alot of years, most of it in a bar, not at home. We spent alot of time together, and got over the fighting phase rather quickly and just became best friends. She is the one that I talk to about everything and we've always just been co-conspirators, never enemies.

When our mom died in 98, I knew that I had to be the one to go get Pook from school and tell her myself, I've always just protected her that way. Even now that she's 20, I still find myself taking care of her whenever she needs me to. The hubby gets kinda mad sometimes, but he doesn't have that relationship with anyone of his sisters... and no brothers. Sucks to be him. He doesn't understand.

Okay, well, I suppose that's all of my rambling for now, I just wanted to put that on here, cuz I love MY POOKIE!!!! She's my absolute best friend. And, if she would just get over herself and go shopping with me once in a while... (she hates shopping with me).

Oh, Peanut M & M's

My new favorite food in the whole wide world is Peanut M & M's. The craving lately has been sweet crunchy stuff, like cookies and candy... Yummy! I made a couple of guys from work bring me back some candy when they went to lunch. I should probably lay off thouhg, since I have my one-hour sugar test tomorrow. I'll be fine. (Crossing fingers... don't want gestational diabetes)

My weekend was pretty uneventful overall. We had to go to a birthday party for my FIL who turned 50. Then I rushed to church for 5:00 Mass, left there to go to my little sister's dance recital which took entirely too long. That's alright though, there was comic relief.... During the very first dance, which looked like a train wreck, a bigger girl was jumping up and down doing something, and her strap broke on her outfit and her boob almost fell out. I was very proud of the big girls doing point ballet... very tough stuff, even for skinny bitches. The little kids were the best part though. One little girl did nothing except wave to her mom and dad. Another little girl would take one step, pull up her tights, take another step, same thing. Funny funny stuff.

Well, since I totally forgot to finish my post yesterday, I'll just finish it today. I have my Ultrasound today cuz they didn't get to see all the anatomy the last time... they only missed part of the heart, but I'll get more pics and another look at the baby. I also have to do my one hour sugar test and have my regular doctor's appt today tooo.... lots of fun. I took the day off of work, because there was really no point to only going in for an hour in the morning and an hour in the afternoon. So, I'm going to slack until I have to be at the doctor's at 12:45. I can't eat anything else from now until after my ultra sound and sugar test and I'm hungry already for PEANUT M & M'S. Well, I truly think that's about it for now.... I'm getting my eyebrows done and hair cut later, I'll try to post pics. I'll make my Pookie put pics of me big and prego and of the ultrasound so everyone can see.... well those who read this... I need to go update myself on blogs now... see if K8 Monster updated and such...... TTYL!

Friday, May 20, 2005


I've been meaning to post this, I got it in an e-mail the other day and I thought it was fitting.....

The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18 and came up with $160,140.00 for a middle income family. Talk about sticker shock! That doesn't even touch college tuition.

But $160,140 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into $8,896 a year, $741.38 a month, or $171.08 a week. That's a mere $24.24 a day! Just over a dollar an hour.

Still, you might think the best financial advice says don't have children if you want to be "rich." It is just the opposite.

What do you get for $160,140?

Naming rights, ---First, middle, and last!

Glimpses of God everyday.

Giggles under the covers every night.

More love than your heart can hold.

Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.

Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.

A hand to hold, usually covered with jam.

A partner for blowing bubbles, flying kites, building sand castles, and skipping down the sidewalk in the pouring rain.

Someone to laugh yourself silly with no matter what the boss said or how your stocks performed that day.

For $160,140, you never have to grow up.

You get to finger-paint, carve pumpkins, play hide-and-seek, catch lightning bugs, and never stop believing in magic.

You have an excuse to keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh, watching Saturday morning cartoons, going to Disney Land, and wishing on stars.

You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and collect spray painted noodle art, hand prints set in clay for Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.

For $160,140, there is no greater bang for your buck.

You get to be a hero just for retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof, taking the training wheels off the bike, removing a splinter, filling a wading pool, coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream regardless.

You get a front row seat to history to witness the first step, first word, first bra, first date, and first time behind the wheel. You get to be immortal.

You get another branch added to your family tree, and if you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren.

You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match.

In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there with God.

You have all the power to heal a booboo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

WHAT THE F***!!!

Just wanted to ramble about something that I'm super pissed about. 20 years ago, Child Protective Services was a joke. We as children got our asses kicked and deserved it. Now a days, I think that kids use it as a threat against their parents to get what they want. Granted there are many children that honestly need Child Protective Services, but there is also the other side of it, children that cry wolf to CPS. It's very aggravating that you can no longer smack your mouthy disrespectful children in a grocery store for fear that you will be arrested for child abuse. My little sisters, for example, are extremely mouthy. If I had said some of the things that they say or do, I would still be picking up my teeth.

Me personally, I plan to spank my children, and spank my little sisters if I feel that they've pushed too far. I don't think that spanking ever hurt me, and won't hurt them. AND teenagers who can't get over themselves and feel the necessity to make their parent's lives living hell, need to be smacked especially.

I've had an experience lately with a 14 year old who was under the impression that she knew it all, and because of how much she 'knew' ended up creating a huge disaster for her family. The worst of it, she's not sorry. She still thinks that she knows what she's doing and has no regret for doing what she did. She's also removed herself from the situation, and left her parents to pick up the pieces. The thing is, though, she didn't just involve herself and her parents, but also the rest of her family, the police, CPS, her 7 year old little brother (who really didn't need it) among other people. So, this isn't just a family disaster, it's now turned into a legal disaster and fight. I find it completely ridiculous since all accusations being made are completely false. It's going to take months to sort out all the trouble that was caused by a teenager crying wolf to the police.

I'm just so mad about the whole thing, because obviously I'm involved too. I feel so helpless because I can't really do anything, but sit around and watch while it all happens in front of me. It's very aggravating to watch someone you love go through something so traumatic that is unnecessary. I'm totally at a loss for words or what to even do.... Just upset!!!

*PS... This event also involved 10 people being uninvited from my baby shower by the hubby. Tells you just how involved I am.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Damn, I'm handy!

Well, last night while wondering aimlessly around a store, I found an acrylic nail set that you can do yourself. I decided to give it a shot, figuring that my nails can't look any worse than they already do. I'm a BAD nail-biter. I did them, and they look pretty good for doing them myself, and they're short enough that I can still type relatively quickly and be functional with them. That's a BIG plus. The hubby loves them, too. He loves it when I scratch his head and back. Nevermind where that leads to.... All I'm saying is that it's over very quickly! :-) Bad Jillian.

So, last night while doing my wonderful nails, I was watching the Country Music Awards. Reba sang a song about sisters that I'm going to have to get and give to my sister. It was very good.

So, I guess I should go for now... it's hard to type and pick wayard acrylic off my hands. It does give me something to do with my hands though.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Why can't the weekend be longer??

My roof is finally done on my house. I love my daddy! He's my hero!!!! But then again, I'm the first born, daddy's little girl. I'm sure that counts for something too!

BGS and I went to see House of Wax this weekend. Should you get the inclination to see this retarded movie, go see it. The entire movie sucked, the plot sucked, the characters sucked. HOWEVER..... Paris Hilton DIES in the movie, and I think it was well worth the $5.50 I spent to see her die. I hate that twit. She died pretty gorily too!! Very cool... I was in the theatre hoping for instant replay in slow motion. Where is my genie in a bottle when I need him? It was my weekend for stupid movies though. We rented The Grudge, which sucked, Darkness, which sucked, Spanglish, and Finding Neverland. The ending sucked on Spanglish, but otherwise a good movie. Finding Neverland was good..... God Love Johnny Depp!!!

We then ventured to a new chinese buffet in Frankenmuth. I am very leary about new chinese buffets. I tend not to visit Chinese restraunts unless they've been open for at least 6 months and keep a steady flow of people in the parking lot. So, I was leary, but going to try it. Honestly, how hard can it be to screw up Egg Drop
Soup?? Well, we walked in the door, and were greeted by a HUGE 'NO SMOKING' sign right in the front door. Needless to say, we didn't stay. I hate that at restraunts. I want to eat, then smoke dammit.

I'm exhausted today, for whatever reason... just pooped. I'm going to go to the Hubby's Grandparents today for lunch to see them, and then go home after work and sleep. I got all the laundry done, and dishes done, swept the floors and other good wifely things. Maybe I'll actually make dinner tonight... I haven't done that in a while. Shrimp Pesto Pasta sounds lovely. I'll make that for dinner, that will be yummy.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Is it just me?

Please I would like to know.... My grandmother, whom I love dearly, called yesterday to gossip, and in the midst, asked if the hubby would come over and mow her lawn. Not that I have a problems with the hubby mowing her lawn, I just think it's ridiculous that she should ask him to, when he works 40+ hours per week and really doesn't have much time otherwise. Besides, he's tired when he comes home from work. He does manual labor all day, outside, and that isn't real fair. Especially considering that Pookie lives there and can't mow the lawn. Grandma's excuse was that she works all week...... well so does hubby. Pookie only works 20 hours a week at the most, and had the last 3 days off. She found the time to come over and help tear off my roof, but couldn't take the 30 minutes involved to cut the grass. Besides, hubby has pretty much refused to help her out, since the last time she asked, he wasn't able to do it right away, so she got all bent out of shape and basically called him a lazy piece of shit. The hubby does landscaping for a living, and paying customers come first. He wasn't able to get there right away because it was the first week they were working, and he was busy. So, I have decided to go over there and cut the damn grass after I get out of work. Maybe then grama will realize that precious can do some work around the house too, after all, the pregnant woman can do it.

Grrrr... not happy!!!!

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Very Interesting things to read

Hey, I found this and you all need to go to it and read it. Its very funny, but I've been told not to click on the links that are available cuz there is a chance that it could screw up your computer. But, it's funny to read anyways. MyTrailerPark.com


Well, so we went to the hospital tour and I was 3 seconds from flipping out the entire time. I hate hospitals with a passion. It was cool though. Lots of interesting stuff was learned. For instance, they put a tether ankle bracelet on the baby after it's born and if anyone tried to remove baby from the hospital, the ankle bracelet sends an alert to security. It shuts down all the elevators and locks all the doors immidiately. Thought that was cool.

The best part of my night had to be though when the hubby had a temper tantrum and decided that he's never going to talk to me again. Yes, I already have a child, and he's 25. I find it absolutely hilarious. If he thinks that it's hurting me not to have to hear him, he's wrong. So So Sorry.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

And for my next trick......

Well, so in the realm of interesting weekends, this definitely qualifies. I went to church on Sunday with BGS because BGS must attend church regularly to be the Godfather to baby Little Nutts. We have planned to attend weekly church to jump through the hoops that the Catholic Church has imposed. After church, a woman whom will not be named, brought me her "Holyer than thou" attitude and felt the need to tell me that 'he doesn't just need to come to church, he needs to be an active member of the church'. Okay, fine, he is a registered member of the church, as am I. He has fulfilled all sacrement requirements per "Circus tricks required by the Catholic Church to be a member". This however did not satisfy Holyer than thou Woman (HTTW), who then felt the urge to tell us that we needed to be donating members, that's what makes us active members. Gee, I thought that if I came to church and was participating in Mass and such that would make me a participating member. I guess that in the eyes of the HTTW, all I really need to do is send a check in and that would assure my place in the church, as well as Heaven. I spend most of Sunday so upset with this woman, I could spit. How dare she walk up to me, and feel the necessity to tell me what I need to do. She has only been going to this church for a couple years, and obviously lately, a little often. I have been at this church my entire life, baptism through marriage. I come to church as often as I can possibly come to church, not just a Christmas & Easter Catholic. AND it's not because I don't want to donate, I just can't. I have a tough enough time paying my bills and putting food on the table now, let alone with a small child to feed. I cannot see giving money to the church when I have bills that need to be paid with said money. Besides, if I am going to have to deal with this kind of shit, maybe I should not worry about baptism so much as finding another church to attend. HTTW was astounded to hear me too her basically to shove it right there in front of God and everybody. I told her if that's the case, maybe I won't have my child baptised Catholic. She got all pissed and walked away.

And, to top it all off, BGS and I went into the church office to make absolutely sure that he was a registered member of the parish, which he wasn't. Other than being regarded as disgusting by the priest's looks, he also heard the nun for the church in the back room, "Is he gone yet?" He's a little upset that he didn't just stop and listen for a while. I would have been interesting to see what that bitch had to say too. I am not a happy camper with the Catholic Church right now, and am a little upset that I'm getting the shit I'm getting from people. I swear to God and all things holy, that if we go through all this bullshit, and they still find a reason not to baptise Little Nutts, I'm gonna freak out. Big Gay Steve's view is however, "Fuck em. I'll say whatever I want in church now, God's house or not, I'm helping to pay the bills." Damn straight.

On to a happier note. My roof is getting done this weekend. My dad and the hubby and a few of his friends will be on my roof all weekend long baking in the sun, putting on my roof. I'm excited. I'm going to garage sales with BGS all day. Should be fun. I have the hospital tour tomorrow night from 7-9pm, and then a wedding shower Thursday night at 6:30. Here comes busy May. Stripper Sarah from Chicago should be home on Thursday or Friday to go to another wedding shower with me on Saturday for one of our friends. We are re-gifting, as wrong as that may be. I've been married 2 years, her 3 (going through a divorce), and we both still have a ton of stuff from our own weddings that hasn't even been opened yet, let alone used. Since this friend is not as important to us as we are to each other, we don't feel the necessity of spending money, when we don't have to. She never calls, refuses to keep in touch, and I'm sure that the only reason that we even got invited was to make sure she got presents. Oh well, Sarah and I will have fun anyways. She has to leave Saturday night to head back home, cuz she has to work, but hopefully I can get her to go to the bar on Friday night so I can hopefully hook her up with Hot Tony from work. We will see.