This dumbass goes to 11

Originally uploaded by Xose.
Holy mother of the everlasting metal moshing hair bands....this dude will CRACK you up!


Here's a shocker...teens want to have sex!

That the study was conducted in Texas makes it even funnier. Imagine that, teens ignoring old people and having sex anyway. Looks like mother nature kicks moral hypocracy's ass yet again....

Read the story here.


Random Preg-o Musings

  • The alien peanut kicks when I am listening to NPR. How cool is that? My mini-intellectual.
  • Joe'd better watch out -- as I am teaching the kid jazz hands as soon as possible. The world is not such a heavy place to live in when you slide across the wood floor in your socks and you simultaneously do and say "jazz hands!"
  • I really have no waist now. Pants are a problem. They won't stay up. Who needs a Swiffer when I have my draggy pants?
  • I still want to know: what's up with "glow?" I have not seen the glow. I don't glow. No radiance. Perhaps some bronzer will help?
  • Did you know your lips spontaneously peel? Who needs exfoliator?
  • I sing with the radio...ALOT. Hoping the vibrations will relax the AP and maybe even AP will end up with good pitch.
  • I do "baby aerobics" - which means I don't jostle -- I am sure Black Eyed Peas never thought their song, "Let's get it started" would be danced to, by a 6-months pregnant chick. But oh yes...I can do it.
  • Also, I am teaching AP the cha-cha-cha and waltz. It's good for my hip-flexors.
  • When you are preg-o you spontaneously pass-out from fatigue. Many a night, Joe and I will be watching TV or a movie and one minute I am up and alert and the next... OUT COLD. It's freaky.


Novel problem: no furniture

Well, we're at the move-in phase where all of the major home fix-ups are coming to a close (hallway paint is the last one, and I'm doing that tonight), and we're running into a new problem: lack of funiture.

Jenny and I consolidated our separate one-bedroom apartments into my one-bedroom apartment when we got married, and since our place in the District was also one-bedroom, we only have one-bedroom's worth of funiture. That leaves us with two empty bedrooms and an extra living room to furnish. A good problem to have, no doubt, but no less daunting.

My mom and dad are giving us an antique bedroom set from my granny's room at home, but I have to go get it from WV. We kind of want to lean towards the modern for the rest of the house, so Ikea will probably be our friend and our wallets' enemy.

Stay tuned....


The joys of home ownership

I know you're expecting some home improvement horror story in a blog entry with that kind of title, but I'm actually being totally sincere this time. Tonight we had our friend Julia over for dinner (pizza, as it turns out), and as I sat on our love seat watching her and Jenny converse, I thought to myself, "this is why we bought our house." There is really something awesome about being able to have friends over to your own place. Not some apartment, but your own abode. And on top of that, I got the tub completely unclogged without calling Roto Rooter. SCHWEET!!!!!!

P.S. We had our new carpet installed in the sun room on Saturday...double SCHWEET! (See photo here.)