Coming Clean, Letting the Cat Out of the Bag and Other Assorted Cliches

So....

I'm pregnant!! Woo! It's great to be able to post this post!! I was waiting to tell my boss before I did so. I'm almost four months along and things are good!!

Right now I'm dressed as pregnant Britney Spears for our Halloween party at work. The Mrs. Mia Wallace costumer unfortunately didn't work out. Pictures to come...

Cleaning Up My Act

I desperating need to clean my house. It is a desperate situation. I can't believe it has gotten so bad. Does anyone have any cleaning tips for me? I'm talking top to bottom clean.

Help!

Bizarro

So yesterday I had just driven out of my neighborhood to get to the metro station. I stopped at the first stoplight by my house, and what I saw made me literally jump. I saw a Honda Civic, same year and color as mine, with a license plate that was just two number off from my own. In my head I thought, who is driving my car? Then I jumped when I realized that it was ME driving my car, but that someone else ahead of me had the exact same car with a VERY similar license plate. I felt like I was transported to another time and place.

Okay, I'm exaggerating just a little bit about that, but isn't that a really weird coincidence? I also think the person driving the car lives in my neighborhood. FREAKY. Just in time for Halloween.

Which, by the way, should be kick-ass. My new office makes it mandatory to dress up for Halloween, so I'm going as Mrs. Mia Wallace. I will post pictures after the holiday.

Kudos to Me

I am proud of myself. I remembered four people's birthdays this week. That's a lot of birthdays to know in one week! I'd like to give a special shout out to my girl Amy who is celebrating her 31st today.

Welcome to 31. It's good times.

You Know What I Never Understood? Menudo

So apparently MTV is bringing back Menudo in a 'big' way. From what I'm gathering, they're putting together a special 'Making the Band' type of situation just to form a new group of Menudo boys.

Okay, I never got Menudo. Sure, they were in all of the Tiger Beat issues that I collected as a young pup, but I never really got their appeal. I didn't ever think any of them were remotely attractive in the same way I thought, say, Rob Lowe and John Stamos were. I never heard any of their songs on my radio stations. And they kept changing! Once one of those boys turned a certain age, they were booted from the group. I never understood that. If you make music together, you make music together. You don't kick someone out of your group because they reach puberty.

So, please tell me if any of you listened to Menudo, loved Menudo, can explain Menudo to me...because I DON'T GET IT.

One For the Books

Saturday I went up to New York City with my mother-in-law (MIL) and my two sisters-in-law (SIL) for my MIL's 60th birthday. My father-in-law (FIL) sent us up there on the bus. He originally told us that he was going to book a show for us to see, but that never happened. So the three daughters-in-law (DIL) had to come up with a plan.

The plan was a good one. We started by going down to Ground Zero, at MIL's request. It was a laugh a minute down there. After about ten minutes we'd had enough, and we made our way to Chinatown for some serious knockoff shopping. As MIL would cleverly say, we "shopped till we dropped."

We each got purses in the shady back rooms of the stalls; some of us left with more purses than others. I got three. And a pair of knockoff Tiffany earrings. Sweet!

After that we were starving, but we had reservations for tea at 2 p.m. Unfortunately for us, it was only about noon. So off we went in search for food, and ended up taking a cab to the area where we were having tea - Gramercy Park. We found a sushi place and decided that was a good bet since we could just get some rolls to tide us over. Good plan. Two minutes after we left the sushi joint, we had to be at tea. The tea place, Lady Mendl's, was so cute! I would definitely recommend it.

We left tea and headed toward Union Sqaure. As we passed a bistro , I thought I saw a celebrity sitting on the end of the bench where people were waiting for their tables. It was Tom Everett Scott!! Nice. He's hot.

The rest of the day was spent putzing around downtown. Let's fast forward to the bus ride home. We're watching the horribly depressing movie (all charter bus rides to and from New York include a movie on the ride home) "Away From Her," which is about Alzheimer's. MIL's phone rings. It's FIL. He asks her how her day was, and then proceeds to tell her that an 80-year-old woman lost control of her car in the parking lot where we were keeping our cars for the day...she plowed into my one SIL's car twice, then hit my mother-in-law's car, and then hit another car (not mine). My MIL's car had to be towed away!! Long story short, FIL had MIL's mother's car waiting for her so she could drive home.

Next thing, MIL calls her parents to thank them for letting her use their car. Her father answers and says, "Oh so you heard," to which MIL replies, "Yeah, my car." He then tells her that her mother is in the hospital...she had been having chest pains! Don't worry - she's got a hernia and it was acting up, but she's still in the hospital for more tests.

So, MIL was all in a tizzy by the time we got back to our cars. I hightailed it back to my own car and got out of there right quick. All's well that ends well, and we all had a rockin' good time. Maybe next time we go to New York in OCTOBER the weather won't be 90 freaking degrees!

Weird Childhood Behavior

I don't know what made me think of this, but my mind goes in weird directions pretty often, so I'm not surprised.

When I was in kindergarden, my teacher, Miss Belk, had this activity where she'd offer individual students the opportunity to ask her the meaning of a word, and then from the definition, that student would create a painting to personify it. It was kind of a cute idea, and most of my classmates asked about words like 'dog' and 'cat'. Probably not because they needed to know what the word 'dog' or 'cat' meant, but because they knew how to paint a really good dog or cat and wanted to have some beautiful art to take home for Mommy and Daddy to fawn over.

So one day it was my turn to ask Miss Belk about the meaning of a word. I thought really long and hard about it. Probably a full three minutes. Then I asked her to explain the definition of 'committee.' I will never forget how surprised Miss Belk looked when I told her that. As a five-year-old, I don't know where I had heard that word, or why I was interested in that word in particular. But I do remember her explaining it to me, and afterwards, I painted a large picture of a bunch of people's heads.

I am such a weirdo.