I love Fussy, yes I do.
I love Fussy, how about you?
If your answer is yes, then you better head over to her Baby Shower Blog and leave her some love. It’s the next best thing to actually being there!
She’s expecting Baby Boy Number FIVE and the induction is scheduled for May 15th.
Photo By Alli’s MIL
The Mrs. Fussypants Baby Shower blog is a surprise for her, so please go make her feel special while she is still bursting with child.
If your answer was, Fussy? What’s that? Then you are seriously in need of edu-mah-cation here. I’m talkin’ about Mrs. Fussypants, otherwise known as Alli, otherwise known as Super-Amazing, Sweet, Kind, and Funny Nashville Mommy Blogger! (She only has like, what… A Gagillion Successful Blogs? Sheesh!) Go check her out!
And if your answer was no… Well. Come closer. I have a fork I need to stick in your eye.
PS: The contributors for Blissfully Domestic (another of Alli’s successful ventures) are doing a surprise Baby Theme all week in honor of Alli! Head over and see what’s gestating there!
Let’s make s’mores.
The time left until my big, exciting appointment with the Endocrinologist is s. l. o. w. l. y ticking away. Every day seems like a year. Every minute seems like an hour in which the world is sitting on my shoulder saying, “You don’t hold us up very well, woman. Your shoulders are weak. You need to workout more.”
Tabitha D’umo looks at me from the cover of her stupid Dance DVD. Mocking me. I entertain thoughts of burning her face up in a bonfire as I dance around it, naked, in my front yard. But it is below freezing, and I can’t find my matches. Darn.
Last week was a long, long week. Lots of good. Lots of bad. We fight. I snip. I apologize. We butt heads. We talk. I cry. We laugh. We cuddle in bed and then fall asleep.
The next day, it happens all again. I just want to sleep all day. Can I please just sleep all day? I don’t want to be a human today. I want to sit in the corner and stare at the wall. Also. I want to stop having frizzy hair that breaks if you look at it wrong, and brittle nails that do the same. My back locks up and my neck goes stiff on me. I find patches of dry skin on my feet that look like this:
On the days when I can actually get out of the house (like Monday, thank you, Alli!) things feel better. The motto is, “Movement in Sunshine.” It seems to help with the Depression Symptoms. But the lump in my throat. That choking feeling. And that world. On my shoulders. Oy.
Please help me, Mrs. Endocrinologist. And tell me this paper you sent that says, “payment in full is due at time of service” was just a mean joke you like to play. Please?
Oh, look. I just found my matches. Wanna meet me in the front yard, my friends? Bring your marshmallows.
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I’m Getting Addicted
Okay, my last dose of Mommy Blogger Playdate Anti-Depressant (MoB PAD?) was just last Thursday, and already Alli (Mrs. Fussypants) invited me over to her lovely home for another “let’s see if we can raise those levels of dopamine” date, this time with bonus Nashville players! Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!
[Please, Mommies, don't stab me in the head. I know how very, very lucky I am! I am working on a MoB PAD Service for ya'll!]
I arrived Monday morning, 10am-ish, and everyone’s favorite Fabulous Mommy was looking as gorgeous as ever. And can you believe that I have STILL NOT RUBBED HER BABY BUMP? Alli, honey, please remind me to grope you innappropriately the next time I’m over. Oh, and after that, I want to touch your belly.
I got a stern talking to for trying to take a profile picture. Bad, bad Lotus!
Upon venturing into the room adjoining the kitchen, I noticed that Alli had a spread of amazing food laid out, and I ran over and immediately attached myself to it. My gluttony reigns supreme. This type of behavior is a key reason for a recent discovery of mine… stay tuned for more details in a coming post.
I had the pleasure of meeting Meredith (Like Merchant Ships). This is one smart, sweet lady. I am ashamed to say I had not discovered her blog before, but I am in the minority! She is a bloggin’ star, yo! And for good reason… go look at how she puts all of us to shame with her incredible finds and home designs for a fraction of what we pay! Gah! I immediately started shoving the lemon chess bars she brought with her into my facehole. (She wanted us to know that she did not make them, but bought them… but like I told her, she gets huge kudos for bringing them, even if she had snatched them up after seeing them fall out of an elephant’s butt, man. That’s how GOOD they were.)
Here she is, curiously close to a laser gun. I think she was ready to arm herself if I got too dorkishly spazzy. Or spazzishly dorkish. (I have no idea how I survived, b/c I definitely went off the scales in both areas. I should not be allowed out in public.)
Not long after I arrived (and chained myself to the island in Alli’s kitchen, snarling from amidst the pineapple chunks, croissants, and bagels) Karla (looking towards heaven) came with her munchkins (and brownies! can you hear the angels singing?).
And just look at her with her littlest munchkin.
I always forget how tiny they are in the beginning!
*uterus aching*
She has a lovely blog, and she makes wonderful invitations, announcements, and cards! I got to see her Mommy Cards up close, and they are really cute and classy.
Braden was, as usual, right at home and ran around owning the place. We apologize to Alli for the rifling through her kitchen drawers and cabinets, the redistribution of tupperware pieces, the rubbing of many books on the floor, and the sprite (?) on the carpet. *sigh* Also, we apologize to Karla for the befouling of her coffee when Braden inserted a large plastic cup he found directly into her mug. Awesome Show, Great Job!, Braden.
Here he tries to put the moves on an older chick. Observe while he uses the classic Ron Burgundy pick-up line, “I wanna be on you….” Clearly, it was not working.
Before I knew it, it was 1pm! Oops, Braden usually has his nap at 12:30. Heh. Bad Mommy?
It had seemed like mere minutes. When you’re chatting up bloggy goodness with a room full of beautiful, sweet and funny mommies, the time sure does fly. The sweet taste in my mouth that is still lingering isn’t from all the lovely food, either. Thank you lovely ladies for allowing me to wrap up 2007 in the pleasure of your company. I had a great time. 
lol haiku
i’m in ur playdate
needn mah medz so cud u
make me laff sum more?
I had a fabulous time yesterday hangin’ out with Alli at our playdate. Her house, her family, and her face are all beautiful! She made me laugh a lot, and since I’m still sans meds, that does a depressed momma so much good. I’m literally counting down the days until I can go back and see her again.
PS: I highly recommend Mommy Blogger Playdates. Veronica and I were thinking that we need to see if there’s some sort of Mommy Blogger Playdate Service. Kind of like a Dating Service – but instead of finding you a date, it sets you up with other Mommy Bloggers in your area for playdates. How cool would that be? Then you could be having this much fun>
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Waiting to hear back
Why don’t you jerks just call me?
I’m still feeling nuts.
Yes. I have STILL not heard back on the thyroid tests from last Friday! HELLO!? As we all know, an unmedicated thyroid problem can literally kill you, so I hope I don’t die before they give me my results. Maybe I should be more assertive, like this. If they don’t call soon, I’ll be able to add anxiety to my list of malfunctions.
Prove your love…
“…got to prove your love… if you want to be with me tonight!”
(If you understood that, you are old like me.)
My Fabulous friend, the Wonderful Mrs. Fussypants, is having a caption contest!
Show me how much you love me by going over there and voting for my caption!
Seriously! This is your chance to make sure I get a piece of her awesome hand-made jewelry!
And, you know, if you “buy” me jewelry, I’ll be forced to put out.
Updated to add: Of course, if you think one of the other captions is better, please vote for that one instead. But just vote! And check out the rest of Fussy’s page and her jewelry designs! She rocks.
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