Finally Friday Post

So today I am feeling, like, profoundly exhausted. Could be the heat. Could be the very large child perfecting a kung fu routine between my bladder and lungs. Could be something completely unrelated. Could be that I turn 29 on Sunday, and things are just starting to slow down. Who knows. . .

But today I have a list in mind. Not a Meme; just a list. Here ya' go:

1. I hate to floss. My current blog title is saving Willowtree (and now me) the mental image of projectile baby-having. We hung out with my friend Kat last weekend and her husband is a dentist and I always think of this (very common to those of the dental persuasion) phrase when we're all together. Seriously, I hate flossing. Even the teeth I really do want to keep for a long time. Flossing ranks up there with dusting the top of the refrigerator.

2. Speaking of Willowtee, sometimes I read other people's blogs just to read WT's comments. And I'll send a link to my DH so he can read them. Dude, you come up with some seriously funny stuff. And you have cute pets.

3. I don't know what has happened, but I am totally not re-acclimating to the Texas heat. At all. It's freaking hot here. And (as my midwife pointed out yesterday as lovingly as possible. . .) this is only the beginning of the heat. Thank goodness I won't be pregnant in August when it's 100F every day.

4. Naps rule. I used to always blog and say I'm going to take a nap, but I never actually did until about three weeks ago. I never used to be a napper. Now I am. Don't hate me because I'm napping.

5. I'd rather be recycling.

6. My mom is the sweetest, most supportive person ever. She's one of the few people who don't look at me like I'm from Mars when I go on and on about my composting or recycling. Actually, she brought me her (rinsed and cleaned) eggshells from all the baking she did last weekend to contribute to the compost. Now that's some love.

7. Speaking of real love. . .true love is cleaning the George Foreman Grill after cooking up about a dozen hamburgers. That's love. I understand that the new versions can be disassembled and washed in the dishwasher. Ours is about 6 years old and must be scrubbed by hand. All that grease is seriously disgusting. All the while making sure not to get the power cord wet. Seriously, that's a bad design.

8. I'm officially declaring a cake moratorium on our house. No more cakes can enter the house. I swear, the last three weeks we have seen either my parents or my MIL and FIL, we have been sent home with a cake. No more cake! (Except the lemon cake my mom's making for my b-day). I have seriously gained 40 lbs and do not need even an ounce more. Enough!

9. For some reason, like, I have found it necessary to, like, talk/type like this lately. Like, oh my gosh, I am so the valley girl and my vapid little mind can't come up with anything better. Well, duh.

10. Guilty pleasure #118: Watching the Sopranos. My DH and I both HATE HATE HATE this show and all the characters. It's totally smut and honestly we are embarrassed to watch it. But it's addicting. I used to hide the DVDs when our friends would come over (especially our friends who are churchgoing folk. Okay, so that's all our friends, but you get the point). So now we are catching up on Season 6 and we are totally addicted. I am so ready for more of these annoying characters to get whacked. More excited for the series to be over. Jeez. Give me back those hours of my life! (Actually, last summer we got seasons 1-5 on illegally pirated DVD from China, and I did some serious knitting while watching those episodes. So it was not all wasted time. Seriously).

11. Illegally pirated DVDs are wrong. While I had no problem with them in China (hey, they've gotta make a living; we needed something in English to entertain us), I feel "stealing" DVDs off the Internet or wherever is just very wrong. Perhaps that "you wouldn't steal a car" warning at the beginning of each DVD really works for me.

Anyway. . .that's my two cents for the day.