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Five months since my last bitch-fest… and suddenly I feel the need to come back…

So the latest news around here… next week, around this time, if all goes as planned… I’ll be a MOM. Wow.
Yah, so… I guess I kind of left that out…
In the last 9 months, I’ve found that I’ve becoming increasingly bitchier at times… I am more easily annoyed… and have (gasp!) sometimes even spoken my mind about things I’ve often kept bottled up inside. Ooops. For now, I’ll blame the ‘speaking my mind’ on the pregnancy… but I can’t guarantee that once Baby B is born that I’ll go back to being Ms. Nice.

I’ve had a relatively easy pregnancy so far – no morning sickness, no trouble sleeping… no major swelling… generally, I’ve felt pretty good.
We’re having a boy… at this point, scheduled for induction on Tuesday, May 28.
I hope that I’ll be diligent enough to share some fun times here… but I promise not to become a “Mommy Blogger.”

Today’s post was prompted by the argument of whether to post pictures of your kid on Facebook -
I don’t really have a preference… I do feel like there is a limit to how many you should put up… where does ‘cute’ begin and end… and where does obnoxious begin?
My biggest thought about it all -
My cell phone camera is not my main camera – I never want it to be.
Facebook albums will never replace ‘real’ photo albums… same with Shutterfly, Flickr and other online photo storage sites.

This past week, I bought a baby book – one with fill-in-the-blanks and little folders to store random memoribilia. It was $14.00 and I just love it. I can’t wait for the day that I can start filling it out with all of Baby B’s info!
And one day, my kid will have a real book that he can hold and look at… everything I created and saved for him… it won’t be all stored online… and he’ll know I took the time to be creative and make something truly unique. No amount of instagrams can ever replace that.
So I guess that’s all I have to say about that.

Yesterday I sent this ‘complaint’ to a friend… then I realized… if I actually took the time to type out my complaints like I did with this one… I could revive my blog! Maybe… it’s an idea.
Perhaps a New Year’s Resolution??

Be prepared….
It’s a Monday bitch session…

So – the mail came to the office today… and I went thru it all… and went to distribute Christmas cards to employees that received them today –
One guy’s computer monitor was soooo dusty, I don’t know how he works!
I saw him in the hall on my way back – and said “You got a Christmas card – and ugh, I don’t know how you work with that dusty monitor!” He said, “I’m going to clean it NOW! Hahaha.”

(Let me preface this by saying that I was in the kitchen and there is one half of a paper towel on the roll in the kitchen – I noticed this at lunch – but… I brought my lunch, and have my own napkins. AND, since i am ALWAYS the one going to replace paper towels and toilet paper around here… I decided to LEAVE it for someone else – for once.)

Anyway – he goes into the kitchen, and I hear… “Maybe not. No paper towels.” Hmph. And then he says, “Ah hah – here we go!”
I said, Can you check how many rolls are still in storage? He replies… “Nah – I got some from the bathroom.”

ARE YOU SERIOUSLY KIDDING ME?! You lazy freakin’ asses.
I will not replace those damn paper towels.

As seen on Facebook:

Thank you so much for all the birthday wishes!
I feel blessed to have so many thoughtful friends!

BARF.
Seriously? Your birthday is listed on Facebook – those hundred-thousand-whatever people (er, friends) didn’t know it was your birthday! Facebook reminded them.
I would feel MORE blessed to remove my birthday from Facebook every year, and receive the 10 or so birthday messages from my REAL friends who really knew it was my birthday. Now, THAT’s special.

I challenge you to try it on your next birthday – then see how ‘blessed’ you feel.
Or, better yet… change the date of your birthday – see if anyone calls you out.

So, no offense – but this is why you generally don’t see me wishing Happy Birthdays on Facebook.

I’ll get to the cruise recap… eventually… someday…