The food revolution

If you haven't watched Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution, you are missing out. He went to Huntington, West Virginia to try to change what schools are serving their kids. He is trying to help schools get away from the nasty processed foods that our kids are being served daily and make a switch to healthier, made from scratch, choices.

I have a link on the right side of my page where you can sign a petition. Jamie would like to take his petition to the White House to show the President and First lady how many people really care and ask for their support.

For more details, go to his show on ABC.com or click on the link to the right.

My pants are so on fire

I would like to take this moment to apologize to everyone. I have been a bit fat liar pants for the past few months.

Here are the real reasons I did not go to/participate in the following:

Tony's with my mom and coworkers on February 6th: I said I was not drinking because Kenny and I were going to work out after I left. The real reason was because I found out I was preggers about 5 hours earlier.

Canceled getting a peel from Alison: Apparently putting acid on your skin is not good for a growing embryo.

St. Patrick's party at Kris and Patrick's: I said I woke up feeling horrible. Truth is, second hand smoke, and a lot of it, is also not good for a growing embryo.

St. Patrick's Day: I told all my friends they were lame for not getting back to me but really, I didn't "advertise" like I normally do, because I couldn't enjoy the day anyway! No green beer? Sacrilege!

I also lied to Amy about doing the Muddy Buddy this year. I avoided beer and alcohol on way too many occasions. I turned down a margarita-unheard of. Napa was a little less delicious because of the absence of wine in my stomach.

And sorry Linda, Pete and whoever else for lying straight to you face when you just came out and said/asked if I was. But, frankly, I do get asked all the time. It seems that the second someone is married, that is the only question people ask from there on out! Granted, it just happened to be true this time.

For those of you that feel I should have told you a long time ago, don’t be mad. Very few people knew-mostly just immediate family. It was hard keeping it from everyone, but we felt better waiting a while.

Due date: November 12th

Why I love kids

I received this email from my best friend, Nicole, the other day:

Yesterday Noah and I went to the dollar store so he could get gifts for Luc and Sam with his own money. He picked a book for Sam and a wand for Luci. We get home, and of course he cant wait, so we give them their gifts. Sam then tears his book apart (its a Christmas pop-up) and Noah gets upset. I say under my breath "That's what happens when we buy cheap toys made in China"

Well, this morning...low and behold, Lucis wand breaks. She is crying and Noah says "well, that's what happens to toys made in your vagina" shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the room.

The time has come

I cannot believe I am about to say this. Brace yourself people. These words do not come easy for me.

I am ready for kids. Or, a kid. Whatever.

This is the last you will hear mention of it though. I will not:

1. Obsess about it and tell everyone that we are a) trying or b) practicing. Who says we are and, frankly, no one wants to hear that.

2. Point out every baby when we are in public and say how adorable they are and how I want one now, right now. This very second. Get me one. I.want.a.baby.

3. Just because I am ready for them still does not mean that I like yours. Kenny and I will still roll our eyes at your ill-behaved spawn. Since we don't have kids yet, this is still completely acceptable.

If/when it happens, it happens. I have just decided that I am ok with it now. It would be really great to have a kid or two and raise them with Kenny. They would have to be tough little cookies though because as many of you know, Kenny hurts kids. Not on purpose, it just happens. Anyone remember Cole and the matador? Poor kid. Never saw it coming.

Honey, let’s wait another year or two

My cousin and her family were just here visiting from New York. They were here for about a week. Their son, Hayden, is 1 ½ and very cute. He is a great kid. I had to laugh though, because he showed Kenny and I that we are definitely not ready to pop one out any time soon.

We occasionally caught ourselves glaring at him, like we were thinking, “Grow up kid. Quit whining.”

I jokingly said, “Kenny, we cannot have kids until we can get a maid.” He agreed 100%. Seriously.

Even before Hayden left the house, Kenny started to clean EVERYTHING. He was wiping everything down, vacuuming, and dusting. Kenny does not clean unless bribed.

We have nothing in our house for kids. Nothing. No cute little plates or silverware. No toys. The poor child was playing with the dog toys half the time.

I was starting to think maybe I was ready to start a fam. Now I know......

Lisa, don’t worry. We really do love when kids visit the house. I swear!

I did NOT sign up for THIS

Yesterday, I volunteered to work at the concession stand at Sky Sox Stadium (Triple A baseball) for a high school here in town. When I signed up for it, it said just DHS baseball: Concession. I assumed the high school was having some sort of tournament at the “big kid” stadium and it would be fun to watch them. My nephew plays Varsity for DHS, so I figured it would be a good time to catch a game. Cinde and I were supposed to call 1 hour before to see if the specific stand we were supposed to work would be opened. There were black skies and it was raining outside, so we thought chances were slim that we would even have to go. I called-they were open. We showed up at 9am and found our way to the concession area. We set everything up, keeping everything super simple and only prepping a few pretzels, hot dogs, etc. If they were going to cancel the game, they would do so at game time. Then it happened.

1. We found out it was a Sky Sox game, not a high school tournament
2. It was KID DAY
3. The game would not be canceled
4. Since Tuesday night, 5000 tickets had been sold

One of us happened to glance outside to the parking lot and, I swear to God, there was not an empty space. There were a million school buses parked and 1 trillion kids making their way to the stadium! Cook more hot dogs! Put on all the pretzels! Get everything stocked!
We worked 9-2, but I swear it felt like 5 minutes. We were busy the entire time. And not just busy, SWARMED by wads of kids all spending their parents money to get delicious treats. Cinde and I were pretty much awesome. I do have to say that the people at Sky Sox were less than prepared to handle this insane amount of children though. At one point the Pepsi, Diet Pepsi, Mountain Dew, and Root Beer were all running clear. All we had was pink lemonade-not a best seller. We ran out of cooked hot dogs a few times, cotton candy, churros, and a few other things. Those poor kids waited in line at least 10 minutes for me to tell them we were all sold out. All I have to say is God bless the parents and teachers that attended the game with all those kids. It was INSANE.

Seriously though, it just made me want to wait even more on having some children of my own.