Showing posts with label random confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random confessions. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2008

10 things I dislike

a la Meagan...
  1. Tuna fish
  2. Horizontal stripes on pregnant women
  3. Sweating
  4. The Honda Element
  5. Cleaning the bathtub
  6. Scientology
  7. Salmon
  8. Paris Hilton
  9. Baking soda toothpaste
  10. Shari Lewis & Lamb Chop

Monday, March 10, 2008

Random confession

I don't really like boys. I've always thought they were loud, weird, gross, and wore ugly clothes. I absolutely didn't want to have one. And this was my primary motivation for finding out what I was having in my ultrasound 3 years ago. I wanted time to adjust if I was having a boy and emotionally prepare. After we saw the teeny peeny, I was really glad I did it. And we immediately went out to Janie & Jack to look for cute clothes.

So 3 years later...I LOVE having a boy! There are a lot of ugly clothes. But there are a lot of really cute clothes too. And while all of the other fears are basicaly true, they also love their mamas like crazy, are sweet, and crazy low-maintenance. You've got to appreciate that...

I will admit, Josh is suddenly louder and weirder than he has been. So maybe it's still coming. We watched my 13-year old nephew a few times and it basically scared the crap out of me. But then, that's why we get them as infants, isn't it? We have years and years for them to grow on us, so that by the time they're gross and loud and eat like pigs, we love them so much that we don't mind it.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Random confession

Another random confession for you.

Did you ever notice how almost every highway exit in Ontario says "centre-ville" on it, in addition to whatever city the exit is for?

When I was little, I used to think that in the middle of Ontario there was a city called Centerville, and all roads literally led to it.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Random confession

Once I used a Windex wipe on Josh's rear end because he pooped in the car and I ran out of wipes.