Hello.

Why didn't anyone tell me how pasty I had become? Since acquiring a suntan I realize how gross my complexion was prior. I feel much better now, thank you.

My picks from our netflix account have finally started to arrive. My first pick: "Amelia" was one of the worst movies I've ever had the misfortune of viewing. It wasn't the story, because I already knew the general gist of it, thanks to attending the second grade. It was terribly edited and was inconsistently narrated. It made little sense and was long and BORING. Don't waste you're time.

My second pick I watched this morning while going about my morning routine. "Miss Potter" starring Rene Zellweger was delightfully charming. I've renewed my desire to own a B&B. The Victorian interiors are so interesting and the English landscapes breathtaking. I'd definitely want a home there as well as one ON the Florida beach, or any tropical beach really. I digress. The movie was very sweet. I highly recommend adding it to your queue or picking it up from Blockbuster. I won't go into further detail as to not give any of the story away.

My little sunshine has begun to babble. Lots and lots of babbling. He has such a look of desire in his eye when he "speaks" I almost feel bad that I can't interpret. I'm very excited to hear what he has to say when real words and sentences start to come together.
He has also discovered himself. He kicks his legs just to watch them move. He stuffs his entire hand in his mouth. I've had to remove it due to his gag reflex kicking in and his sense of cause and effect not... Silly!

If the Today Show does one more segment of bed bugs I'm going to scream!!!

Gross!

Brad and I honeymooned in Jamaica at Sandals Ocho Rios. That's a story for another time, but while we were there I decided that jerk chicken is delicious. A few weeks ago I prepared a similar chicken dish that I hope to execute better tonight. I put a package of Publix Green wise drumsticks into a ziplock with molasses, a bottle of beer, some chicken stock, Whole Foods Caribbean seasoning, garlic powder, and some kosher salt. That is still sitting in my refrigerator. This evening I will bake it covered in the brine at 350 for 30 mins-ish. Next step is to pat the chicken dry and then slather it with a mixture of butter and the Caribbean seasoning. Onto the grill it goes until it has some delicious grill marks and is NOT burned this time :) hehe! YUM!!!!

"Jeggings" are an abomination. That word is like poop coming out of your mouth, disgusting! The mixture of the words "jeans" and "leggings" to express the thought of leggings that resemble jeans, obviously. Duh. I don't have much to say of the style of these silly new additions to the world of fashion. I don't particularly care for them. I believe you must possess the "right" body type to look right in them. Perhaps the same body type that is REQUIRED to look good in Capri pants. Skinny. Little to no butt or thighs. Pre-pubescent. Period. If you're a mom, you pretty much have no business ever, EVER wearing capris. They make your butt look like an explosion. Wear full length pants or longer short with a wider leg. Nothing should cling to you tookus. It's unflattering. UNLESS you are blessed with skinny-ness, then by all means. Wear capris.

I've started Christmas shopping. I have a lot purchased so far. I'm very proud. I would rather buy nice things now while they are on sale than to buy crap later because I couldn't afford something decent... Or worse break the bank just to avoid feeling like a junk gift giver. Give it a try! There are tons of clearance sales right now. And when you live in Florida you can buy end of the season "summer clothes" because we can wear those outfits pretty much year round :)

Brad and I visited the dermatologist yesterday. No big deal. I was recommended this particular doctor by a friend's mother. She gave me his name, Igor Chaplick. She explained that he is a Russian Jew, so my imagination immediately went to: Older gentleman that might resemble Quasi Moto. With a name like Igor, what do you expect my imagination to...imagine? I looked on my insurance website to see if he took it and he was one of the first doctors to pop up on the list. I called and made an appointment. I was going for a simple checkup and Brad was going to have a couple of warts treated. I didn't have time to drop Collin off at my mom's prior to the 1:30 appointment due to having to feed him and get ready (bc I had been lazy with getting ready earlier in the day, I'm a new young mom, lazy is ok sometimes.) I put on a button up navy top and shorts over my bubbly-polka-dot-ish sports bra and bleach stained black underoos. As I was locking my front door, on the phone with Brad discussing the location of the office, holding my child, I look down to realize that several of my buttons had popped open....UGH!!!! BACK into the house to find a more appropriate top (dark to conceal my silly sports bra). I ended up with a too tight black tshirt, grumble grumble, post pregnancy body, grumble grumble. We arrive at the office after making a long uturn :p fill out the forms and are ushered into an exam room. I was given a paper robe to change into. No biggie, I've done this several times at the obgyn in recent times. My obgyn is in his late 50's, very sweet German man, lo es yoga and Sting, and I'm very sure he wears hair piece. Lovely gentleman. Well after putting my blue paper robe over my teal dotted sports bra and bleach dotted black undies, the Doctor Igor Chaplick enters the room. Doctor Igor Chaplick, the young, early 30's, what some would call awkwardly handsome, tall, fit, DUDE, enters the room. Not the professional older gentleman of all my medical needs dreams. Not to say he wasn't professional. He was. But he is young. And you remember what I'm wearing. All of a sudden I am terribly embarrassed. I'm embarrassed of my underpinnings. I'm embarrassed of my post pregnancy body. I'm embarrassed in front of my precious hubby and child and Dr. Dude. WHY did I feel I needed a full body dermatological exam? I didn't really NEED one!!! I just wanted to make sure everything was ok, and since Id met my insurance deductible, it would be free. It was a wise decision. But UGH!!! Doctors should not be young! They should not be at all, even on the verge of, attractive. These things should be mandatory things that are taken care of in all those years of med school.