Pitty-Potty-Party

This guest post comes from Jess or Jessi if you aren't her true friend. Just kidding. Jessi has been a good friend of Lisa's for like, ever. More than 10 years. They've been pregnant together 2 times and are pretty much awesome together. Jess is a model, a mom and more! A model mom? We are so lucky and privileged to hear from her. You can hear more stories like this from her over at The Fox Thoughts.


1- Do you sneeze and pee your pants? (even if you cross your legs to "hold it")
2- Do you cough and pee?
3- Do you laugh and pee a little?
4- Do you yell at your child, animal, TV or any technology, etc and you still pee?



                                      (Isn't that picture funny? I couldn't resist posting!)

Well.... if you answered yes to any of the above you must be pregnant and you are entitled to a freaking pitty-potty-party!! If you haven't, well then you are just one of the lucky ones.

As a teenager, I would listen to my mom's friends and my grandma talk about their pregnancy nightmares. My jaw would always drop when they would talk about peeing themselves. Are you effing kidding me? This really happens? I always worried about this because I have a pea-sized bladder. Then it happened. I was pregnant with my first son (third trimester if that matters) while at work when a lovely sneeze attack hit me...I felt my bladder weaken with each sneeze... "Oh shit! Did I just pee or ....?!" I looked down and faced a nightmare. Yes, I did just pee myself while at work. Being the only one there, I couldn't leave. I called my super sister and luckily, she came to my rescue with some fresh panties, pants and some chocolate. I love her. And she still reminds me of this. Isn't she sweet? LOL

A few weeks ago, I woke up with horrible congestion and a chest cold. I couldn't breathe. I'd sniff the little snotties and tinkle... and then cough and tinkle again...sneeze and tinkle ... Ugh. I messaged Lisa. "Seriously, does this happen? Or am I just a freak?" Lol So funny. Whenever I sneeze, cough, laugh, yell, or even drive over the bumps in the road, it's followed by a loud "dammit to hell!" my sweet lover will ask, "What's wrong? Did you pee again?" Ughhh. So embarrassing and awkward. My little baby likes to kick and punch my bladder which also makes me pee. This never ends.

I assure you, you are not a freak. Pee happens! On a good note, I've become a cold blooded bathroom hunter no matter the location. I can spot the 'Restroom' sign from across the store. That's talent. I am learning to control when I choose to yell at my almost 5 year old. Yelling = peeing. You can do Kegals to help with this glamorous gift of pregnancy.

If you pee yourself, eat some chocolate, drink your favorite soda, change your panties, and know that we all do this at some point. :)

                                                There ain't no shame in my game! Ha ha!

Baby #2 is....

So this is my news for the day!
(Jaime's news)

How To: Not _________ Your Family

The overwhelming desire to run walk hobble out my front door has almost completely taken over. I can't do it. I honestly cannot even face another day like this one.

It takes me 30 minutes PER KID to get them ready. That's not including myself. Let me tell you about this day today. Well no, I'll just tell you that we got the oldest child ready with underwear, pants, shoes AND socks on. And a shirt of course. 1 minute (no exaggeration) later, he peed his pants. It was 12 o'clock. WE have to leave at 12 to get him to school on time. So that was exciting.

Even before this, The Girl Child was having a good time pouring water back and forth between my fancy Ziploc plastic containers. I was sitting here watching her as she walked from the kitchen into the living room to put some water in a different plastic container. After she spilled the whole way, I asked her not to do that again. She DELIBERATELY looked at me as she walked (watching me and NOT where she was going) back to the kitchen spilling again. With a giant mischievous smile on her face.

The Girl Child was nice enough to get her brother a doughnut when we went to Safeway to pick up a prescription for my burning bladder. So we left the store and were driving home and I turned around and saw 2 doughnuts with the chocolate eaten off the top. Her brother wasn't in the car.

Tonight The Boy Child peed his pants again and The Girl Child drew on the wall with a king size Sharpie permanent marker. You might think it's funny but it just makes me cry.

And I'm gonna do this again?

Right.

Can you please buy me one of these? It would make me feel A LOT better.

Repeat C-Section or VBAC? It's Your Choice, Not "Theirs"

This will be a serious one.

I posted this link today on Facebook and so far have only had 1 comment. Not that I think I'm exceptionally popular or what-not but I thought for sure it'd start some more discussion. Then I got to thinking (and really over-analyzing) and decided that I bet most of my friends are scared, just like this article talks about. Go read it if you haven't already.

My hubby and I were talking about it a little bit and he brought up such a great point after I said something about how society gives women who choose a ERCS (elective repeat cesarean sections) such a hard time for choosing that versus a VBAC (vaginal birth after c-section) or sometimes called a TOLAC (trial of labor after C-section). Then he said, "But society gives women who choose the opposite a really hard time too" (speaking of home births). It kind of stopped me in my tracks. It's absolutely true.

Having had a C-Section (for a brow presentation baby, among other things) and then having a vaginal birth successfully, and NOW being pregnant once again, I'm being faced with a decision once again. Although a different kind of one. We're adding in the home birth choice too!

It's still SO hard for me to decide what to do. I've had a lot of pain this time around and am somewhat tired of it. I've thought about a C-section. After all, who would or could blame me? I'm STILL considering a home birth versus a hospital birth. Technically I'm not even a good candidate for a home birth because of the VBAC and I'll have to do it under the table so to speak. Which is lame. The midwife in my area is not allowed to see me as a patient if she knows I've had a VBAC. There are laws against it. REALLY? there are laws against my choice in how to birth? I'm an angry mama which is not good for me or my baby. lol

At my most recent doctors appoinment I had to sign my TOLAC waiver with all the risks and warnings of doing a VBAC. I can't wait to show it to you. Towards the bottom I had to initial such statements as, "I understand that having a VBAC presents less risk than a ERCS" And, "I understand that I am more likely to have success with a VBAC than a ERCS" and "I understand that that risk of uteren rupture is less than one percent" and "I understand that recovery will be less complicated with a VBAC than that of a ERCS". Just so you know, 60-80% of VBACs are successful [1].

That made me feel happy. And sad too because I sometime think we skip the fine print of all this ERCS versus VBAC. And that is, information! And options!

I'm not going to sit here and try and convince you to change your mind about either choice. I just want women to be informed! I mostly want women to realize that if they are seeing a doctor who refuses to do VBACs or lives near a hospital that won't do them either, that their choice as birthing woman is being taken away! The American College of Obstetrics and Gynecology (ACOG) has issued guidelines stating that "[2]it “should be attempted in institutions equipped to respond to emergencies with physicians immediately available to provide emergency care.”[3] In practice, this translated into 24-hour in-house anesthesia and OB coverage, a requirement that often only large, tertiary hospitals could guarantee." Therefore many hospitals, including the one I live near have chosen to not to offer the option of it! In fact, after I visited my local hospital for the first emergency visit I had, I called the hospital to ask if they deliver VBACs there. The nurse i spoke to said this, "I haven't seen a VBAC here in at least 16 years.". I then called a doctor in the area and at first was told that no, this doctor did not deliver VBACs. I then added that I have already had a successful one. She put me on hold and after several minutes came back on the line and said, "Yes, he'll see you as a patient if you've had a previous successful VBAC" then added that I'd need to come in to be seen first.

The second time I went to this same hospital, it was as if I was a leper. They asked me who my doctor was. I said I didn't have one here because I am a VBAC patient. "Oooooh", they would all say and not even ask more questions. So then I asked one nurse why it was that they didn't offer them there. She said it was because of things like, funding, and the problem with not having a 24 hour anesthesiologist, etc. But she didn't really know! This is where the problem lies! Let us be informed!

With my second baby, I was pretty determined to try a TOLAC and went on an adventure to find a doctor in the Phoenix/Mesa area that would take me as a patient. My sister used a resource she had to ask around and recieved only 2 referrals for doctors. I called the first and she only took 2 VBAC patients a month. And that quota had been filled. That's when I found Dr. Kells at Boojum Obstetrics. He did my 2nd and he's been my doctor for this pregnancy as well. But should it be this hard?

I guess I'm feeling frustrated at my lack of options and choices. I live in Paulden. I'm 45 minutes from the nearest hospital which doesn't even technically do VBACS. So then my choice is to go to a hospital 2.5 hours away to deliver with my current doctor which would be fine if all goes well and I'm overdue and have my membranes stripped (as it was with my 2nd baby). But what if that doesn't happen? I also don't really have the option to do a HBAC (home birth after C-section) because in the state of Arizona, I can't even have a midwife! I'm lucky enough to have a friend who is studying to become a midwife and has offered her services to me. I also have a sister in law who is a nurse and has 5 kids of her own that I might ask to attend as well. But really? I have to go all Mission Impossible style just to have my baby the way I like! I like my friends recommendation. She said to deliver at home, and call the ambulance when I'm crowning. lol!

Anyway, this really turned into a jumbled mess. I really want to know what your thoughts are. Let's have a discussion here. Please?



[1] Mayoclinic.com VBAC. 04/30/10
[2] Stand and Deliver: Risk Calculus of VBAC and ERCS. 04/01/08
[3] ACOG Practice Bulletin No. 5, July 1999, “Vaginal Birth After Previous Cesarean Section.” According to the International Cesarean Awareness Network (ICAN), over 300 hospitals have banned VBACs since 1999. ICAN is currently compiling a comprehensive list of the status of VBAC in every U.S. hospital. See ICAN's VBAC Policy Database.

NO pregnancy boobs?

Why won't pregnancy give me boobs?

I want big womanly breasts! I want a nice boobified profile!!

I've been waiting all my life for what I've got to grow up and fill out!

I'll breastfeed, so they'll have to make their way, but until then, I am a B-cup kind of pregnant girl.

And as soon as they do swell to beautimus proportions, I'm breastfeeding topless and in public. Because that's what you're supposed to do, right?

Gas-gasm

We've got our first guest poster and we're thrilled. Terina from The Maldonado's is a friend of mine (Lisa's) from childhood. If you consider childhood your teenage years. She has red hair and so do I therefore she's pretty much awesome on my scale. Enjoy! And thanks Terina!

You know what I absolutely love the most about being pregnant?  (When I say love really I mean the thing I completely hate)  Gas.  You know how it just happens, if you’re like me, all the time.  I’ve turned into that nasty old person I hate at the grocery store.  I happily let one rip while picking my produce, because if it’s coming out, it’s not going to make me miserable staying in!  I’ve gotten to the point, I don’t care if it smells, if people hear me, or know it’s me, I just don’t want to get to that point where I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t let it out.  Yeah I’ve gotten to be nasty like that.  And no, I don’t care, and I don’t care what you think about that. 

If you’ve ever been pregnant you probably understand why.  If you’ve never been pregnant or were just lucky enough to not have miserable gas let me tell you why I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks about me as long as the gas is coming out.

If it doesn’t come out it’s staying in!  Let me tell you a little what that feels like.  A little like someone crammed a giant ball into your stomach (let us not forget there is already a baby growing in there taking up the majority of the room, so this ball is in addition to the uterus containing the human you are growing).  It is covered in acid that is eating you alive from the inside out.  You know the only way to alleviate the pain caused by the giant acid bomb is to burp or fart.  So that’s pretty much all you want to do in life is burp or fart.  Every move you make hurts, laying down, sitting, pretty much just being alive.  You start to feel a little unhuman as your body is being taken over by the pain.   As this giant ball moves it hurts more, in other places.  You feel it moving and know relief has to be coming, it’s working its way out.

Finally the point comes where you just let one rip.  A giant fart that would make any hillbilly proud.  This is what I call a gas-gasm.  Why?  Because it’s a little reminiscent of an orgasm.  How in the world is passing gas, like an orgasm?  Well let me tell you.  You have to build up to an orgasm, you build up to it, you feel it coming, and you can’t wait for it.  Then all of the sudden….WHAM!  Best feeling EVER!!!  You might even sigh or let out a light moan after.  Oh the joy of an orgasm.  Same with pregnant gas.  It builds up, you can feel it coming, and you just can’t wait for it.  The RIPPPPP!  Best feeling EVER!!!!  No more pain.  You’re human again.  You might even let out a sigh, or little moan of relief.  You just had a gas-gasm!

Now if only orgasms could occur as often during pregnancy as gas-gasms do, that would be lovely now wouldn’t it!!!!

Valentine's Day Bummer

How was your Valentine's Day? Oh? That good? How wonderful for you. I'm truly happy for you. So so so ........... so happy. For you.
I'm sure we're all pretty equally cynical about this day. Which really we all know just means we all jealous of happy people!
But that's not what I'm writing about!
I won't tell you how my husband promised me since last week that I'm getting something so cool. So you won't know how he came home from work early, took a nap, and when I asked him where my present is (I don't ever beat around the bush), he told me. Oh! But I'm not telling you, am I? Right. So I definitely won't tell you that he needed to go pick it up, but he just never has enough time.
Probably for this.

(This is one thing that Valentine's Day is very good for. We all know it's coming. Make the freaking time. Even if it's for socks.)
Obviously, he doesn't have anything for me, right? Or he really does but is sooo busy. Well, here's a secret: I'm married to him. I know just how much time he has or doesn't have. Guess what? He HAS time. He's busy, but has a very regular schedule. Like an old man.
I guess I'm sharing now.
But where are my socks?
So Andy goes to class and chats me on facebook. He just ordered my present.
........
Oh, and not just any present, he just ordered me my Valentine/Birthday present. Phew! Two birds with one stone! Way to go, Slick. Does he really think a late V-Day gift counts as a birthday gift too? My birthday is March 1.
What do you think he got me?

BUT, if he upgraded the broom to a Roomba, I could actually make this happen: (!!!)



Or maybe he got me some of this:

Anyway, I ordered heart-shaped pizza for me and Eli and Andy. And I gave Eli his Inside-Out-Boy pajamas for Valentine's Day. I'll have pictures for that....soooooon. I promise!!
I really wish I had friends close by! Lisa! So days like this don't suck so hard. I forgot to make it fun with/for Eli too. So now I feel guilty.

Wow, this is the worst post ever!

Gossip Girl

Do you NOT love this video?

So she's Gossip Girl. And so am I.

Not really. But I am going to act like her right now. Well, no i'm not. I'm just gonna rant a little bit. What's up with stalkers?

Like the people you know don't like you but stalk your Facebook page or your blog or your life? What do you do about them? Pretend they don't exist?

And why do you stalk people you don't like or talk to anymore? lol. We all do it.

I'm just wondering where the obsession with all of this comes from? Is that why Facebook and blogs and Twitter and Tumblr were all created? It's pretty easy to track someone down even if they've blocked you from viewing their "private" profile on Facebook. It's a guarantee you know someone who knows them. You know exactly how to casually ask, "Hey, how's that skank such-and-such doing?" except you don't use those kinds of names. Well hopefully anyway. Well hopefully you do.

The anger inside me is built up right now. My sister tells me anger is a disguised feeling of some underlying emotion, usually sadness, hurt or scaredness.

I wish I didn't have to wear ANYTHING with an elastic band for a waist. So that pretty much means i wish I didn't have to wear pants. Of any kind.  This might be contributing to my anger.

Not a lot of people know about this blog (YET) so it's safer than the super public one yet I know I'm being heard even if its only Jaime listening.

So there's some issues with some ladies I used to know.  One is super pissed at me because she thinks I spread rumors about her. It's completely untrue. I would totally feel more bad about it but I didn't do it. I just tried to write her on Facebook and I knew she wouldn't respond. But I know she got it! So it's irritating me. The other girl somewhat pretends that we're still friends because we have so many mutual ones. It's a weird situation. She's angry at me because I haven't come to see her baby. Which is totally legitimate. It's just kind of a long story. And then there's my mom who's pissed at me for asking someone else to host my baby shower because I got the distinct impression she didn't want to from various things she said to me. "I've hosted the last 2, isn't it your mother-in-laws turn?" There's more. But I'm just so grossed out really. I really try to figure out my part in these situations and even when I do I can't figure out why it's worth it for me to worry.

Whose blogs/Facebook pages/Twitters do you stalk? Don't lie. We know you do it.

Happy Ten Year Anniversary!

Yup. It's Lisa and Jaime's TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY! If we were lesbians, we'd hold hands and buy organic food and burn soy candles over a vegan dinner to celebrate! And probably listen to Enya.

But it is our celebration of ten years of friendship! And do you know what? Between you and me...it's pretty glorious. I don't want to get supercorny, but she's the best a person could even hope for. We've been friends through dozens of men (ha!), different states, changing financial status, pregnancies, kids, religion, the works! She makes me happy and content and feel stable (which is pretty much EVERYTHING to me these days) all the time. Because I know that I have a lovely girl with lovely princess hair who will always be on my side, even when I'm wrong! (And I do make VERY bad decisions. It's like my thing.) Not only that, but I know that even if I want to leave PA and move to AZ (2000ish mile difference that there), she would probably rent a wreck and come rescue me. And it would probably be hilarious and awesome! Did I say probably? Come on, me. Ok, I know it would be great. Because everything we do together is great. It's actually pretty freaking entertaining.

So, Happy Anniversary! Everybody should celebrate friendships like this! Old friends, new friends, best friends, far-away friends, imaginary friends, even if you celebrate the friendship between you and your husband! It all works. Recognize that friendship really is the foundation of your whole life! And respect it.
And THROW A PARTY!!

PAJAMA PARTY
PAJAMA/POPCORN/CEREAL PARTY
HARRY POTTER PARTY
PREGNANT PARTY (it's just like a fat-kid party)
FAT-KID PARTY
CHEESES OF THE GROCERY STORE PARTY
NAPPING PARTY
SHOVELING MY DRIVEWAY PARTY
MASK PARTY

Crap Day!

Ugh. Well, today was the worst. And I don't even know why! Do you do that? I blame days like this strictly on pregnancy. It makes me feel like maybe I won't have bad days once I have this baby! But I'm pretty sure I've had tired, moody days before pregnancy took over. But headaches and overwhelming tiredness DO go away after baby's born....but not for a while...huh. Oh.

I wish I could say I got in a few episodes of a decent show, listened to decent music, or cooked/ordered decent food. But really, me and my son ate Italian Ice and canned beans and chocolate-almond milk. And we watched Spongebob. All day. You know, I may have found the source of my headache and probably for wanting to die all day.

It's much more fun pretending my child is in the kitchen building me a robot instead of just making a crapfest in there for me to clean up. So I'll pretend a little longer.

Through the magic of Facebook, I did find a neato video which I will share now. It is milder than the rest from these guys.



Well, it's later now and I feel better. Soda always works on headaches and queasiness. Queasy? That word alone makes me feel queasy. I wish I could stop saying it! Queasy.

I let my three-year-old stay up til 11:30, which means I get to sleep in in the morning! I know that's irresponsible.

Ok, goodnight! P.S. Will someone send me an Ipod? And make sure you send directions since I've never used one. Can you also send me lovely dreams? Please and thank you.

The Pepto Bismol Song

What are those dang lyrics? Come to find out I've had them all wrong. I was always singing, "acid indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea". I knew I was missing something before that. Turns out the lyrics to the all famous Pepto Bismol commercial go like this: (well the important part):

:Nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea"

It's 2 freakin 30 in the morning and that's what I'm looking up on the internet? Sounds shady to me. Well not if you're pregnant and miserable I guess. Ive pretty much had all these symptoms for all the months. But especially now. Any ladies with me? If not, you will be soon.

This post will definitely be a drop in the "complaint" department of the post office. Sorry.

I've never had it this bad. As in, this moment. I feel like I might be dying of a heart attack during some episodes. And then other times I get some relief when i let out a giant burp. I feel like this must be Gods punishment for... eating too much pizza? That's all I can figure because otherwise what is the point? Why would God allow this to happen to me? Lol.

A day later:

This is current time. I survived the night but not really well. I had an appointment with a doc in Phoenix that morning. I had to wake up at 6 a.m. to make it on time. There was no way. I was awake for 3 hours. Literally. No exaggeration. You know when you hear people say, "I was up all night with blah blah blah.." and really they were just in and out of sleep the whole night? No. For real I was wide awake. I would get up to get a drink of water, then lay down and almost vomit up fire, then I'd have to pee. Then I'd get another drink. Take some Tums, lay down, fire, pee, repeat. I even tried Tylenol. The pain all over my body was awful. Did I mention that I'm on my 4th UTI? It's so severe that it causes my uterus to be irritated and it extends to my back (kidneys). So all of this combined was not making for a happy night.

My sister, awesome that she is, after I told her I wasn't gonna make it for my appointment, called my doctors answering service (because the office is technically closed on Saturdays) and pretended to be me. She called me and said that if I could be there by 11, they'd totally see me. So we rushed. It was 8:30. We were out the door by 9 and my awesome husband made it there by 11. Fine. It was 11:10.

Anyway, this is becoming a long and drawn out sob story. Totally not my intention. I just wanted you to know that you are not alone in your suffering from all the crappy stuff.

Watch a cute version of the song here.

The #9 Combo

This is my personal favorite.
Containing:

*Crunchwrap Supreme
*One taco (crunchy or soft!)
*Drank




I love the Crunchwrap Supreme; I think nothing can top it. It is my perfect melding of crunchy and chewy (in a tortilla way) and that seasony, beefy, cheesy, Taco Bell-y flavor. Oh, I find perfection and joy in this here wrap.

The taco I get crunchy. I think the crunch is a very important part of almost every meal. The Crunchwrap has crunch yes, but this is the crunchy clincher.

Topped off with the sweet, but not overwhelming, Brisk Rasberry Iced Tea. Just the right amount of fruity to end the meal with an exclaimation point!!

This is filling, sticks to the ribs, and makes me feel like there's really no problems that Taco Bell can't fix. This probably isn't a healthy viewpoint. Also, I am the only person in the world whose digestion can handle Taco Bell with ease. As in, I don't get the poos. This fact, combined with the deliciousness of the Southwest, affordability, and availability adds up to why Taco Bell tops the Awesome List. Maybe even the Awesome Book.

Please and thank you.

A Number #10

I don't generally go for the number 10's. But I've sort of been forced into it since Taco Bell stopped offering the Chalupa meal with the option of Baja style. I know right? You now ONLY have the option of Supreme. If you want Baja, you have to pay $.30 extra PER item. Lame right?

Included in the #10 is a Cheesy Gordita Crunch, and 2 crunchy tacos. Also a large drink. I got my crunchy tacos, soft. 

This is an old menu. They have an updated one.

So today I got the number 10. I started off with my Cheesy Gordita Crunch and savored it slowly. I recommend doing this first because it's the safest to eat in the car while driving. To drink I had a Diet Pepsi. I don't recommend Diet Pepsi for this meal. It sort of took away from the spicy deliciousness of the Gordita Crunch. The Cheesy Gordita Crunch is a great choice for anyone who wants a salty, crunchy, AND soft treat. All in one. It's totally all-inclusive. A magnificent concoction.

Once I got home, I ate one of the soft tacos with a Hot Sauce packet. It was nice. But the 2nd taco I ate with a Mild hot sauce. Although I prefer the spiciness, I do believe the Mild Sauce compliments the taco better.

It's not one of my favorite meals. I would prefer the Gordita Crunch with a Chalupa but at this time they do not offer this option in a combo. And I believe in combos.

4 stars. 

Two Anecdotes

I'm not sure if I should admit this, but this is an oldie. Yup. No offense to anyone who might be offended, but I just don't have anything decent to write. This is short and sweet. Please and thank you!

Two Anecdotes...

Eli and I were taking a lovely stroll in the woods. Snake! Huge, giant, terrifying snake! He slithered away having little or no interest in us. He probably forgot all about us, but I think about him everyday. I am now afraid of the woods, but I brave it with new knowledge and close-toed shoes. He was feet long with many curls in his tail.

I bought this wooden teether for Eli from etsy.com. I was asked about it the other day and this is what I said: "Since wood has some give to it, I thought that if I lost all my teeth, it might be nice to have some wood to suck on." I instantly died and blushed furiously.

Oh, the hubs was there at that last one and he had some inappropriate quips to throw in at the moment thus deepening the color of my face.


And just because this is the mood I'm in, here's a song to get stuck in your head!
(just kidding, I'm ALWAYS in the mood for this song...who isn't?? no one. no one worth their salt!! In my opinion.)

Lazy Done Right!

Lazy day.......everyone does lazy days. But some lazy days count more than others. Some lazy days, you just don't feel like doing anything. Those are the ones we don't count. The day goes by, you watch tv, don't shower, feel gross, and that's about it. But on days when the lazy is planned, it shifts to a whole other plane of lazy goodness. These are days when you don't laze, you lounge. Big difference. A whole world of difference. And if you daydream and fudge just a little bit, it is glorious!!

For instance, instead of lazing on this:


You can LOUNGE on this:


See how easy that was? And it makes me feel like a million bucks. Even if it's all in my head. Just take a cue from this guy:

Admit it. Professional Lounger.

I think you get the idea. Turn on some Battlestar Galactica, bust out the Cheese Nips, and put your pedicured toes up!(Except they're not pedicured, because that's not part of a lazy day...that's a separate blog.)

Because that's what I'm doing today. That and ignoring my child as best I can. I mean i feed him and stuff. But he's on his own today.

Happy Lazy Loungers Day!