Tuesday, April 5, 2011

a background check and a dirty diaper.

Things have been pretty busy around here lately.

Which actually means things have been pretty low-key. If I have to do more than walk to the mailbox, I consider it a busy day. Such is the life of the unemployed.

R has been gathering every single piece of information about himself and everyone he's ever known since kindergarten for an extensive background check for his new school. They want names, social security numbers, favorite colors, preferred breakfast cereals. This thing is intense. Unfortunately, it also means that he'll have to be a little more tight-lipped about what goes on at work and I'll have to be even more careful about what goes on this blog. So, I'm sorry but when he finds out who shot Kennedy, even if he tells me, I won't be able to tell you guys.

Also, I, along with my sister Melissa, am planning a little baby shower for our lovely sister in law, Valerie. I've never really been to a baby shower as an adult, so it was a little bit daunting at first. So I researched it. Then I stumbled on a little gem. Apparently, in the world of baby showers, there is a popular game that involves baby diapers, melted chocolate bars, and sniffing and licking. The winner is the girl who could guess the type of candy bar in the diaper. No, I'm not making that up. Suddenly, all my fears about throwing a classy and fun baby shower melted away (pun intended). I could serve macaroni casserole and decorate with old newspaper and I think I could still manage to make it classier than a party with a poopy diaper game. (Sorry if you have ever been to or thrown a shower that featured the poopy diaper game. But really. You should be ashamed of yourself. Also, my computer keeps trying to auto-correct "poopy" to "poppy" or "loopy". Even my computer think it's gross.)

Things are only going to get busier as we get ready for my whole family; Mom, Dad, Melissa and her hubs Jason, the little bro, Jonathon, and Brad, Valerie, and Noah to visit in two weeks. They are coming down from Wisconsin for the baby shower, and because it's Jonathon's spring break, and for Easter, and because they miss me and they know no family gathering is ever as fun unless me and R are there. Yes, we are that fun that people pick up and drive for miles just to see us. So the next two weeks will involve shower preparations, lots of laundry, and getting our tiny house ready for 10 people and three dogs. That's a whole lot more than just walking to the mailbox.

As long as it does not involve poopy diapers, I'm happy.

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