Two words:  Lindsay Lohan.  What a fucking train wreck.  Apparently she has a new reality show on the OWN Network…… until this moment I thought Oprah was a smart lady.  Cameras follow Lindsay around in New York City as she acts like herself and viewers wonder why she is famous.  Wait.  Why is she famous?  First of all, she is sober.  Sober = suckage.  She is the most defensive person in the whole world and clearly, entitled.  I'm already exhausted thinking about all of the work she needs to do in her life to make it better.

I'm officially an uncomfortable pregnant chic.  Baby Willis is all up in the right side of my ribcage.  Weird and not comfy at all.  She moves all day long, all night long.  I wonder if she'll be as active as my 19-month-old?

I need a margarita.

Both kiddies are sleeping (at least for this moment) and the laundry is going, so I can't do anything else but play on the computer :)  Please note, I'm still in my pjs, haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face and there are dishes in the sink.  Moving on.

Its a Colorado day here in Chicago.  The sun is shining and there isn't a cloud in the sky.  Yes.  Too bad our backyard is literally a lake of melted snow and dogshit.  Awesome.  Not even my U of M rain boots could help me clean up what is out there.  I'm thinking of calling one of those dog crap picker upper companies and having them do the initial few pickups.

We moved Beau into his new room this week.  Chris replaced the baseboards and painted-- Burnish Clay is the color.  The walls look like a beautiful shade of Destin, FL sand.  Taupey grey but not sad looking.  My MIL is making some valances for the room to dress it up a bit.  And no, he isn't in a big boy bed yet.  No way.  He isn't climbing out today, so he will remain in lock up til that happens.

Un-named baby girl Willis is in Beau's old room.  The walls are a grey green-- hard to describe-- with wood paneling on one wall.  To keep it rustic-y, I opted for a red gingham crib skirt and bumper, with white panels from Ikea with teeny tiny bugs with gingham accents.  Not too girly, not too lame…. nothing fancy.

Annnndddd to tie it all in a bow, "Crossroads" starring Brit Brit is on.  Yes.  Best acting EVER.

Yesterday was a horseshit day and I feel guilty for even mentioning it.  Many people are way worse off than me….  it was just a crummy day.  To top it all off, I whacked my forehead HARD on the car door.  NOT good.  I literally have an indentation on my head.  Literally.  Indent.  Bruise soon to follow.

I couldn't sleep last night, so to help myself nod off, I was thinking of "facts" in my life.  The facts of life.  Get it?

-Our garbage man always has a smile on his face and looks like Sammy Hagar's twin.  I would be smiling, too if I looked like The Red Rocker.

-True friends/old pals stay in your life forever.  This is a big one.  Just this week I spoke with an old friend (dating back to 6th grade) about mortgages and he reminded me how its awesome that I haven't changed a bit.  

-Free hand-me-downs kick ass.  Having kids, for those that don't have children, seem to magically have a grasp on this.  Its not expensive like buying a car….. but its expensive like buying a house.  It always needing upgrades.  As we welcome our second in spring, we got hooked up with a free crib from (DING DING) an old friend.  Love that.  No more of the horseshit garage sale sites on Facebook to buy used items (which are overpriced)…  our friends have come out in droves to offer their old items.  Love it.

-I will never like music that is popular on the radio.  Ever.  For whatever reason, I always go back to the same bands from the same era.  Sorry Miley or whoever the next tweaking whore is on MTV.  No me gusta.

Enough facts.

We took Beau to Toys R Us last night to get a birthday gift for our friend's son.  Holy shit.  Beau's eyes were WIDE open.  He had never seen such a sight.  TOYS everywhere.  I don't think he blinked.  He also was making panting noises.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Shep really like the bike department and the action figure aisle.  He also like the doll babies but Chris didn't like that.  I bet staff at that place watch kids walk outta there crying every day.  There was a family leaving and two of the kids got time outs for asking for something-- I guess thats the T'R'U rule-- don't ask for shit upon walking in.

Act 2, Dog Disaster:

I picked up Kasia yesterday afternoon from the vet.  Her surgery went well and only $900 later, she is on the mend AGAIN.  I now know the life does have some accuracy.  2 steps forward, 4 steps back.  Fact.  I'm being a bit melodramatic-- its just frustration mainly….  I feel bad that my dog had to go through this horseshit again.  Since canines can't talk and only express themselves through their ears and bike flags (tails), I feel extra sad for my little hairy unicorn.

For my Lenten promise I have given up Facebook.  I was checking my phone a bit too often-- so, I am taking a sabbatical from the page.  Not that I adhere to all the Catholic rules, and we all know there are lots, I do think giving up something once in a while are good for character.  Plus, I couldn't get to church last night.  I'm already a bad Catholic.

We put an offer in on a short sale yesterday.  Short sales can take several months to be approved by the bank-- so fingers crossed we get it.  The house is 3700 sq. ft and was dirt cheap.  We could flip that bad boy and make a nice profit.  Plus, Chris and I work very well together when it comes to home projects.

For those that don't know my Chris, he is very talented when it comes to visualizing what something could be and design.  Not to toot my own horn but, I too know my way around a design center.  I should've gotten my ASID (design certification).  So, this potential project will be a nice outlet for both of us to make a turd into a beautiful gem.

Anyone out there know what to do with old laptops?  We have two-- can they be refurbished?  Does Best Buy offer that service?  I hate to toss them.

I'd like to preface what I'm about to say with the fact that I am thankful.  I am thankful for my health, my family, my friends, my freedom, sports bras.  However, fuck today.

Everything is going great this morning.  I'm making breakfast, Shep is speaking in unicorn/ewok, its snowing…..great.  Kasia strolls into the kitchen dripping blood with a gaping hole in her shoulder.  WTF.

Sidenote:  Kasia had a tumor removed from her right shoulder two weeks ago at a vet in Minooka (40 minutes away).  Her stitches were taken out yesterday (40 minutes away) and I thought the rough patch was behind us.

Fast forward to this morning.  Gaping hole.  Blood.  WTF.  I quickly realized that the wound had completely reopened.  Holy hell.  I don't have time to drive all the way to Minooka?!?!  Enter: expensive Arboretum Animal Hospital.

$1200 dollars later, and another surgery, Kasia is now resting comfortably waiting for her momma to pick her up.  Crisis slightly averted.  Lesson taken away from this situation:  Dogs are expensive.  When people assume having a large breed canine is a walk in the financial park, you have my permission to kick them in the throat.