I have the worst mommy brain.  I think I may be suffering from a mild case of Alzheimer's.  No joke.  I couldn't remember the words garbage disposal.  WTF.

Obsessions:

-The Tartanscot blog.  Love.  The author of the blog, Scot Meacham Wood is an amaze balls decorator and if by chance I win the lottery, he is coming to my home and doing an overhaul.  Plaids, tweeds, tartans, and all thing Ralph Lauren, SMW is a design genius.  Check out the blog.  It's totally my style.

-The television show Rescue Me.  Denis Leary is hilarious.  If I were a man, living in NYC as a firefighter, I'd have his character's personality.  Tommy Gavin-- minus the alcoholism, cheating and filthy conscience.  Also, the supporting cast is hilariously colorful.

-Making up ridiculous songs to sing to my son while in the car.  Beau hates the car.  So, I must deflect the hatred with songs.  Also, my voice blows ass.  If I don't cause him to go deaf by the age of 1, he will at least have a sweet dossier of tunes.

-Not having a maternity leave.  I love that I don't have a job to return to.  There is no way I would've been ready to head back to the office.  No way.  Beau is far too soft and smoothy for work right now.

Things I'm NOT obsessed with:

-Bitchy people who play the "whoa me" role.  Talk about #1 on my Pet Peeve list.... said people royally piss me off.  I won't mention names however, there is a certain someone who strikes my hottest, most sensitive nerve.  This person needs to get punched in the throat followed by a talking to by my twin sister (who rules at comebacks).  Newsflash-- life isn't easy, so stop being disillusioned by the thought that your life is the hardest.

-Lack of sleep.  Beau doesn't sleep for 7 hours straight.  Duh.

-Not having a job (see my last obsession).  A bit stressful on the pocketbook.  Also, how in the hell am I suppose to have SMW decorate my house with only one income?  Just kidding.

Above is Beau and I laying on the front knoll of Saint Joe in Rensselaer, IN.  It was Homecoming last weekend and Beau experienced his first day as a Puma.  I was yelling at my mom to take the darn picture.  Notice how fat my ass is and the fact that I'm wearing maternity jeans.  Holler.