My Drinking Team Has a Rugby Problem.

Last night I was browsing the web and came across a video clip for "Awesome Rugby Hits".

It brought back a lot of memories from college when my husband played rugby.



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I didn't miss a single game during the three years he played. It was so much fun. Although I have to say, without fail, not even five minutes of time would go by before some sort of fight would break out...and after awhile I didn't even have to check to see if my husband was involved. He always was.

Nature of the sport I imagine.

There were clean moments...



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There were the muddy moments...



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But no matter how the weather was, or who the team was playing...it was always an adventure with lots of action and the day always finished up with a friendly party of songs, laughter, and good times.

Sometimes I wonder what all the ruggers are up to these days. Hoping you're all doing well and that life hasn't had you 'drinking from the boot' very often.

~Your Rugby Princess

In addition:
Some day I really want to travel to New Zealand to watch the All Blacks play. Please, please, pretty please?

Blunt

I've always been a rather blunt person. Sometimes this can be a good quality and other times it can be a not so good quality.

I took the munchkin to breakfast this morning, actually lunch by the time we sat down and it's what I was in the mood for - chicken strips and fries! This is the same breakfast restaurant that I frequent often so naturally I wanted to share my happy pregnancy news with the staff since they watched me grow and grow and grow with my first pregnancy and then watched my daughter grow and grow and grow over the past year.

I wasn't expecting bluntness to be plopped back in my own lap...not in the way it was at least.

It's true that this pregnancy came as a shock, because I really didn't think I was pregnant. We've just been too busy and preoccupied - if you know what I mean. However, apparently not all that busy and not all that preoccupied, because three pregnancy tests later ...all showed that I'm pregnant.

But I'm an honest person, and while I was still smiling, I mentioned to the owner's wife that this baby came as a surprise. And she looked at me and asked me if I planned on keeping it.

Wow.

It really took my breath away.

"Why of course I do. Children are a blessing! and we feel very lucky!"

So now I've spent the rest of the day wondering what expression I must have had on my face to make this woman ask such a thing. Or was she just asking to ask, because I certainly thought I looked happy about the coming of this new baby.

It wasn't like the moment was drawn out or anything of the sort, but it really has felt drawn out in my mind.

Everyone else I talked with was cheery and upbeat, why did this woman ask me that?

Not Quite the Same

Well, donuts were not to be had so I made some funnel cakes at home instead.

The first one tasted great...the second was average..and the third...I didn't finish the third and I threw out the rest.

Like so many things these days, and I blame first trimester blahs, something sounds GREAT and then I eat it and suddenly don't want it any more.

However, I'm sure if I had eaten REAL Krispy Kreme donuts I'd have been in donut bliss alllll night long!

Must.Have.Donut.

I wonder if Krispy Kreme delivers?

I'm having a moment of donut desperation.

*hack*

This is nasty. I don't know why I continue eating at fast food restaurants when there are soooo many gross stories about health code violations.

I'm going to be sick.

But it was kinda funny that it happened in Tipp City.

Happiness

According to an MSN article, Fresno, CA is ranked #7 on the US's happiest city list.

I'm not sure how this will affect me, but it's gotta be good!

No Rest For the Thinker

Naturally, a lot has been going through my head as of late. But last night I had such a restless night.

The Artful Blogger has implanted (get it, imPLANTED) this idea into my head about gardening and having your own tasty vegetables fresh from your own tilled and tended soil.

I kept having lengthy and strange dreams about tomato plants. I was running around holding a tomato plant that I had ripped off from this immaculate farm I was walking by. I had stolen it quickly so it looked pretty darn shabby as I frantically scrambled for a place to stick it in the ground in my own garden area.

Thing is, my yard apparently met up with the State maintenance area and I was trying to find a good spot along the edge of my yard to plant the forlorn tomato plant because of the automatic sprinkler system that the State had put in to maintain the luster of their land.

Thinking to myself, "I don't know how to garden! I'll surely kill off this plant I stole and wahhhhhhhhhh then I'll NEVER get any fresh tomatoes!"

I finally found this spot on the corner of the lot where a State water sprinkler would sufficiently water the ground in my yard...so the thought of a gasping tomato plant was now put to rest.

I didn't have a shovel though. So suddenly I had a metal spatula in my hand and I was trying to spatula a hole of dirt out so I could plant this scraggly tomato plant which by now was probably very much in shock.

As I bent down to dig the hole, there appeared a State worker who had lifted off this lid over the ground...some hole that went down to the watering system mechanisms. It looked damp and cool in there, yet I didn't see any water system controls...just dirt. And I thought, "Oh I could just plant this tomato plant in there once this guy leaves! The hole is already there!"

So I asked the man if I was in his way and he assured me I wasn't...not that he knew I wanted to toss my plant into his service compartment.

As I waited there, under the sun and the sprinklers lightly getting my shoes wet...grasping this depressed little stolen tomato plant thinking that the man was taking.a.lifetime.at.the.controls.... I woke up.

Kids These Days

So here I was, reading a juicy blog entry and my munchkin was happily emptying the contents of her diaper bag. Yes, Manababies, the same diaper bag as when you were over on Saturday with the very same contents...except I didn't let the kids emtpy it then. THANK GOODNESS!

Ok...
So deep into reading and thinking and wondering what must have been going through the head of Marianna (like Banana)...

And I hear this cha-chink-cha-chink-roll-chink-roll-chink...

I suddenly remembered there had been a bottle of aspirin in the diaper bag from our flight to California...and the rattling of the pills sounded very ~clear~ and ~loud~ and when I glanced down from my monitor...

My little girl, the genious that she is, somehow opened the child proof cap and was dumping pills everywhere!! Thank goodness she didn't eat any...but I totally and completely freaked out - enough to make her panic. So there we both were freaking out.

I'm holding her in my lap now as all she wants to do is try to figure out the child lock lid again...and she's brushing my face with my sparkle blush brush and giving me kisses.

People Watching

On so many of my daily walks, I find myself absorbed in watching the people around me.

One of my favorite things to see is when a man and woman are crossing the street. It can actually be a man/woman combo of almost any age really...adult...teenager...

I don't know if it's from upbringing, or if it's just nature of the beast, but more often than not, the man either takes the woman's hand or gently places his hand on her lower back as they cross the street. As if to say, "I'm looking out for you with all these crazy cars and drivers around...and I'll save you if I need to!"

Most the time the woman doesn't acknowledge this gesture from my observations. But I think it is so sweet.

It shows me that chivalry isn't dead and gives me something positive to reflect upon when I'm trying to maneuver the stroller through the doors at Borders Books and some jerk who can't be bothered for half a second pushes his way through the door, half stepping over my daughter and nearly knocking me out of the way.

Wheat Toast and Tea

I'm not sure if it's from the strange weather... it actually SNOWED yesterday.... or if it's that the furnace filter needs changing?...

but my allergies are driving me batty today. They started acting up yesterday and have continued to be a pest since.

Word that comes to mind:

ANNOYING!