Scary Reptiles and Andrew Lloyd Weber

On Saturday my Uncle Russ was telling us about how last summer he went to pick up a rake in his yard in Southern California and it actually turned out to be a black rattlesnake. I was telling EJ about it yesterday, so naturally, I dreamed about snakes all night last night.

In my dream, there were snakes all over my yard and I was trying to avoid them every step I took. Of course I stepped on one and it bit me. Then we found a bunch in our house and, for some reason, I insisted that EJ put them in the blender. When the blender was full of snakes, I turned it on and blended all of them.

Don't worry; I am not a sick enough person to dream that I then drank the snake shake. I actually just dumped them in the garbage.

This morning, I heard on the news that a 69-year old lady in Florida woke up to an 8-foot alligator in her kitchen. I don't know if one big alligator or thousands of little snakes is scarier. They're both creepy. But I do think the Bellisimo Alligator Stuffed Animal and the Moseez Alligator Stuffed Animal are cute.

And, this has nothing to do with anything, but I'm afraid one of my two favorites on American Idol is going home tonight. It could be either Jason or Brooke, but I'm thinking it's Brooke.

And, possibly, Andrew Lloyd Weber is creepier than both an 8-foot alligator and thousands of little snakes.

Boy or Girl?

I just asked the Magic Stress Ball if my baby is going to be a girl and it said NO. In my experience, the Magic 8 Ball is never wrong. So I guess I'm having a boy.

Speaking of finding out if I'm having a boy or a girl, the big day is next Friday (the 25th). Then AshCo will officially become either Ash or Co.

I was talking to EJ last night about how it would almost be more exciting if we found out we're having a girl since every single person I have ever met thinks it's a boy. What are the odds that not a single person thinks it's a girl?

I would totally change my vote to girl if the Magic Stress Ball hadn't just told me it's a boy.

Bottles and Hand Sanitizer

One of my bosses pointed this BPA-Free Water Bottle out to me today and also told me about a couple of websites where you can buy BPA-Free baby bottles.

Although I'm not usually the kind of person that thinks much about that kind of stuff, these baby bottles are actually really cool and completely safe, where it's possible that a lot of plastic bottles might not be (even though I will continue to drink out of polycarbonate every day).

I don't want to be a crazy parent that worries about every single little thing but, let's be honest, that's just the kind of person I am and I probably will. But I vow to never, ever, not in a million years carry a huge thing of hand sanitizer around with me and make people put it on before they touch my child. Unless you're horribly sick with a cold or the flu, that crosses a line I refuse to cross.

The only person I would consider making put on hand sanitizer before they hold AshCo is my husband because I've watched him wash his hands and he does not sing "Happy Birthday" twice. I've watched many shows on the Discovery Channel that say you should wash your hands long enough to sing "Happy Birthday" twice, which I always do and which is most likely the reason I constantly have the song in my head. (Don't worry; I won't actually make EJ put hand sanitizer on because I'm pretty sure I'm one of maybe six people in the world that actually does sing "Happy Birthday" twice while I wash my hands, but you can pretty much bet that I will spend the rest of my life trying to get him to wash his hands longer).

The few times I have forced EJ to sing while he washes his hands, he sings it as fast as he can, which kind of defeats the purpose.

Deodorant

I ran out of deodorant so I had to wear EJ's deodorant today. Even though I smell like a man, at least it smells amazingly good. I seriously keep smelling my armpits and, for probably the first time in my life, it's not because they smell gross.

Not that when my armpits stink I constantly smell them, but you know how when you're self-conscience because you think your armpits stink, you sometimes smell them every so often to try to convince yourself that they smell okay? Maybe I'm the only one that happens to.

I'm just going to stop talking now because I think I'm bordering on too much information.

I think everyone should order some of these because they're cool. Also, I'm really glad it's Friday and I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to pizza because it's all I think about.