Happy Halloween HNT

I've been itching to paint my belly so I took this festive time of year to do so! I busted out the paints (which I don't think have been used since I painted my boobs like Easter eggs!). The roundness of my belly served as a perfect canvas for a big round pumpkin:


Then we "carved" the pumpkin:

Happy Halloween and Happy HNT!!

I'm here...

I'm just dealing with some things. Everything is okay, and I'll be back soon.
With pictures.

I'm going to paint my belly like a pumpkin :) Why not? It's as big as one!

Happy "official" Birthday to Mr. Sass!!!

Pics to come...

Also, had an ultrasound today...those pics too!

The Big 3-0 was a success!

No not me.
I still have about a year and half ;)

Mr. Sass is turning 30 this week, so I decided to throw him a surprise-ish birthday party. By surprise-ish, I mean I had no way of getting him out of the house, so, knowing he'd sleep until at least 1:00 I figured I could get the place ready and he's just have to find out when he woke up. Turns out, he had no idea and was surprised :)
Hella came down Friday night and was a God-send! Thank you Hella!!!!
Lots of people came, but I was a little miffed that more of "his" friends decided to chimp out and not come. It seems sitting around at coffee shops in tow-trucks is far more fun! Bleh! Either way, the important people were there and we had a great time.
I HAVE to post a picture of the cake my friend J made...I wonder if it'd get a buck from G-man?

Until then, I'm completely wiped. I actually slept in until 9 and then after Hella left at noon, I went back to bed until almost 3! Besides taking the dog out for a nice long walk, some laundry and a bit of a kitchen clean up (I'm lucky that I have such nice friends who helped me clean before they left!), I've been parked on the couch. L-A-Z-Y! I love it. Now, I'm heading back to the couch...
Cheers!

Cream Boogers, Moobies and Boobies!!

You know when you go to use hand cream and the bottle has a pump? You pump it down and a big ol' crusty cream booger comes out with a big gob of hand cream? Then you are left to fish it out and wipe it into the garbage can.

THAT IRKS ME!!!

It reminds me of snot and then I gag. If they can make mustard without crust, why, oh why, can't they figure something out for cream boogers?

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Mackey and G-man are raising bucks for boobs over at their blogs!

If you send them a picture of your boobs they will donate $1.00 to Breast Cancer Research! All Moobs (man boobs!) go to Mackey and all Boobs to G-man!!

There is information on Mackey's blog about their quest for chest HERE

Help support Breast Cancer Research...and look at a few of your favourite sets of ta-tas in the mean time!

Mackey - I'll get a shot of Mr. Sass' moobs for you as soon as he gets home!

Pricks and Cuts Haiku

Much cooler Friday,
A short week that dragged on long,
Ready for weekend.

Epi-pen drama,
No peanut products means NO!
Thank God he's okay.

Pre-natal class 2,
episiotomy talk,
Ummm thanks, but no thanks.

Side note: Don't type in the word episiotomy into Google to check your spelling and then accidently hit "Images"... just saying.

Today was just one of those days....I'd like to just crawl under a rock and hide.
The weather sucked.
The kids were wild. and rude. All I did today was discipline. I hate that!
I'm sore.
I'm tired.
I'm hungry but too lazy to make anything.

But at least I have my health right?
Even better is that the new Seether album comes out in 12 days!

That did it! Puts a smile on my face every time!

Pubic Hair post 2?!

How does one really come up with anything of importance to say/write, especially after the topic of "70's porn bush?"

I took a quick break to read a few blogs and was inspired by Hippychic. The topic of public bathrooms got me going. I've ranted about this before (go here), but it deserves a second look since there seems to be an insurgence of it again. I swear people are out to make be crazy.

I can't stand going into bathrooms and seeing pubic hair on a seat. Lately, every time I go in the bathroom their is a hair looking up at me. Not just any hair either. It would be a farce to say it's short and curly. Short, it ain't. I seem to seek out toilets with 2 inch long pubic hairs lurking. It makes me wonder about my co-workers and their grooming habits, and it's upset my perception of my in-laws. There was quite the doozy on one of their toilets. Now I have an nasty mental image and no amount of turning it into a cartoon will help. I don't care how old you are, you CAN and SHOULD trim right? I just wonder if it's only me who notices these hairs?
Why can't people take a look and make sure they didn't leave anything behind? I always look to make sure everything is kosher (ie: that everything went down..you'd never find a 2 incher on the toilet after me!). Maybe it's proper bathroom etiquette? Either that or I truly am nuts.

Maybe if I can track these people down, I can either convince them to trim up, or suggest a role in the next birth video?

I'll tell you what's offensive!

We had our first pre-natal class on Thursday.
We had to watch "the" video. I've actually seen it more times then I care to count, but it was funny watching some of the reactions of those who hadn't seen it before (especially the dads!). After the video the instructor (for some reason???) asked if anyone found it offensive.

I'll tell you what was offensive: The amount of pubic hair on that woman giving birth!

I may not be able to see my cookie right now, but I own a mirror and a razor dammit. If all else fails, I'll be at the spa requesting a Brazilian. Someone else can deal with it. I'm not going to have anything resembling a small woodland creature resting on my crotch.

Turkey day Haiku

Thanksgiving weekend
for us in the "great white north"

with temps of 30 (C!)


Leafs start their season
Argh! 2 games and 2 losses
Fucking Senators!


Forget the losses
and pass me some pumpkin pie
Happy Thanksgiving!

I was all set to make good on my promise yesterday and give myself some mad props for blogging 2 days in a row (is it possible to give props to yourself?...would you really want to?), but I blame the 2 biggest ditch-pigs for my lack of blogging yesterday. You see, I had no modem. I got this notice saying the one I have is out-dated and needs to be upgraded. All I needed to do was bring it into one of their stores and swap up. Perfect. I could do that on my way to my appointment! My appointment was at 10:45 and I got to the store around 10:00. 5 people in front of me. I waited.
and waited.
and waited some more.
Finally I was next in line. The stupid ditch pig couple (and their child who was running around wild in the store leaving a streak of 3 year old destruction, and who coincidentally needed to be changed...frig, how about potty trained?!) wanted cable and internet to their new place. Then an argument ensued over when the technician would come out. The problem? The time given was an 8-11am window on Sunday. They both marveled at how drunk they were going to get Saturday night and if they'd be sober enough to let the guy in. Even better was the conversation on how he was going to be getting drunk without his wife, because him and his buddies were going to the casino. However, Mr. "I'll save the day" thought he could just party all night and drive back really early to let the guy in before he crashed. Idiot.
I'm not even going to get into the rest of the damn conversation that I was subjected to. The point is that at 10:40, me stillllll being NEXT in line, I had to leave or I'd be late for my appointment.
I hope to high hell they arranged something before the second coming of Christ. The old man behind me was teetering as I left. I was worried he was going to topple over into the display of Maynard Candies. Hell, with any luck the stupid couple might actually wash up and brush their teeth by the time the technician comes and save him the same grief I was privy to.
Anyway, Mr. Sass went today for me, and here I am. Ho hum pigs bum.

A Promise:

I got the most fabbity fab news today! Check it out over at "A Pea in the Pod".

Other then that, I'm making a solid vow. Right here, right now:

I, Ms. Sassy Knickers, do solemnly swear to get off my lazy, pregnant ass and blog more. This includes (but not limited to), spending less time on Facebook, avoiding that 20 minute cat nap after work, leaving the marking/planning for a few minutes to do something for "me," and living my life so that I actually have something interesting to say or share (okay, no promises there, but I'll try). I've neglected said Blog for way too long. I miss my bloggy friends and do actually have a few things I do want to write about. I also swear that I will do at least 2 more HNT shots (even if you are subjected to more belly/boob shots) before I foal. Lastly, I shall not neglect Haiku Friday to the extent I have in the last month or two.

Signed,
Sassy

P.S. Did anyone know that cats have been known to seduce dogs, and that sharks can't swim backwards? Also, if you want to see me go into an absolute hysterical laughing fit, complete with coughing fit and tears, refer to a penis as a wiener. It must be the hormones....