So, there’s this contest going on over at Weebles Wobblog. A limerick contest. Actually a Limerick Chick Contest. You have until September 5 to enter, so get rhyming! C’mon, it’ll be fun.

Here are my contributions.

Number one:

There’s a guy some people call Grimm
I often have sex with him
But after some lovin’
A bun’s in the oven
And now the pickins are slim

Is that offensive? I can’t help it. Limerick lends itself to the sexual. You should’ve seen my first version.

Number two:

My friend Karly asked, “Why not?
Come write at Wiping Up Snot?
I’m taking a rest
Just do your best
And use all the cuss words you’ve got.”

What can I say? I’m sort of proud of that guest post.

Number three:

There’s a girl I love called Mackey
We’re so alike it’s just wacky
I’d give her my heart
You know, the half necklace part
But when you’re a grown up that’s tacky

Yeah, we’re totally friends like that. I’d even let her have the “Be Fri” part of the necklace and I’d wear the “est ends.” That’s how much I love her.

So, those are my entries. There may be more later. I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. We’ll see.

It’s Official!

by Leslie

Today, the doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. The baby is due around April 25, 2008. My love of even numbers tells me this is a very good thing.

I have my first ultrasound in about three weeks. (Or 19 days to be exact.) I’ll be glad to get to the ultrasound and see that little heart beating. It’s true that I’m a little anxious after my miscarriage earlier this year, but I think that’s natural. My gut tells me everything is okay. I’m gonna roll with that.

Now, names. We’ve picked names. “Already?” you ask. And I will tell you that when you’ve been trying to get pregnant for a while, you find the time to work this stuff out. Like after sex when you’re lying on your back and your husband is holding your legs in the air because you’re willing to do just about anything to help things along. You’ve got at least ten minutes of good talk time there.

Anyway…back to the names. We’ve picked names. Or, I’ve picked names.

If it’s a boy, Dave and I are in complete agreement that we will name him Jackson. Jackson John Grimmett. It’s really fabulous, isn’t it?

If it’s a girl, I believe with my whole heart that I will name her Lucy. Dave is trying with all his might to come up with a name I’ll like better than Lucy. He’s really cute about it all. He comes to me, filled with hope, certain there’s a winner in the list he’s compiled. One by one, I shoot them down with a sigh or an eyeroll until finally he throws up his hands and says, “So what? It’s gonna be a boy anyway!”

Julia also believes the baby will be a boy. She loves to touch my tummy, look into my belly button, put an ear against my skin and say, “Mom, he’s laughing! The baby is laughing! I hear him!”

As for me, I don’t have a feeling about whether it will be a boy or a girl. Right now, I’m just looking forward to that ultrasound and hoping for a heartbeat.

Today, I had my hair cut and eyebrows waxed. At Wal-Mart.

It turned out like this:

The Haircut

Then, I went to the Health and Beauty department and purchased a product that would enable me to mess my hair up. On purpose. Because it is my strong feeling that a hair style that makes me look like I belong in pajamas is the right one for me.

*Edited to add this picture, by request:

The haircut - a look at the back

Because I like to give you what you want.

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