I hate being sick.

It's really weird to be sitting here popping pills and missing my baby. Thank goodness that I can drink ginger ale now without throwing up 15 minutes later...finally. I might even try to nibble on a saltine...Thank goodness for the drugs.

I bought an Easter egg decorating kit. For the past two years, Hubby and I have planned to dye Easter eggs together...to no avail. But this year...We HAVE TO. It is baby's first Easter. I am so excited!!!!!

I am officially addicted to reality TV. Dancing with the stars...though some of those little hoochies don't wear enough clothing to cover a hummingbird. American Idol...which isn't as interesting now that they are down to the top ten...I am so greatful for Sanjaya still being there to keep things interesting. The Donald...such a sexy devil.

This is the first day in probably over a year that I have not cleaned, scrubbed...Wait. That's wrong. But it would be correct if I said since I came home from the hospital with baby...It feels weird.

Hubby and baby bought me InStyle magazine today. And I devoured it. It is the absolute best magazine in the world.

Has anyone seen that new show - something about an American dream? I am still angry with all tv channels for taking my wife swap and bad children shows off of the air...but this show is hilarious. Now Peanut and mommy can laugh at weird people's goals and dreams instead of unruly, spoiled brats sitting in the naughty corner and hitting adults...

I love babies...my babies. Children are an absolute gift from God. And no one ever realizes just how much that is true until you feel your baby kick the inside of your belly or see their little faces light up when they see you...and then watch them crawl like fury to get into your arms. I miss my little boy...

I'm just a girl in the world...

I just read yet another article that - even though it wasn't even remotely related to the topic of differences in gender - just once again yelled to the world, "Women are exactly just the same as men."

Are you kidding me? Do we need to go over basic anatomy? Please, people. Women and men are completely different.

Okay, so society screams this, as well. Modern people make things so freaking confusing. You always hear, "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus." And haven't we all heard men complain about how they don't understand women. And, you know what...I bet that deep down in everyone's secret thoughts they would very eagerly admit that working with a bunch of women is absolute HELL. (I can say these things because...well, I am a woman. Though I would hope that I don't talk about co-workers behind their backs or get moody for no reason or stab people in the back when they least expect it...)

Point is...I am so sick of feminism that I could puke. We absolutely cannot do everything that a man can do. That is why female athletes compete on different criteria. And how many female constuction workers have you seen in your lifetime? And the last time that I was in the maternity ward...Well, let's just say that I didn't see any men going through labor.

The fact is...men and women are completely different. And to tell our daughters, "Honey, you are just as good as a man...maybe better. Don't box yourself in by acting like a woman..." Which, though most might not exactly admit that is what they are saying...Let me tell you...That IS what they are saying...There are so many girls that are confused as crap now. They don't know what it means to be feminine. They know that they are different than the guys...but they mistakenly think that the only difference is physical. So they flaunt their bodies in hopes of attracting the opposite sex. It's almost as if they are saying..."Hey, look at me. I am a girl. I know that you wouldn't be able to tell any other way...Because I am just as strong as you and just as career oriented as you and just as good a leader as you...But I really am a girl...See..."
And if they do decide to wear covering clothing...Well, then they try to talk to draw attention to their bodies. They get eating disorders just to get attention and they talk about things that should never be discussed in mixed company...

What are we doing to our kids, people? Women are not "better" than men...they are just different. Since when did the attributes and strengths that God bestowed on woman become a mark of shame? I like the fact that I am weaker than my husband. I like taking care of our family...yes, that means cooking and cleaning and looking after our baby. I like that I know where everything is in our house because I put it there with my own two little hands. I like watching my husband be successful in his career while I care for the home while he is away. It doesn't bother me that Hubby makes the money and...well, I make the beds and the dinner. I don't need my own checking account. And, you know what - just while we are at it...I like my curves. I like my big "baby hips." (I would not, however, enjoy possessing a double chin, thunder thighs or a bedunkadunk (sp?) butt. Don't you love that commercial?) I am a woman - for crying out loud. I love the way that I look when I am pregnant. I love the fact that my body is 100% built for the job that God created me for.

And just while we are at it...I don't think that men are smarter than women. I just think that our brains are built differently. Men have a more focused intellect. Women can multitask. And with a baby underfoot...you have to multitask.

And here's one that is going to anger alot of women...I don't believe in women leaders. A woman President is just a bad idea. Let's look at Adam and Eve. Adam was given a position of leadership. And Eve was created as his help-meet. I may be stoned for saying this, but I don't think that women possess the leadership abilities that men do. Women are built completely different emotionally. We are nurturing. Men are strong leaders. But...as the saying goes...behind every man is a good woman. Let's just leave that there.

And I believe that men are supposed to be head of the household. There is nothing that I find more aggravating than a bossy, pushy, overbearing woman with a hen-pecked husband. I am very happy to let Hubby be head of the household. It is his God-given job. And I will not let my selfish pride get in the way of that. Men are supposed to love their wives as much as Christ loved the church...and Christ gave His life for the church. That's a very strong, selfless love. And for those of you who are still not convinced..."The church follows the head of Christ. In the same way, wives should follow the lead of their husbands in everything." Ephesians 5:24.

In short...God created us differently...men and women that is. We are absolutely not the same...and you know what? I'm kind of happy about that. And...I am happy to be a girl.

Klondike bars and a sunburned nose...

Every time that I read celebrity gossip...which isn't too often these days...I get the same thought. I wish that K-Fed would straighten up his act and get his butt in line. Then he could be a stable father to his two little boys. And...he could really help the Britster. Their marriage could be saved...I HATE divorce...and they could use their celebrity influence to open up their own rehab facility for troubled teens. And Britney would start putting out family friendly tunes that sold themselves because of their musical quality and not Britney's sexuality. Just a dream I have...

What would I do for a Klondike bar? Quite alot. I can't quit thinking about them. Yummmmmmm....

I must tell you how excited I am that the mall in town is going to be getting a Bebe store this spring! Such cute things...even if some of the things look a little slutty. It's just what you choose to wear...I am trying to think about things like that in the terms of "would I let my daughter wear that..." So, while I might buy some one-piece bathing suits this summer...I would still shop at Bebe.

I really want a daughter so that I can have a shopping buddy...but if I have all sons...I will still be the happiest woman on the face of the planet. I will just have to wait for daughter-in-laws to go shopping with. Even though my son isn't even a year old yet, I am already praying for his future wife - if that is God's will for him - and I must admit...I love her so much already even though I don't know who she is. I am praying that she and I will be Ruth and Naomi...just without the need of a Boaz.

Klondike bars...Klondike bars...sushi...klondike bars...

I want to watch Easter Parade with Judy Garland...And I want to eat a whole container of Chubby Hubby, and a Klondike bar, perhaps...And I want to wear a pretty new nightgown with pink flowers and ruffles...And I want to paint my fingernails and toenails and wear sweet smelling lotion...And a pink ribbon in my hair. And I want freshly shaved, slightly sunburned legs. And a sunburned nose. I know that it looks ridiculous...but I always wear my first sunburned nose of the season with pride.

Did you miss me?

I want a klondike bar...or 10 of them. Yum.

I hope that someday a wonderful, soon-to-be-married, greatly missed, soon-to-be-psychiatrist will have a black leather couch somewhere in her residence. And when Hubby and I go to visit her, I will lay down and start talking out of my head. Poor, Doc.

I think that I could eat corned beef and cabbage with yummy mustard sauce everyday of my life and that would be fine with me.

I am seriously considering becoming a partial vegetarian again...except for fast-food hamburgers and corned beef.

I live for the weekends. Last Saturday was so wonderful. And this weekend will be wonderful, too.

I really miss my Modest Mouse CD. I saw a modest mouse song butchered on American Idol by all of the contestants...It freaked me out a little. What really freaks me out...I am actually watching American Idol. And I am admitting it on my blog. What have I become?

If I had to choose what I wantd to eat right now...and I am hungry...but I refuse to eat just because I am hungry, because that is just a terrible reason to eat anything...I would eat fake sushi - cucumber rolls - a big, wonderful salad with boiled eggs, bell pepper, tomatoes, carrots, sunflower seeds, and cheese, and...hmmm...klonkide bars. Oh, yeah, and a steak. Okay, so add steak to the meaty things that I would still eat if I became a partial vegetarian. I think that my stomach is going to eat itself.

I have to iron tonight. I do not enjoy ironing - in the least...But I do very much enjoy the result of me ironing...My Hubby all dressed up.

There aren't many things more beautiful than the smile of my little boy. You know what...I can't think of any thing more beautiful. Thank You, God, for Your blessings on my life.