countess shell on April 23rd, 2007

The curse survives! Jessika once explained to me that the bad things that have happened with our home are a direct result of living on top of a Native American peoples burial ground. How else can one explain all the bizarre stuff that has happened with our home improvement projects? Guess what! [...]

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countess shell on April 11th, 2007

When were you people going to tell me that Cadbury mini eggs come in dark chocolate? You’ve seriously let me down. The Easter bunny, however, stepped up to the plate and has my back. Because of the gestational diabetes thing he put some in my basket and hid the rest where I [...]

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countess shell on April 5th, 2007

I fully recognize that the following makes me incredibly shallow and vain, and I don’t care. The grocery delivery boy today asked me “How much longer until the baby?” While I was in sweats, a tank, and a big cardigan that feels like a hug. Not even maternity clothes – which everyone [...]

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countess shell on April 3rd, 2007

What pregnancy is complete without a middle of the night visit to Labor & Delivery? We now know we can get from our home to the hospital parking lot in 9 minutes at 12:30 in the morning. We now know on which side of the hospital to park. We know where is [...]

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countess shell on April 2nd, 2007

I was working around the house this weekend with my iPod. I love my iPod. I love its randomness. While painting on Saturday the list went a little something like this:
Neil Diamond’s Brother Love’s Traveling Show
Bowling for Soup’s Come Back to Texas
Merle Haggard’s My Favorite Memory
KISS’s Beth
Yo-Yo Ma’s Cello Suite No.1, 2. [...]

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