Self Love leads to problems...

I'm going to have so much free time at work to sit and stare at ceilings that I don't know what to do! Some jack ass was busted in the act of self-love whilst admiring online porn and now my company is taking the internet away from the masses...totally. We will all have "approved" websites that we can visit, and I'm positive that my blog, MySpace, Twitter, TWW and all of your wonderfully entertaining blogs will NOT be in the approved list. BAH!!

I've worked there for almost 10 years and this isn't the first time they've done something rash like this - it's kind of like the "no eating at your desk rule". *inserts cookie into mouth while sitting at desk* See what I mean? So in a few months, I'm sure you'll see me more often during working hours - I just have to lay low for a while to keep up appearances that I am an extraordinary employee.

Luke won his real season football game last night - 12 to 7. :-)

My secret crush is still on with the possibility of great fun updates this weekend - it's the annual all you can eat bbq and cabbageball event at the playground! Just the theme alone leads me to believe that it shall be a raucous occasion! Nothing like a bunch of rednecks and beer and bbq and cabbageball to bring out the wild in everyone! Other than that, contact has been minimal, particularly since I don't purposefully seek him out and most of the time, he's just the kid's coach and I'm the kid's mom.

He and my husband plotted together this week to put my son's helmet stickers on upside down on purpose to see if they could get a rise out of me, because that is something that normally would aggravate me enough to confront the coach about. That's what they do - they plot together to see if they can push me over the edge - like 2nd graders! The joke was on them though because I was too tired that evening to even care and I just ignored them (see Clomid Haze).

Oh and did I mention that I got tickled last weekend by Coach? Um, yeah, I was standing in a door way and he came up behind me and gave me a solid tickle on his way out the door. It was one of those quick side tickles and nothing to write home about - BUT - I have thumb print bruises on both of my love handles! AH! (disclaimer - I bruise extremely easy, so the smallest tickle has always given me bruises) Ziggy asked what happened and I told him that he "must have been grippin on too hard the other night". And then he beamed with a look of male pride and made a gorilla noise and everyone was happy. Men are such simple creatures and I love him.

Our O days are a little more than a week away - so please keep up the prayers and good vibes! I've been having these daytime fantasies about how I would tell Ziggy that I was pregnant and how wonderful of a father he will be - and I just hate to even say this, but I have this great feeling about this month.

Randomness:
A lady came to the ballpark last night in rhinestone studded jeans and a hot pink rhinestone studded tank top and 100 pounds of makeup. She sat and drank beer from a styrofoam cup and smoked cigarettes and said the "F" word ALL night. So why couldn't I stop staring at her? Well, honestly, she was remarkably gorgeous - not make up gorgeous - but really really gorgeous - I mean just absolutely stunning from head to toe even beyond the nastiness. I felt so mad at her. If I was 10% as gorgeous as she was, I surely wouldn't dress/act/talk like trash. What a waste, and it made me so sad that she felt that she needed to look/dress/act like that to be beautiful when she already was so so gorgeous.