Amy, her Miracle Baby and the Shower

My nurse friend Amy is having a baby. I will not go into the personal gynecological details but she did everything to conceive, using the best the medical science has to offer to no avail. Well, God prevailed and she is approaching the birth of Samuel the beginning of May. She is a small individual by stature and looks like she is carrying a Clydesdale. Being the totally compassionate person I will just say this: better her than me. We are having a shower for her today at 2pm at my house. I volunteered several months ago to host the shindig and since my home is half way between her home town and where the rest of her friends reside my offer was accepted. I really wasn't thinking much about it because all I had to do was provide the house and make sangria and her favorite, banana punch. I am not much of a housekeeper. That is the understatement of the year. I actually am NO housekeeper. I don't know why that domestic gene skipped past me but it did and I end up in a panic when I think I am going to have company. My friends accept that when they come over there will be a few dishes in the sink, laundry on the floor of the laundry room and my bed unmade. I have other qualities and given enough time might be able to list them but I digress. I was in a panic and decided to hire a housekeeper last week. She was to come Tuesday this week and Thursday. Well Tuesday she got lost and came late. I apparently did not have enough cleaning supplies(any) and she gave me a list to buy before she came back. Stan and I went to Target and I found myself in the cleaning aisle looking at all the neat things they have for making your abode shine. Stan laughed and said he wished he had a camera to preserve the moment seeing as how I usually run thru that area of the store. I bought all the items requested and sat them on the counter awaiting the cleaning lady. Thursday she called to say that her husband had been arrested and her car impounded. Do I have good luck or what? So I started in myself. I spent two hours in my bedroom dusting and sweeping. Do you have any idea how dusty the top blades of the ceiling fan can get? It's flipping amazing! I threw away things that I didn't want or need ending up with 3 huge trash bags of stuff for the garbage. I did laundry and worked on the kitchen. Becky came over Friday and did the bathrooms from top to bottom while I worked on the sangria and banana punch and decorated the dining room after scrubbing the floor. We decorated the 2 deer hanging in my hallway. They are pretty cute, they have baby hats on and large blue baby bottles hung around their necks. We tied bibs on each of their little deer necks. The carpets had been cleaned on Thursday so all in all the house looked better. I love to have my house clean I just don't have the time or energy to keep it up. The other hostesses are bringing all sorts of food. Cake too. YUM. I am just assuming that shower cake is as good as birthday and wedding cake. Other than cake I just want some sangria. I made what amounts to about 8 liters of the stuff. I used red wine, brandy, fruits, sugar and a cinnamon stick then before you serve it you top it off with just a little 7-up. YUMMM. I really wish my camera was working so that I could save pictures of the party and the house. I could hang pictures on my cleaning supply cupboard to encourage me to clean.. sort of like posting a picture of me in my bikini (when I was 26) on my refrigerator so that I won't want to break my diet. It doesn't always work but it's a thought. If I can manage to find a camera I will post some pictures.

Stimulation or I Am Really Pithed

Remember college anatomy and physiology when you had to dissect the frog? You had to select the frog then you had to have the frog "pithed". Pithing is when you sever the spinal cord up by the little frog neck. That little procedure rendered the frog paralyzed but still alive, unable to move or help itself in any way. Then you placed the pithed frog on its belly and applied an electrical shock to its legs and made it hop due to the exchange of sodium and ummmm... something else. Hey it's been 35 years since I have been in that damn class so give me a break.

As I was driving to work I had an AH-HA moment and drew a modern day analogy to the pithed frog. We the American tax paying public are the pithed frog. The Obama stimulus package is the electrical shock. As long as we keep getting the shock we will hop but when it stops we are on our stomachs in a world of hurt. What happens next is the frog(us) is pinned to a mat and eviscerated by the student(congress)all in the name of forwarding scientific study(socialism). By the way it has been debated whether the frog feels anything. I think we are being numbed by rhetoric and fear to the point of being paralyzed just like that frog. By inaction we are allowing congress to pin us to the mat and gut us financially. Okay you frogs don't get pithed get back in the pond and take charge of your lilly pad