That's what I get for watching Oprah

Oprah had a group from Canada on today. The Canadian Tenors I believe. They sang this song and now I'll be singing it too for the rest of the evening. I love this song. I try to refrain from using the word favorite because if you've ever been around me when I'm listening to the radio, I have tons of favorites. The phrase just doesn't even make sense coming from my mouth but I do dearly love this song. There are many versions and even more interpretations of those versions. I think that's the beauty of it. It means so many different things to people. I'm not going to analyze what I think it means, I don't think you really care what I think anyway. Whatever your interpretation, you can't deny that it is a beautiful piece of art! I wish I had the energy to load a video. You really need to hear the music too.

This happens to be Leonard Cohen's version. One of them. I think even he had two!


"Hallelujah"

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I'm a little ashamed to admit this but when Jason Castro sang it on American Idle, it brought me to tears. Don't tell anyone but I may have had a tiny little crush on him...:0
I was going to upload the video but I don't have the patience. You can Google it.

If what they say is true

So, I know the whole heartburn/indigestion/acid reflux thing and them correlating with whether or not your child has hair is an old wives' tale but let me just say this.

If what they say IS true. I'm giving birth to a woolly mammoth!

Seriously.

WARNING: What you are about to read may be a little graphic.

I have THE WORST acid reflux ever! Rolling over in my bed during the night is causing me to burp up yucky, acidic fluid! Not just once or twice either. I'm talking every. single. time I turn from side to side this happens.

I can only imagine this getting worse in the weeks to come. Someone please tell me 11 weeks will go by quickly, please? anybody?


Oh, little girl. I hope you are not too hairy. And if you are, let's just go ahead and blame it on your dad.

He might as well get ready to be blamed for your negative traits. After all, everyone knows I don't have any. If you don't believe me, ask my mother. Wait. Don't ask her. That women can't tell a lie to save her life.

All about Ava

I really try to post about other things besides pregnancy but let's face it, that's really the most interesting thing going on right now. These are some pictures that most likely will only interest my family. Who am I kidding, no one else reads this blog anyway.

Here you go!

First up is Justin getting ready to paint stripes on the wall.

He did good, huh?

My good friends and coworkers hosted a shower for one of the other teachers and me. We're both having girls!

This was one of the cute little center-pieces.

Diaper cake. Looks so cute in her nursery!

Yummmy cake made by the mother of one of our students.

And Finally, my big fat pregnant belly at 27 weeks.

I'm pretty sure there will be no more pictures of my face from here on out. I cried for an hour after I saw myself in the shower pictures. Pregnancy does NOT look good on me people!

Mixin It Up

I'm starting to get uncomfortable with our last name being in the title of this blog. I'm trying something new for a while. We'll see if it sticks.


Hey, it's Spring Break!


We have some projects to do around the house before little girl makes her big debut. Hopefully in the middle of all those projects my hubby and I can enjoy a movie or something. Maybe even a nice dinner date?

I do know that my spring break will include a trip to the hair salon. This hair needs some serious help. I'm tired of looking like Mich3lle Dugger!

Maybe I'll post a picture or two. Maybe I won't.

Happy Spring Everyone!

Waking up is hard to do....

5:50- Ava decides she wants me to eat breakfast . Her way of telling me- kicking me in the bladder.

6:00-Cat # 1 decides he's hungry. His way of telling me- walking back and forth across my abdomen. Mainly, my bladder.

6:20- Cat # 2 decides she's hungry. Her way of telling me- curling up on top of my (you guessed it) BLADDER!

6:30- TV alarm goes off.

6:35- I slowly and painfully roll myself out of bed, hobble to the restroom and give my poor, abused bladder some relief. I then feed the cats, feed myself (and my girl) and stumble sleepily back into the bedroom to begin my morning routine.

But not before..........emptying my bladder......... AGAIN!

Because now little Ava has some energy from breakfast and is tap dancing on (you guessed it) my BLADDER!

If my bladder could talk, it probably wouldn't have very nice things to say to me right now.