The Popcorn Song - Foreclosure Remix

:::Sing to the tune of "The Popcorn Song":::

I looked out the window and what did I see?

3 for sale signs staring back at me.

Why does this come as a big surprise?

Neighbors disappearing right before my eyes

I can take a Valium to ease the pain

Our house value dropping like Seattle rain *

I wish it wasn’t so

But it seems to be

All my neighbors are short-saling on me!

(* I compared our house value to Seattle rain because 1) Seattle rain falls frequently and 2) it rhymed with pain and let’s face it, that was about as creative as I get.)

Bicho loves to be sung to – especially songs that have hand motions to go with them. So the other day when I opened the front window blinds and saw ANOTHER “For Sale” sign up at a neighbor’s home, I thought of this song. Silly, I know – but give me a break, I’m a mom of a 9 month old. The sad part was that I thought this song was actually pretty clever. In fact when I shared the song with my husband, I laughed so hard I snorted. (Yes, I laugh at my own jokes.)

::SIGH::

Please tell me somebody else out there feels my pain. Somebody? Anybody? Pleeeeeease!!

"Big Bicho Belly" or "Why I Stink at Blogging on a Regular Basis"

Here is my personal portrait...

And here is Terrence's picture...

Personally, I like the "far away" approach.

("I'd like her to look a little more attractive. How far can you pull pack?" "How do you feel about Cleveland?" - name that movie!)

I can't really complain about how I feel right now. I think Heavenly Father is really helping me get through my last few work weeks and miles upon miles of traveling that is required. And He has saved me (on more than one occasion) from seriously injuring people who make those "well-meaning" pregnancy comments like "Wow, you are getting really big". Usually I would respond with a "Great observation, Sherlock. Can't sneak anything past you, huh?!" But I try to refrain. One sweet Latino man at work told me I was "engordandose" which means getting fat. I told him (in a semi-joking manner) if he ever said that to me again, I was going to fill his mouth with my knuckles (it sounds much more suave in Spanish). I think I scared him off since he hasn't said a word to me since. As you can tell, my biggest trial right now is controlling my tongue and swallowing the sarcasm that just flies out of my mouth on an involuntary basis.

::Sigh:: I think I should have registered for a muzzle.

But in better news, I had my first "internal exam" ::grimace:: and it went as well as an "internal exam" could go. I guess I am about 50% effaced - whatever that means and I've apparently started to "thin out". He apparently missed that round thing between my extremely enlarged chest and pubic bone (ha ha - my lame attempt for a joke)! So anyhoo, I'll just plan for Bicho to come on time. And if she comes any earlier...heaven help us!