First of all, before I forget, my beautiful new pink icon of Hannah was made for me by
pryina_pandora - lots of thanks, I absolutely LOVE it! :-)
In other news, I just realized today how much more motivated and active I've been since I've had Hannah. Before I had her, even before my pregnancy, I was soooooo lazy. I mean pathetically lazy. And there are still times where all I feel like doing is laying around all day, but I have gotten so much better! I swept and scrubbed the kitchen floor today and it looks really nice. I wanted to mow the grass before my dad got home from Vegas, but I guess it rained last night and it looks like it might rain again today so I don't think I'm going to get a chance to. Maybe it won't rain today, though, and tomorrow the grass will be dry enough to mow. Let's hope so!
My freaking cat is so damn STUPID! She continuously wants to go outside even in rainy or extremely hot weather, but as soon as I let her out she wants back in because of the weather. So whatever, I let her back in and in about 5 minutes she wants to go back out. Moron. This time I let her out and I'm not letting her back in for awhile. Stupid cat, maybe she'll learn. I'm doubting it though.
And also, I finished that book Where Are the Children? last Saturday night. It was pretty good, but there were a LOT of things about it that severely annoyed me. The auther switched the point of view so many times and at so many critical moments that I wanted to shoot her. Seriously. Oh, and okay, I'm not a genius or anything, but the people in this book were huge morons. First of all, if a mother takes her kids to the store with her, leaves them in the car to run in a shop real quick and when she comes back out the kids are gone. . . how in the HELL is she a suspect??? I mean. . . everyone in the shop is a witness to the fact that she was IN THE SHOP! I guess she just cloned herself so that while she was in the shop, her OTHER self could go kidnap the kids from her car and kill them. That must be it. And another thing that makes me think all these people are idiots. . . Okay, so two children are missing in a REALLY small town and you go to some mysterious man's appartment where he has a locked closet door that he insists he can't open, the room smells like baby powder, and the bathtub is full and has a rubber ducky floating around in there. HELLO?! DUH YOU STUPID SMALL TOWN HICKS, HOW OBVIOUS IS IT THAT THE KIDS ARE THERE IN THE FUCKING CLOSET?!?!?!?!?!
I'm okay, I'm alright. . . I'm just going to take a big deep breath and get over it. Ahhh, I feel much better. I don't want to mislead anyone, it was a good book, there were just a few things that pissed me off about it. I mean, come on, how smart do you have to be to figure out that something is weird about that situation? Although, I admit, he could just be some freak who has a few odd sexual fetishes, but the fact that he is some mysterious guy in a small town who keeps to himself and just happens to be visiting at the time that the two children dissapear and then he has a locked closet door that he refuses to open is just too coincedental. At least call the cops to go investigate it. URGH! Anyway, now I'm reading this book called Unexpected by Lori Foster. (She's the auther with the steamy sex scenes.) It's a really good book. There has only been one sex scene so far and it wasn't that indepth or very steamy, but the book is soooooo good, I hardly even noticed. Actually, the sex scene kind of annoyed me because it happens when they are in the middle of a jungle in Central America on a rescue mission for the main guy's brother. . . which you would think that they would both be too preoccupied to have sex, but apparently not. And even though this jungle is full of jaguars, snakes, and poisonous insects I have to admit that I wouldn't mind having some hot, steamy sex of my own there. ;-)
Alright, I'm done. I need to do my pilates and then hopefully I'll have a little time to read my book before Hannah wakes up from her nap! Being as I really don't have a life, I'll most likely update again later.
~Nickie~