My New Drug

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Shopping for baby clothes at Old Navy is just sickeningly addictive. They always seem to be having a sale on baby clothes, and how could you not buy this!

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It says “My Mommy’s a Rockstar!” though you can’t really tell in this pic….oh and this!

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Gaaahhhh! I feel myself wanting to purchase more already! And don’t even get me started on the PINK-camoflage skirt….which I can’t find online, but is seriously the cutest thing ever.

Oh, and I managed to purchase myself some hip, new cargo capris…which I didn’t try on until I got home and realized they are the exact same color as my skin. Which looks really creepy.

The Official End to My Youth

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No, it didn’t happen when the baby was born. It will end, ceremoniously, next week. Thursday, to be exact. The show that gave us Chrismakah, Adam Brody, Rachel Bilson and that spawned Laguna Beach (therefore spawning the best reality show The Hills) is ending. How I will miss the Cohen’s and the fighting by the pool and the incest and the comic book inuendo.

Sidenote: This show even named my old dog, Cali. The theme song was one of Trent and I’s favorite songs back before the show aired. When we heard it we decided we were going to move to California and live out the dream. The plan was amended, but we did decide to name our dog Cali. Of course, then she got hit by a car….ok, bad story.

Novacain for the Soul

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Hello there! It’s been a while, how is everyone? I am currently pumped full of drugs from a dental procedure that was nothing short of horrendous, so I really am not going to be writing anything interesting in this post. Just wanted to let you guys know that, yes, I am still here. I’m back from Florida. We almost got hit by a tornado (in Florida, not Kansas) and I want to take a nap now. But I have much to do, so I can’t. Oh, and I’m late on a Lucy Newsletter. I know, stop emailing me.

Wish Me Luck

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Today is the last day of babysitting my sister’s kids, and actually, it wasn’t nearly as frightening as I had orginally thought. They are pretty good little ones, and are so into video games and TV that is wasn’t really a babysitting job as it was the job of remote control changer or finder of the Ninendo DS that was right here, but now cannot be found.

Tomorrow I am heading to Dunedin, Florida to visit my mother. Our flight leaves at 7:30 in the morning, which means I have to be at the airport at 6:00 a.m. with a baby that doesn’t usually get up until 8. Truly. Scary. Everyone keeps telling me, don’t worry, surely she’ll sleep in the car or on the plane. And to that I say, you obviously have not met Lucy “Grumpy Pants” Peters. If that child is not in her own bed with her own mobile and her own sound machine she refuses to even lay her head down.

So, wish me luck! I’ll write when I have access to the Interweb.

Factoid

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Chanel No. 5 smells like my grandmother…I always thought it would be some phenomenal smell, something that smelled like rich people or movie stars. But, nope. Just smells like my grandma.

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