Babs in Blogland

Save the date!  Babs will be turning 35 next month!  Yes, I know,  it’s hard to believe.  With such youthful features and a girlish figure, I know I look more like I’m about to start my 25th year and not my 35th.

I have another dear friend that will also turn the big THREE FIVE this year.  Recently, she expressed to me her desire to take a test to determine her fertility.  I told her I could not do such a thing because if I found out I could not have children I would surely start binge drinking.

She and I, as well as most women I know, are in the same boat.  No husband and baby daddy in sight!  For some women, this isn’t such a big deal.  But for those of us that desire marriage and family, this is a very depressing fact.

Still, I don’t think it would do her any good to know if she has passed the age of fertilization.  Would knowing that her odds get worse with each passing year (they do) cause her to do anything differently?  I think not.  So she may as well continue with business as usual.

To all the ladies in the same boat, would you be willing to take a test to determine your fertility options?  Would knowing make a difference in how you deal with men?  Do you think it would cause you to lower your standards?  Do you think it would cause you to consider having a baby before finding a husband?

Lots of questions on this Wednesday morning!

This morning I was determined to get up early and hit the gym. Its been several months since I’ve done it so I knew it would be difficult. I got up and took the dog for a quick walk. The entire time I was thinking how tired I was and I should just go back to sleep. But then I thought about my stomach and willed myself not to get back in the bed. I had already packed my things the night before so I just had to throw on my workout clothes, brush my teeth and leave. And that’s just what I did.

Except I left my keys in the house.

So I am typing this on my blackberry at 6am while sitting on my patio. I can catch a ride to work with my coworker and Intern has a key I can pick up this afternoon. But sitting here in my workout clothes with all my shit is not a good look. And I’ll be sitting here for 90 minutes until my coworker is ready to go to work.

I should always always always listen to my instincts. They told me to go back to bed but I ignored them. Not only am I missing another hour of sleep, but I’m not even going to get a workout in!

Of all the things that I dislike, being invited to parties where the host is selling something tops the list.  You know the kinds of parties I am referring to: tupperwa.re, pa.mpered chef, ma.ry kay, etc.  I’ve also been invited to jewelry parties, purse parties and even s.e.x toy parties.  And you know what?  I decline every.single.invitation.

I don’t care who is throwing the party.  My own grandmother could be peddling spaghetti containers and sandwich boxes and I’m not going.  Why would I want to get all dolled up to go over to someone’s house and listen to a hard sales pitch?  That’s why they have malls and shopping centers.

What really irritates me is when I get an invitation from someone who has never seen fit to have me in their house before.  So you are finally inviting me to your house and I gotta bring my checkbook?  No thanks, I’m busy.

Years ago, I attended a super bowl party where the half time activities included ushering all of the ladies into a room for a s.e.x. toy party.  Now, I didn’t know the hostess or anyone at that party except the girl who invited me.  Did they really think I was going to start palming d.i.l.d.o.s and sampling lubes in front of a bunch of strangers?  I don’t think so.  Homie don’t play that.

Recently, I was at the house of an acquaintance for a cookout and child’s birthday party.  While I sat waiting for nearly two hours for the food to be ready (I’ll blog about that shigity later) I was not offered a single thing to nibble on.  I had to ask for something to drink.  But boy there was no problem whatsoever putting a catalogue for her jewelry business in my face.  I couldn’t even feign interest.  I flipped through about two pages before I pushed it to the side and waited on lunch.

Ladies, how do you feel about these types of parties?  Do you attend?  Do you host them?  Do you know we are in a recession and I’m not buying a $40 chopper when I can purchase the same thing at Tarjay for $14?

I had an absolutely fabulous time at home with the parental units.  My mom made a couple of vats of sangria.  We sipped on that Friday and Saturday.  We feasted from the time I arrived until the time I left.  I attempted to wow my family my my cooking skillz skills.  I made chicken enchiladas for dinner Friday, and for our 4th of July feast I made macaroni and cheese and potato salad.  There was no shortage of carbohydrates this weekend!

We played board games and card games.  We played with Roxie.  We had sparklers.  And even AmyG came to see me on Saturday night.

It was a great time and I truly could have stayed a couple of more days.

How was your holiday weekend?

I’m sitting at the airport preparing to leave Depressingville. I just found out the flight is delayed. Great.

Roxie is sitting in my lap watching all the people. Her ears are at full attention. I’m gonna hate to put her in her carrier when we board, she barked the entire flight on the way here.

This is either going to be the worst flight ever or surprisingly good. In addition to Miss Roxie, there is one large assistance dog that wants to play with my baby and another puppy. There are also several toddlers and an infant.

I think the flight attendants would be wise to offer free cocktails for this motley crew!