May I suggest you NEVER do this...

Ever since finding out about "Pregnancy Brain" or "Placenta Brain" I use it as an excuse daily. Anyways, I was researching the legitimacy of this term on google - and if you use google you know that it gives you suggestions for your search as your typing. SOMEHOW it suggested "placenta recipes" Let me back track - I had NO idea that people used their placenta for anything other than filling a small garbage bag UNTIL one day floating in the MGM lazy river with Kate and Suzanne. (Thanks girls) So I decided to let google search "placenta recipes" and then clicked on the very first link that popped up...I think the entire island of Oahu could hear me screaming as soon as the page loaded...seriously the most disturbing thing I've ever seen - what nightmares are made of!!

Although, I hear if you feed your baby it's placenta it turns out looking a little like this...

I'm next to the guy in the Hawaiian Shirt...

After spending 4 years in Vegas in the timeshare business I've grown a strong dislike for the tourist. So moving to Hawaii seemed to be the perfect place to "get away" right?? But the brand new white sneakers, fanny packs, and mardi gras beads of Vegas have only been replaced by Hawaiian floral clothing, shell jewelry, and leis (often you'll find that couples/families find a fun matching theme - as demonstrated below by my favorite luau family)

**It may appear that that my dress is hawaiianish - but I assure it is NOT - and furthermore, I'm only wearing a shell necklace b/c it was given to me at the start of the Luau and it would be rude for me to take it off. Anyways, you gotta love the "take a picture of me but we're really taking a picture of you" photography style ;)

Since our week at the beachfront resort - my husband and I have taken a step closer to the real world here in Hawaii...only to discover that the Hawaiian Prints are NOT just for the tourist. THEY. ARE. EVERYWHERE.! Even the cashiers, stockers, and baggers at our local commissary are in Hawaiian shirts. I just want to know why.

In the meantime, I'll continue to be a smart ass with my husband when we get separated out and about and he calls looking for me - "I'm next to the guy in he Hawaiian shirt..."

So how do you tell a tourist apart from a "local"?? SUNBURN - the super bright red painful looking sunborn set off by the super bright white skin your bathing suit was covering.

On an island...

So, we are currently staying on an island...within an island. This morning Dustin left me for a few hours and I literally felt as though the land was closing in around me because I had NOWHERE to go...I was left alone with my thoughts.(Which is usually a dangerous thing)

It began with thinking about how nice it will be when we're finally settled in our house and I can make it a home :) Which requires all of our household goods...

Things that are somewhere on a ship slowly making their way to Oahu. Which makes me wonder what kind of creep crawly things have invaded my things...

Creepy crawlies that I'm sure will han

g on for the ride into my house in various shapes and sizes. Which begs the question, how am I going to kill said creatures if the D man isn't around...

Yeah, I'm talking about my husband who will likely be traveling a good part of the time and will be no where close enough to kill the bugs. Which would really suck if he were away when the baby comes...

Speaking of baby, baby currently feels like a creepy crawly thing in my tummy. Which totally reminds me of the X-Files with parasites and alien

s and stuff under people's skin...

But the best episode was the crazy circus town in Florida where this guy's dead siamese twin was still attached to him but would detach at night and kill other circus freaks. Which makes me think that maybe watching all these X-Files episodes is why I'm so deathly afraid of the dark, bugs, and being home alone....

Did I mention how great it is to be on the island ;)

UMM..eww Gross

First - my page isn't pretty yet, because I don't know how to do that...but I'll try soon. The only reason I'm starting now is because I have things to say, and I can't say them on facebook. S00000000...

WHY oh WHY are you posting pictures of your c-section?!? Yes, I'm talking about it being yanked out and then held up in all it's nasty placenta glory. I mean seriously,

there's enough goo on this kid to make at least a months supply of vitamins, just sayin'

Even if I weren't with child - which already weirds me out as it is - this would scare me. Com

e to think of it, maybe had you had this baby soo

ner and posted these pics it would have scared the you know what out of me and I would have never touched another boy for as long as I live -

thus, I would not be where I am now ;)