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Bachelor: Brad Womack

This is obviously a hot button issue. We'll have to discuss it more after the show tonight.

To address some comments:
Yes, I believe that he is the hottest bachelor ever, in a normal sense. The rest have been total losers. I'll have to explain more later. I'll go back in history at another time. Right now I don't want to take away from the impact of this season.

Deanna was seen at Brad's bar. It wouldn't surprise me if they have been in touch since the show although I thought that was a no-no according to their contract. She was relatively normal as well which is why I could totally see them living happily ever after.

The Bachelor: Brad Womack

WHAAAAT?! Brad Womack, the hottest, most normal of all the Bachelors in history obviously has some committment issues. That was such a crappy ending. It was just-blah. I cannot believe he didn't pick one. Just pick one, dammit. Then you can break up with them an hour later but at least give us the satisfaction of thinking you are in love. I thought for sure he was going to pick Deanna. I was wrong.

My theory for the reason he didn't pick either one:
Jenny was too damn emotional and immature. and he didn't really jive with her family. I know he says he did but I think the thought of marrying into the family (as nice as I am sure they are) didn't appeal to him and being the committment-phobe that he is, all the crying and desperation scared him away.

and as for Deanna. He knew that he wanted to marry her, or someone exactly like her, that is if he really wanted to get married. But committment-phobes don't get married so he couldn't choose her.

That's it. I cannot wait for tomorrow's After the Final Rose.

Before I had kids, my friend told me that when another kid was mean to your kid you wanted to kick their ass. On Friday, I experienced that feeling. Not only did I want to kick the kid's ass, but I did kick her ass. This is what happened.

We all loaded up, BP, W and me and went to the park. It was CRAZY! Kids everywhere in addition to about 20 moms having a late afternoon picnic while their kids ran rampant. So W was having a grand time, going down the slide, climbing all over. and there was me. My first outing to the park with both of them. I was trying to watch W on the play equipment and watch BP in his stroller that was caught in the crossfire of a thousand older boys throwing chunks of dried mud at each other and before I knew it a little girl had shoved, and I mean SHOVED W down the slide, so hard that he was all askew, barely hanging on, almost falling off with a look of terror on his face. and he started crying, more from fear than anything but he could have really hurt himself. That's when I lost it. I let her have it. I tried to keep my cool and told her she was too old to be doing that, that she needed to apologize, that she shouldn't be on the little kids area. She was about 7-8 years old and really pretty. So pretty that people probably have been telling her that all of her life so she has that bitchy attitude. I know this because she sassed me back and got right back up on the slide and slid down. So I poked her in the chest with my finger and told her she wasn't allowed on the little kids equipment and if she was going to act like that she should go elsewhere (in so many words). and the little bitch looked at me as if she didn't give a flying f--- and went on her merry way. Side note: I don't remember being a bitch until I was 12 or so. When we were leaving the park she had the audacity to stare me down until we were out of eyesight. Kids these days. I am shocked. and if it was your kid, I won't apologize because if it had been my kid acting like that I would have been pleased that you reprimanded my child. It takes a village...

Her mom was obviously was one of the mom's whoopin' it up at the picnic so was totally unaware of the situation but by gaging her kid's attitude I am not sure she would have cared anyway.

I told W that he wasn't allowed to hit girls but he sure could push them back if the situation called for it.

Now I don't want to be one of those mom's that fights the battles for their kids. That's what make a nerd but I am not sure how to remove myself. If it happened again I would do the same thing.

Can't play a player

W has taken to whining a lot lately but only with me and especially if I am going to leave him and take the baby even if it's only out of the room. This whining, grates on my last frickin' nerve. I am finding myself raising my voice and pouring more wine than I thought I would. Like last night when J was still at work, W was whining at me and BP was screaming at the top of his lungs like he is want to do in the early evening. AAAAHHHHHHHH!

I need to catch him in a photo. He sticks his bottom lip out and and puts his bottom teeth to his top lip and goes at it. I started doing it back to him. Only because I knew he was whining to provoke a response. How do I know? Because YOU CAN'T PLAY A PLAYER. It is the exact same face I made when I was a kid to get what I wanted. I don't remember if it worked for me or not but I tell you one thing. It ain't gonna work for him. No sir. We are nipping this one in the bud-even if it drives me to drink.

Calgon take me away

I had a few after pregnancy firsts on Tuesday. I got the go ahead to excercise again which is kind of bittersweet, you know. I am ready but not looking forward to the pressure of excercising everyday. and I took a scalding hot bath!!! That was the best. As I was soaking in the hot water I thought to myself that a bath is truly the only time that I get that is stress free. Because...when I take a shower I have W standing there watching me with his hands on his knees(not sure how long that is going to be appropriate but..). We don't have locks on the doors-the people before us I guess thought they were being fancy by putting swinging french doors there and even fancier with their open shower that is not supposed to splash water out on the floor (it does splash water by the way if you are in the market for a bathroom reno.) So W is always there. Even when I'm sleeping I always have an ear open for one of the boys waking up. and when I am in my car, running errands alone, there is always that rush to get back nagging at me. I don't think that ever goes away. So the bath is going to be my only alone time. I am sooo glad to have it back.

Hi. I'm better. I've had more sleep and finally feel kind of functional. I'm just one of those people who need 9 hours of sleep. J, not so much. He never went to bed last night. He worked all night and is working all day, all with a stiff upper lip. I don't know how he does it. I would be screaming and crying.

We're getting into somewhat of a routine with BP. That's the other thing. It was the lack of sleep, raging hormones, having to nurse all the time, with no routine to govern my day. It drove me crazy. Literally. So we're on the upswing.

I cooked a real dinner for the first time since I had the baby. It was delicious. I still had to shovel it down so fast that I had reflux (seems to be a common theme lately) but it was good. Double cut pork chops with a carmelized onion gravy and shitake mushrooms. I wish I had a photo for you. BP started crying halfway through as did the LB. lately he's been having crying fits when we put him to bed-for hours. We can't figure it out. I am guessing it's some kind of separation anxiety. Last week he ended up sleeping with us. Well, he slept. We didn't so I was having none of that last night. I'm already sleep deprived as it is.

Anyway, look for more upbeat posts in the coming days. I promise there is a fun loving person somewhere behind all of this.