Strange Sightings

Today was an odd day. It started off fine with a good workout, stop for coffee and work. Then things got a little weird.

The first instance (well, first through probably 100th) were expected. CMA Fest in downtown Nashville started today, and that always makes for some good people watching. It makes me wonder what people were thinking when they got ready in the morning. Just because you are on vacation does not give you permission to throw out all common sense in regards to what you wear. My friends and I have even made a game out of it called FINGO, or Fan Fair Bingo. Each square has some fashion "No-No" in it including things like muffin top, mesh shirts, tie-dye cowboy hats, saggy boob tattoos and inappropriate belly shots. Believe me we saw a lot of them. If you've ever been to a county or state fair, airport, theme park or music festival then I'm sure you've witnessed some of the monstrosities.

If witnessing the finest that come out for a musical festival wasn't enough on the drive home we spotted three Amish people walking down the street. Now Amish are not that strange, but the fact that they were carrying CMA Fest fans was a bit odd. I didn't know Amish were country music fans.

The final oddity of the evening was when I got closer to home. On the road to my house I passed a couple out for an evening walk. The guy was smoking a cigarette, so the walk couldn't be doing that much good, and on his shoulder was a large white bird. It looked like a huge parrot or something. I guess he was just taking him out for a walk.

I would have loved to have gotten pictures of my strange sightings, but unfortunately I didn't capture the moments. Maybe tomorrow during Friday's lunch session of Fingo I can snap some shots to share.

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Dugger Irritation

With our Internet down last night, I almost forgot about this one. I was watching some pretty bad TV last night. After flipping channels for awhile, I finally settled on TLC's show about the Dugger family. You know the family with the 18 kids. The show last night was about how the oldest son and his wife found out they were pregnant, and it followed them to the doctor and other stuff. Well, I really only remember one thing from the episode. It was in the very beginning when they were talking about how the girl didn't want to look at her pee stick test because she had been trying for four months and was really getting upset about the test being negative. Four whole months? The horrors!

I normally don't get bothered by others and their pregnancies, but for some reason this one hit me. I understand that when you're trying every month can seem to take forever and everyone is different but really? four months? Hmmmm...

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Hub's test day

The hubs would totally kill me if he knew I was writing about this, but I have to share. It's my whole over-sharing thing coming to light again. So here it is...the Hubs went and got his little swimmers tested today. Way back in March (after a year of trying), we made a deal - if we are unpregnated by his June yearly check up, he was going to visit the sperm doctor.

It's June, and he kept his end of the bargain. He went for his yearly checkup with the general doctor last week, and she set him up with a urologist, which he went to yesterday. Since the urologist wasn't set up to take donations for testing, he had to go to another place today to make his deposit. My sweet, sweet Hubs had to suffer through three doctor's offices in a week. Poor guy. He did tell me that the urologist told him it was probably all my fault. Isn't that nice? He supposedly said that 60% of the time it is the female, 20% it's the male, and 20% it's both. So in Hub's head he decided that there is a 70% chance that it's all on me. Of course, he wasn't mean about it, and I think he was just kidding with me. I told him before he went that it was probably all me because of the thyroid and elevated insulin, but I still would like him to have to do some testing. I shouldn't be the only one, right?

The results won't be back until Tuesday, but he was already coming up with excuses why any results could be off. We highly doubt they are, but you never know. Since the Hubs has a fear of daughters, he has told his soldiers to only shoot Ys. So, of course, if his count is low that is why. He's only shooting half a load because the Xs are left out. I don't think it works that way, but whatever makes him happy.

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The flowers are blooming

This morning, I walked outside to take the dog out and saw that on of my daylilies has bloomed. It's one that I brought back all the way from our trip to South Carolina last year. I'm not really sure what its name is, but I shall call it Hope.



I've been having lots of hope lately. I think everyone needs to have hope for something. Hope for the future, hope for something in particular, hope for a better life. It's good to have hope because that means that you are at least positively thinking thinking about something. When you have no hope, it means you've given up, and that leads to a negative outlook.

So what do I hope for? Like you even have to ask. Of course, my hope is for a baby...a baby Baldwin. I have hope for other things as well, but this is the one that is on my heart most often. Actually, it's on my heart and in my thoughts pretty much all day long. But I'm glad I still have hope for it.

In the upcoming week, the Baldwins will be going at our "project" hard. It's the big "O" week. Time for ovulation baby!

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Wednesday's Picture

There's a storm rolling in.

The view from the tenth floor is actually a good one even on days when a front moves through.

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Just keep...

It's the beginning of a new month. So many possibilities...

At the beginning of every month I do my counting and I try to figure out my days. The problem is that it's not perfect. It's not a perfect science, and I definitely don't have a perfect cycle. So what to do. Like Dory said, "Just keep swimming." In other words, "Just keep doing it."

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Monday, June 1 photo

When I got home from work, I always bring in my gym bag and unpack it in order to repack it for the next morning. As I was putting clothes in the hamper, Big Fatty Comet decided to jump in. He loves getting in bags and boxes, and I also think he was telling me he doesn't like it when I get out of the comfy bed early in the morning to go to the gym. I think he wants me to stay in bed and cuddle with him. Alas, I am going to set my alarm for 4:40 tomorrow morning in order to hit the gym again.

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