Friday's Bullet List

Here are some random tidbits that I want to share with you on this fine, sunny Friday morning...

• Pregnancy hormones and country music do not mix. On my way to school the other day, Alan Jackson's song "Remember When" came on the radio. Now, let me admit, this song can get to me at the best of times. But, folks, I was a blubbering fool! When he sang the line "Remember when old ones died and new were born, And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged" I nearly had to pull over! Seriously folks, not cool.
  

• We have absolutely no plans for this weekend. This, my friends, is perfection and something that has not happened in a long, long time.

• To answer a few of your questions about the laundry detergent post - I haven't really had any major stains to deal with since I started using it, so I cannot really speak to how well it would do. As Taryn mentioned in her reply in the comment section, she still pre-treats stains, just as she would with regular detergent. Washing soda is not hard to find. It should be available in the cleaning section at any store. I shred the soap with a fine cheese grater. I will definitely be investing in a cheese grater that is for this purpose and this purpose alone. It is kind of hard to get the soap residue off the grater. I do not like soap flavored cheese.

• I haven't been able to get into Idol this season. I think because the contestants are, um, not so good. But, I did tune in for the last 15 minutes last night just to see who was getting sent home. Am I the only one who felt super super bad for Haeley during her goodbye song? Seriously ... "The Climb" ... could there be a worse song to have to sing right after you got kicked off of American Idol? I think contestants should avoid those types of songs just for the sheer fact of how hideous it will be if they get kicked off and have to sing it. Evan was laughing at her while I was nearly in tears and wanted to wrap her up in my arms and tell her it would be okay.
  

• Remember in my post yesterday how I told you I have been having some crazy dreams? They just don't stop. Last night I dreamed that I was in my high school auditorium with MckMama's husband during a piano recital. MckMama was playing a song she wrote for her unborn baby and when she was done they announced that I would now be playing a song I composed for my unborn baby. Please note: I have not played the piano in over a decade. MckMama's hubby had to help me waddle onto the stage (because I was very pregnant and also very nervous), where I sat at the piano and played the 'song I had composed', which sounded to me an awful lot like Hot Cross Buns. Then, I got up from the piano, gave birth to my baby on the stage, stood up, took a bow and walked off the stage??? This is the second dream I have had about giving birth in a very strange location. However, neither of these dreams were quite as whacked up as the one where my baby became an alien inside of me and transferred some unknown disease to me causing me to be quarantined to solitary confinement lest I pass the disease to other pregnant women. I'm wondering what it is about pregnancy that makes my dreams so crazy. Or, does it have anything to do with pregnancy at all? Does anyone remember the hippos flying on celery dream?

The weather is beautiful here. I hope it's beautiful where you are also. I am planning on getting outside for a big walk later today and tomorrow and Sunday as well! My fingers are crossed that spring has really sprung! Happy Friday my sweet friends!