My Favorite Part of the Winter Olympics...

I am loving the Winter Olympics this year. One of my favorite parts of the Olympics this year is the ice skating; more specifically though, I am loving the Ice skater's daring outfits in the Olympics this year.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto?

Send in the clowns?

Instead of Jazz hands, feather hands?

The awesomeness that is Johnny Weir...

...and the exception that proves the rule.



What about you? Are you an avid Olympic watcher, or are you one that doesn't buy into the hype?

Also, those who are Olympic watchers, do you really believe that any Olympic athlete has even eaten one Chicken Mcknugget while they have been there?

Growing....

When you get to a certain point in your pregnancy, you longer care how you look or what you wear as long as it is decent. This moment came quicker than expected for me for one particular reason....

Let me start at the beginning.

It was really hot this past Sunday when I went over to my friend Sarah's house to play her new wii. I didn't want to wear pants, but my shorts were getting tight in the rear (am I carrying the baby in my butt? apparently), and my other pair were more pajama shorts, so I wore my tight ones.

When I got over to Sarah's, I got a glass of water, and had to bend down in the fridge. "Um, Janna," Sarah said. "You might want to invest in a new pair of shorts. Nice pink underwear, though." I was a little embarrassed that she had noticed how tight they were, and a little taken aback that she would mention it.
I just sort of shrugged, and we went about playing the wii.

Afterwards I stopped at Quiznos to pick up some food, and when I got home, changed back into the comfy PJ shorts.

That night when I was folding my clothes I noticed a 3 inch RIP in the rear of my pants. I mean it was huge, and the weird thing was that I never heard it rip. I mean, I didn't think they were THAT tight! I went all those places without any idea I was flashing everyone my pretty pink underwear.

Now that I have had my little flash show for the public, I don't think it matters what I wear or how I look, I don't think anything can top that.

Hoochie Mama

Seriously, why are they only made for hoochies that want to show off their goods? The other day I put on a cute top, and was so excited about it, got to work and realized I would have to safety pin it on the top to keep it closed, or wear my good friend, white tank top, underneath it. I mean, not all of us pregnant women are size A's. Some of us have to wear bras so big that the only colors they come in are nude, white and black. Just sayin'.

By the way, I can't believe I used the word hoochie. I guess if I wore the top without a safety pin, I would be a Hoochie Mama. Hee hee.