I'm A Queen, Not A Drag

I am a guest blogger over at the always hilarious team boo's

"Don't Be A Drag, Just Be A Queen" Series.

See for yourself and get reacquainted with an old familiar (make-uped) whoopsy vaisey (body) face.

Plan to stay a while and get to know Carolyn the "queen boo" and team boo author herself. And don't forget to watch her sweet vids, they rock.

To Get You (Me) Through The Week

Touché Gordon B. Hinckley, touché.

Cozy Cocoon

I found this sweet swaddling pocket sock when Simon was a newborn.

He didn't dig it much.

But, Calvin, he's a sucker for it.

I like them because they are thin, stretchy, and soft.

Not to mention quite easy to slip right on your little geedo (that's baby- you with me?)

I use it most nights, and if I can tell his little arms are begging for freedom, it can be pulled down easily to cover just his bottom half.

So, if swaddling is daunting or overwhelming for you (or your swaddle-challenged significant other) or maybe you're searching for a cheek accentuation- a cozy cocoon is just the fix.

Warning: a baby wearing a cozy cocoon may be prone to be eaten alive by onlookers

i'm just sayin'.

BABIES

OK, so obviously I've got babies on the brain, but I can't wait to see this documentary.

Speaking of babies, there still isn't one at our house.

Jerky USA

Yes, this post is about beef jerky. But before you click away, hear me out.

Arrived yesterday, a big ol' sack full of varities of Old Fashioned Luther's Smokehouse Beef Jerky. (and buffalo jerky? not sure about that one, Esq.)

But, holy moly! this stuff is de-lec-ta-ble. I think Sime has been gnawing on his strip for a hour. No sugars added, it's pure beef and salt & pepper in every savory chew. Now, I'm not one to easily excite about the tastings of beef jerky(surprised?), but boy oh boy this stuff is mighty tasty. Pure protein and iron for the craving pregnancy bod. And it seems to have an effect on my speech as I can't stop talkin' cowboy.

"What in tarnations"?

So , y'all (I'm disgusting) run to check this stuff out (they didn't even pay me to say that) Especially if you have a jerkyaholic for a husband, or apparently a wife for that matter.

Whew. Now I need to go turn off the computer, step slowly away and reflect on the passionately shameful post all about dried meat goods I just supplied you with.