It's a Girl!

Well, my baby sister had a baby yesterday. It was a long day of sitting in the waiting room with the whole family. Kalli ended up having a c section, so that wasn't fun, but she and little Emma Rose are doing fine.

In the waiting room there was a guy who was visiting another new mom. He was wearing a Hooters shirt. I didn't think much of it until his buddy walked in wearing a shirt identical to the other. I laughed under my breath and muttered to my family (and Kalli's husband's family) "dare me to say something?" I left it alone for a while and then when the gentlemen were walking by me, I looked over and said, "Oh, matching Hooters shirts... how cute." They immediately attempted to justify who copied who and why it was ok that they were wearing matching shirts. My family was not surprised, Alex's was family shocked. I was satisfied.

I am completely overwhelmed and I don't like it. I feel like my life is disorganized, out of control and I feel like I am going to forget something HUGE.

A freshman knocked on my door this evening and said, "Hi Trae, I am pledging Alpha Zeta..." to which I replied "No, you may not have a pair of my underwear." He smiled and walked off. That is the third time that I have been approached by little fraternity pledges asking for my unmentionables. I am thinking about buying a stash of granny panties. But somehow, I don't think that would suffice.

I don't like country music. Could someone explain to me why my radio has been gravitating toward stations that play songs that I cannot relate to at all such as "Redneck woman" and "The Broken Road" and "Whiskey Girl?" Although, it helps me make use of the 12 programmable stations in my car. And I suppose there are a few redemptive songs like "Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down" and "save a horse, ride a cowboy." I guess it is time to bust out the Wranglers and Ropers, eh. Not quite.