It's Always Sunny... In Chicago?

Yet another reason why I'm super excited to move to LA, all that sun will beat off the seasonal depression. Just getting a single sunny 50 degree day in January freaking rocks my socks off. Finally I can send a big thank you to the Chicago weather gods for giving us a good wacky weather day. Yay!

Not the doctor.

Damn you Christian. Everytime I hear this song.

Crystal Blue Persuasion.

Just need to think happy, warm thoughts for another 186 days until I can make my move to LA. It's 26 degrees here and 71 in Santa Monica. I'd like to kick these winter blues for good. Is it too early to start packing? I need to start by getting my blue shades back from Drexler because where I'm going, I'm gonna need them.

Dating blows.

This may sound bad, but hearing the drama of my single friends dating lives reinforces how happy I am to have a ninja of my own. Dating is a plague that I wouldn't wish on my enemy. So many rules and over analysis. And this coming from a person who wants to do that for a living. Not to say that I'm completely free of obsessing, I just know in the end that I don't need to. I'm just a retard for doing so.

Not to mention that I suck at it because I don't play the games many people seem to in dating. And I don't follow rules either. It's probably a big part of why I have the boyfriend that I do. He's an awesome rule breaking boy. I guess he pretty much rocks all around. Just don't let him hear that because his head is big enough already...

Old enough.

Today I asked an older woman if she had kids. When she said no she asked me if I had any. That was a first for me, but I guess it's age appropriate as a 28-year-old.

Crap, this blog is rapidly morphing into "filthy babies." Damn you biological clock. Leave me alone!

Baby fashionista.

When I have a baby, I am totally going to make it wear hoodies with ears and classic winnie the pooh gear at all times.

And of course USC gear. I mean duh. Except no daughter of mine will wear a song girl outfit until she's of appropriate Halloween ho-ing age (as in when she is a freshman at USC). Little girls should be wearing football jerseys. Teach them to be strong women first, then they can ho it up later in life, when they choose to do so.

Those are retardedly cute. Ok, ovaries, stop making me baby crazy now! Gahhhhhh!

Creepy.

This whole thing with professionally done pregnancy photo shoots is creeping me out. Maybe I'm a bit of a traditionalist, but I think photos of your growing bare belly should be saved for your close family, not facebook. Ew. That and sonagram photos. Putting everything on facebook makes it less special in my mind. While I'm definitely a big facebook poster, I also (generally) know what my audience wants to see and what they don't.

My solution? Start a baby blog. I know I myself plan to do this. I may not add the bare belly pictures, but I fully intend to track my belly changes with time, add photos of my kids, relay random anecdotes. Maaaaaybe post a sonogram photo. It's really just about knowing your audience. If you have the link to my baby blog, you're probably going to be a part of my close friends or family and not just any ol' weird friend of mine on facebook that I probably don't actually know. I mean, who knows what those people do with your pictures on facebook. Think about it; we grant so much access to our lives but we don't really think about the scope of how that information can be used. I know I'm an open book, but there are certain things that just creep me out.