The joys of school holi-daze & babies, babies everywhere

Joy 1: My living room is covered in Geo trax.
Joy 2: We're living off of frozen pizza and popcorn.
Joy 3: If I see another football game (soccer) I'll scream (the best thing is J2 has recorded games, Best Goals of the Season, etc..., so we NEVER run out of football).
Joy 4: "I'm bored" is the favorite phrase for kids who have changed clothes nine times.
Joy 5: My laundry room has never been so busy. I hate snow now.
Joy 6: My skin is as pimply as a hormonally challenged teenager (would someone throw this Easter candy out before I explode?).

Joy 7: I LIVE FOR YOUR COMMENTS! PLEAASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME.
Ahem, sorry about that.

The contest is moving along nicely. Remember, if you have entered a photo caption or Scavenger Hunt answers, I am not posting the comments until the contest closes. If you've entered by leaving a comment on a March post, it should be up and your name has been entered.

I am using this posting downtime to catch up on my blog reading and...
I'm having a baby!

Those of you who just choked on your Dr. Pepper because you know me in the real world and specifically remember my husband sitting around with a bag of frozen peas while I supervised our move, calm down.

It's a blog baby. I finally have an idea for a blog other than whinging. I have been so impressed with all of the people who seem to have a purpose in writing and have something they stand for and for the life of me, I couldn't think of anything that I feel strongly about. Really. I would suck as a juror:

Prosecution: "..so I think you'll agree with me that the only thing to do is to find Mr. Slimybottom guilty."
Me: "Yeah, you horrible, awful person. There's no salvaging you. I spit on you".
Defense: "... and with that highly questionable evidence, I'm sure you can all agree with me that Mr. Slimybottom has been accused of a crime he couldn't possibly have committed, being such a pillar of the community."
Me: "Yeah, that's terrible. That poor man. I can't believe he and his family had to go through this!"

I bend with the wind, broth-ah.

So with a lot of self-reflection (self-indulgence?) a baby has begun to grow in my head.

Maybe I should get a baby counter for my blog--although my brother, who scans my blog at best, could have a heart attack.

I can't wait for delivery!!

Lessons on how NOT to deliver a punch line

Ever get the feeling Someone upstairs has a wicked sense of humor?

My daffodils aren't laughing.

My Heather isn't giggling.

The Hyacinths are hating this...

I'm not one to tell Him how to tell a joke, but I think the delivery needs some tweaking.

Happy Easter Everyone
He is Risen!

Contest and photos will be posted tonight my time (that's today your time).