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Top 10 Reasons Bunko sucks

I started on this several months ago and never finished it.

I was invited by some ladies in the neighborhood to a bunco group. I went once... I have declined to participate since. Since I don't get to spend any time with Rhian during the day, I really want to spend time with her at night - no offense ladies, but yes, I prefer her company. :) Oh, yeah, and of course, since I was pregnant, I puked, which didn't help my love of the game.

Also, I have some beefs with the game itself. Here goes:

10: There is no real betting. Yeah, I'm LDS. So, betting is off-limits. But, I'll admit that in Vegas, I LOVE to play Black Jack. (Ok, I only really did it once and it was actually with someone else's money - long story, but it was really fun. Yes, I lost all the other persons money. :)) So, I dislike Bunco because there isn't any good real betting. I mean, you go KNOWING the set amount you'll lose. No risks, no excitement - nothing. If I'm going to bet, I want it to be good and exciting. Like, "If I lose this hand, I have no where to sleep tonight" exciting.

9: Bunco makes you feel stupid. It is such a simple game, but with 11 other ladies around you all yelling numbers, it makes it incredibly difficult to keep track of YOUR number.

8: B-U-N-C-O. Sounds a little to much like B-I-N-G-O. I turned 31 this past birthday, not 60.

7: Twilight. I know, women love it. They can't help it. But the only thing I heard anyone talk about other than yelling, "BUNCO!" was Edward and Twilight. (I don't even know the name of the chick in that book... all I ever hear about is this Edward dude.)

6: It takes a LONG FREAKING TIME! I'm down with an hour long dice game, but holy crap! Between the game and the food, we are talking a 4 hour commitment, minimum. And all the while, I am watching out the window and seeing the weeds grow in my garden, the grass getting longer, my motorcycle rusting, absolutely NOTHING happening in the kitchen, and Corbyn getting dumber by watching stupid shows like Run's House, Viva La Bam, and Little People, Big World. (I like to watch Law & Order (which Corbyn can't stand) when he is gone... he likes to watch those really DUMB shows when I am gone. I just don't get them. I can't stand MythBusters (I hate the dude's hat), but at least I see the appeal. But Run's House? I don't get it.)

Sorry, I digress... that is for another post.

5: Women don't trash talk. I need my games to involve a few insults. Nowhere, in the whole night, did I hear someone say anything like "You like Apples?"

4. Speaking of Apples, holy FOOD! Now, normally this would be a positive. But I just had a baby - I'm still packing an extra 10 lbs around. All that food so readily available does nothing to help me fit into my pants again.

3: I suck at Math. I know there is no real Math involved, but my lack of mathmatical skills makes me somewhat aversive to numbers all together. I hear and deal with numbers all day at work - why would I want to spend a night where the only words I hear are numbers and the occasional scream of "BUNCO!" Which leads me to my next one...

2: NO GOSSIP! I hate that all I hear all night are numbers and "BUNCO!". If I am having a girls night out, I want some good girly talk and gossip.

1: I will make enemies if I continue to play. As I mentioned above, I like the trash talk. I like to take it - I like to dish it out. And somehow, it doesn't seem like it would fly to come up to some woman at church and say, "Remember how I totally kicked your butt at Bunco last week?" or "Poor ! Couldn't keep track of your numbers? Perhaps you should go back to Elementary school and learn to count again..." or, "I can get you the phone number for Hooked on Phonics. You should give them a call."

I have no problem dishing out the trash talk when it is my family and/or guy friends, but this just doesn't seem the same. And if it is a game without trash talk, it really isn't worth playing. That is how I roll. (Perhaps that is why I don't have more friends... Hmmm....)

And a picture of Rhian, so no one is offended that I prefer her company. How can I not want to spend every moment with this???

Also, the other thing that occupies all my time? My exciting new business - Loftii.com. It is a way that you can choose the cause you are passionate about, then have retailers make a donation every time you shop. It's a way I can hopefully make the world a better place for this little munchkin. :0)

Rhian gives kisses

At first, I couldn't quite figure out what the heck she was doing... she'd just open her mouth really wide and dive-bomb my face. Then, I noticed that she was doing it right after I gave her kisses. (Yeah, I am sooo observant.) And thus, I deduced that this big, wide open-mouthed gumming is Rhian's version of giving kisses. And I LOVE IT! I go to work with slobber all over my face and shirt (did I mention she is a drooler?) (and, no, not MY drool) because I just sit and let her gum me for 15 minutes every morning.

Motherhood rocks.

The picture has nothing to do with her giving kisses, but it sure is cute, so I put it on here anyway. My blog - I can do whatever I want.

OK- I can't help it

I don't want to post billions of photos of Rhian on here, but she is so stinking cute I just have to post a couple. And one really attractive picture of Corbyn. (Have I ever mentioned how much he hates headbands and flowers?)

My stomach is disgusting.

There was a time I had a six pack.
Then I got pregnant and it turned to a keg.
Now, it is a bowlful of jelly.

I know, this is an over-share. No one wants to hear about my gross stomach, but I can't help it. I keep getting more and more depressed with every ineffective sit-up.

The ABC's of Pregnancy Puking

So, my sister made me this super cute little ABC book to populate with stories of my wonderful pregnancy puking. You know, because it is something that I really want to remember and cherish for the rest of my life. Uh, huh.

It was actually so fun writing in it, I thought I would put it on my blog. Sorry I talk so much about puking in this blog - I realize it isn't something anyone really wants to read about, but hey, its my blog, so I'll write what I want. :)

A is for Apples. Because they are the only thing that I managed to be able to eat EVERY DAY, puke back up innumerable times, and still have the stomach to eat again. Also, for airports. Just avoid airplanes all together when you are pregnant. But, if you have to fly, check your baggage. As difficult as it is to fit into a bathroom stall with carry-on luggage normally, it is virtually impossible if you have to assume the puking position.

B is for Breakfast. All 6 times I would have to re-eat it in the mornings. Also, for Bacon. Manna from heaven on the way down - pure torture coming back up.

C is for Carpool. My carpool buddies brought me barf bags, in case I couldn't make it all the way. Thanks, guys. Also, for Corbyn, who once claimed that "husbands are the real victims of pregnancy". Yeah, I feel really sorry for him, having to watch TV, sleep, ride his motorcycle, eat, shoot his gun, etc., all while I hung out on the floor of the bathroom waiting for the next round.

D is for Doritos. For a while, they were actually one of the few things that sounded good to me to eat. Then I puked them. Doritos always have a strong flavor... imagine it in reverse and in your nose. Yuck.

E is for Eating. For those of you who know me well, you know how much I LOVE to eat. Then came pregnancy. A never ending cycle of puking and eating... pregnancy deprived me of my love for eating. (Sniff.) Also, for Executives. I was in a meeting with 3 of our company executives and had to run for the bathroom in the middle of a comment from the CEO. Wouldn't have been bad if there were a lot of people... there were 5 of us.

F is for Family. I managed to puke in every single one of my siblings houses, except Tom's. While this may not be impressive to some of you, please keep in mind that I have 8 siblings. I could tell you whose toilets are cleanest...

G is for Ginger Ale. Some people say it calms your stomach. (Has to be the real stuff, which is nasty.) I tried to choke it down a couple times, but after the pain of choking it down, puking it back up was a real slap in the face. Also, for Granola Bars. I kept a box next to the bed for eating in the middle of the night after waking up to puke. Otherwise, the empty stomach would make me sick all over again. Wow.

H is for Hell. Puking is Hell. Nuff said.

I is for Ice Cream. Quite pleasant to puke, actually.

J is for Jalapenos. Top 3 worst things to puke - it burns, as you might imagine.

K is for Krispy Kreme donuts. Which I never actually had during my pregnancy, but I did have donuts and they are not bad to puke at all. The grease in the donuts makes them come back up nice and smooth. Gross.

L is for Lowes. I puked in two Lowes - both had very nice, clean, empty restrooms. If you MUST puke, may I suggest Lowes.

M is for Milk. People claim milk is nasty to puke. Not true. Clearly, they haven't had much puking experience. It really isn't bad.

N is for Nachos. Which I have always felt may be one of the greatest things of all time to eat. I have very mixed emotions on how these are to puke. They actually taste pretty much the same coming back up as they did going down, so in that way, it isn't bad. But the fact that it isn't bad makes it pretty disgusting. (If that makes sense.)

O is for One Eight Hundred Contacts (OK, that was retarded.) But really, 1-800 CONTACTS has GOT to be one of the nicest places to work, if you are going to puke on a regular basis. Our CEO is kind of a germ-a-phobe, which means our bathrooms get cleaned multiple times a day. Very nice.

P is for Popcorn. Top three worst things to puke. It gets stuck in your throat on the way back up. Also for Peanut Butter. After my nightly ritual of puking, I would eat a PB&H, because they are filling and would last me through the night and not too unpleasant if it came back up. Also, for Phenergine. One of the prescription drugs they give you if you are losing too much weight from puking in an attempt to stem the tide... one of the many drugs that failed to do jack for me.

Q is for quiet. Ask Corbyn, I was SUCH a quiet puker. I am so proud.

R is for Races. If you are inclined to puking, avoid motocross races at all costs. The only bathrooms there are port-a-potties. And they are the absolute worst. The only good thing is that they are disgusting enough that you will very quickly be done with your puking.

S is for Sushi. I didn't even eat the raw fish, since it is frowned upon while pregnant, but even cooked fish is pretty darn nasty to puke. Not quite top 3, however.

T is for Toothpaste. When you puke all the time, you go through an incredible amount of toothpaste. (Which, incidentally, becomes mentally connected with puking, so you begin to develop aversions to certain flavors of toothpaste.)

U is for Unisom. Yet another drug that supposedly stops the puking. Yet another drug that failed.

V is for Vitamin B6. You guessed it - another drug that stops some people from puking... I am not some people.

W is for Watermelon. Top 3 worst things to puke. I know- it is surprising... I'll just say that is comes out thick. Also, for Walmart. One of the worst places to puke. Dirty, small, and very, very busy. In fact, you sometimes have to stand in line for the pleasure of puking in their disgusting toilets.

X is for X-tra. You would be surprised at how long gum can keep puke down. I don't know what it is... maybe the swallowing, but it is a great way to delay, temporarily, the inevitable puke.

Y is for yuck. OK, I actually just couldn't think of one for Y. I will update this one if I ever think of one.

Z is for Zofran. Guess! That's right. ANOTHER prescription drug that supposedly keeps you from puking. This one comes at $20 a pop. Verdict? Ineffective.

AC/DC Rocks

For Christmas, I gave Corbyn the AC/DC track pack for Rock Band. We had some of my nieces and nephews over to play other day and my 4 year old niece, Gabriella, showed us all that AC/DC rocks. No one taught her how to throw her hair and head bang- the music just spoke to her soul... or something. In case you can't tell, she is singing "Thunder struck" and clearly only knows the "Uh, Uh, Thunder!" part of the song. Enjoy: