My Husband, Mr. Aron McLoughlin, Blood Donor

We met 15 ½ years ago. We were inseparable from the start. We weren’t friends first. We dove in with both feet and have never looked back. 

Something I love about Aron is that he regularly donates not just his blood, but also platelets, which is a 2-hour process. He has a rare blood type, and also has some special thing about his blood where he never got some childhood illness that most kids get, so his blood is coveted.

The boy is a Blood Donor Star. Things arrive in the mail from the donation place because you can choose prizes according to how much you donate.

He never gripes about it hurting or acts woozy after doing it. He just does it. I am envious of him because I have these dinky, rolling veins that make it difficult for me to give blood. Then I get all woozy and have to lay around for hours even eating cookies and drinking juice. If I could just give blood when I’m pregnant, the blood bank would have a fridge full of my blood. When I’m pregnant my veins are huge and I have all sorts of extra blood.

Anyway, Happy Valentine’s Day and a big I love you to my husband, who subscribes to this blog so he can get it in his email box at work when I post.

P.S. Why is January blood donor month? Shouldn’t it be February, since it’s a heart-y month and the heart pumps blood?

Arrested Development

I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching lately, which may be very boring for you to read, but it very fascinating for me, so bear with me.

When I was 11 my Great Aunt Eva died.

When I was around 13 my Nanny (great grandma) died.

These women were very important to me.

BREAKTHROUGH.

Now I understand why I am so immature! My emotional development was stopped when I was a tween!

Now that I have my life all figured out, I have to decide if I even WANT to start acting like a true adult.

Nah.

Sea Monkeys Still Rock!

Sea monkeys are all over their little habitat, reproducing (or are they eating each other? we can't really tell!) and havin' babies left and right.

So much fun!

Cheap fun, my favorite kind!

The kids are thrilled and it's a nice homeschool science experiment for our household.

Highly recommended!

Too Old to Have Babies? NEVER!

I know a lot of people who think they are too old to have children, and they are infecting my household. Because they have their opinion and I have mine, I want them to think about a few things.

So I ask you this: would you (potentially) rather go to your child’s graduation or wedding in a wheelchair or would you rather live with the knowledge that you killed that baby due to abortion? I know what I would choose, because the regret of abortion is unfathomable, believe me.

And sure, you could die before you see your kid have kids, but you could also get hit by a texting driver tomorrow!

The time you are spending griping about this issue could be instead spent exercising or researching and purchasing some awesome vitamins, minerals and other healthy supplements. Put down the fried chicken strips and pick up a salad, people!

This whole thing might seem silly when you’re 100 and healthy and your kid is 50. Hey, John Travolta and Kelly Preston just had another kid at ages 56 and 48. Yeah, I know they're rich, and they have a lot of amazing potential guardians to choose from.

If you know someone who had a baby over age 40, please send them here to comment. I’d love to know the good, the bad and the ugly (and the positive and the miracles!).

LL Bean Pima Cotton Sucks

I was so excited when I ordered my LL Bean Pima Cotton long-sleeved T-shirts. I usually spend about $5-10 per long-sleeved shirt at Target, but they don’t last long, they fade and they stretch out and get holey. So I figured I’d drop $20 per shirt at LL Bean since they got rave reviews about lasting almost until the end of time. I love the V-neck and the crewneck, but the boatneck definitely isn’t for those of us of the large-breasted variety of women. And the worst part of all was …

THEY ALL SHRANK IN LENGTH.

For those of us of the rounded tummy variety of women (gimme a break; I’ve had 5 kids and love chocolate), this is the kiss of death in a shirt. We want our butt half-covered and our belly fully covered. Shrinking upwards is not acceptable.

Guess I’m heading back to Target until I can drop some weight … I mean, I'm chunky cute and proud of it, but I still want to look my best, ya know? What's so wrong with that?!