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Warning: This post isn't for people who get offended easily about sex
Every year my crazy friends and I celebrate the fact that we are not pregnant and do not have children younger than 2 years old. Sorry if this offends anyone...we really just got tired of going to baby showers and decided to throw ourselves a party. Instead of playing baby games like you would at a regular shower, we play games that 
promote safe sex. Games like guess how many condoms are in the jar, who can put the condom on the zuccini the furthest 
or instead of guessing what kind of candy bar is melted in the diaper, guess what is in the condom (stuff like soap, mashed potatoes, lotion, etc.)...I won this one by the way...a nice...uhm....massager? Anyway, as you can see by the photos everyone is required to wear a crown, which creates quite an inquiry by strangers. At first, they think it's a bacheloret
te party and then when they ask who's getting married, we explain and they end up joining in somehow, whether it be judging or just making comments. In any case, it's really fun and it's my one night a year that I let go of my inhibitions. We also did some karaoke, but not even in a drunken state would I do karaoke. My friend Vesta won Miss We're Not Pregnant 2008 (she wins a sash, bragging rights and a stroller w/ a bottle of booze). I was runner up in 2006 and since the winner got preggo, the sash was handed down to me. More pics to come.
OK this is officially my first blog. We'll see how well this goes, but I make no promises! I am trying out this whole blog situation because I'm getting tired of the whole myspace/facebook/pretend to care what's going on in people's lives that I'm not really close to. If they're interested, they can take a look at this here blog and get all caught up in my world. And then they can do what I do: compare their lives to mine, decide they don't suck that bad after all and then move on.
My friend George and I went to see Gary Spivey. He's like a male version of Sylvia Brown. He wears this big white poof of hair-it's very hard to get past. The venue was very small and intimate. We were able to ask him questions and let him read us. I asked him two questions: will my dream (of being a helicopter pilot...but he didn't know that) be the right path for me and will I ever have kids. He said that I will be happiest with this chosen dream and will have a lot to do with travel (word) and kids? 2. Oh. George was cracking up because he's always teasing me about having kids. Well, I'm only 27 so there's still lots of time. The 
show is hosted by Chet Buchanan from 98.5-I listen to it every morning because it cracks me up. So I got a picture with Chet. 
After the show, George and I grabbed a bite to eat at what used to be the Desert Passage in the Aladdin....who knows what it's called now. Finally, we finished the night off with some gelato. Thanks George! I had a blast!
