So. I’m still in the annoying phase of pregnancy where I’m too big for my biggest clothes, and too small for maternity clothes. Or - as I call it - “The Phase Where Zoot Loses All Self Confidence and Spends Hours Crying in her Closet”.

Right now? This is my assortment of work attire:
3 nice dressy elastic waist skirts
3 probably-too-casual-for-work elastic wasit skirts
3 blue shirts to mix and match with the skirts
1 pink shirt
2 red shirts

And that? Is it. And this weekend? My washing machine pulled a thread out one of my nice skirts and ate one of my casual ones. And this morning? When I had FIVE MINUTES to get dressed and out the door? And I was getting clean clothes out of the dryer? One of my blue tops had red stains all over it, and the other one had a tan stain under my right boob. Luckily - my right boob is now large enough to cast a shadow (if you’re wondering, my left casts a shadow too - I’m grateful for my symmetry) so the stain is not THAT noticable. So, yes, I wore it anyway.

Just call me Zoot, the Boob Stain Girl.

Okay - Okay - Okay. I have been “tagged” with this particular meme SEVERAL times - and I’ve never done it. Because it’s HARD and I’m BORING. BUT - Lady Bug tagged me today - and I decided to go ahead and do it this time since everyone is probably wondering why I keep ignoring this meme. So - here you go - the most BORING responses to a meme EVAH.

1) Total volume of music files on my computer
None. None. None. I’ve only ever downloaded like three songs in my entire life. And I’ve never transferred my music to my computer. I’m terribly out of style when it comes to digital music, and WAY behind the times.

2) The last CD I bought was
MrZoot bought it, but I take credit since I told him to. It was The Killers latest CD.

3) Song playing right now
“Shame on You” by The Indigo Girls - one of my all time favorite “bands”. It is from the Shaming of the Sun album which is really good and I would listen to it more often if it wasn’t so scratched up.

4) Five songs BANDS I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me. I switched from “songs” to “bands” because I’m more likely to have attachments to groups or albums than individual songs.

1. Dave Matthews Band

My brother introduced me to DMB. I have seen them live. MrZ and I danced to Crash as our wedding song. I think they are genius. I think DM is sexy as hell. All brilliant reasons to love them so.

2. Indigo Girls

They are one of the first groups I was ever infatuated with. Closer to Fine will always be the one song I could listen to a million times and never get sick of. They cover Bob Dylan’s All Along the Watchtower better than anyone (in MY humble opinion). They actually cover MANY songs well - but their originals, more often than not, inspire me. Like few music does.

3. Maroon 5

One of the newest additions to my “Bands that Rock” list. Mainly because LilZ and I saw them in concert together and it was that one moment where I saw LilZ experience the true magic of live music. He had been to many concerts before (including Indigo Girls) but had never truly FELT the music until that night. And Songs About Jane rocks my socks.

4. Pink Floyd - PRE-Division Bell

For many reasons that I don’t feel like getting into because my parents and my son read this site (I’d like them to continue believing I am pure and noble and sinless, thank you). Lets just say I wasn’t always a Mom and some musical experiences burn a hole in your soul and you will never hear that music the same again.

5. Okay. I’ll pick ONE song: I Can See Clearly Now the Rain is Gone

I played this song for the first time at a high school retreat I spoke at. I used it as a finale for a speech I gave that pretty much told my peers that no matter how low I felt I was (and I had MANY low times) - there was ALWAYS hope in the end. It was a pivotal moment for me. MrZ and I left our wedding to that song as well. And the last time it struck a chord? It played over the loud speakers at my doctor’s office the day we were in for the emergency visit related to my blood clot. It’s just a song that always makes me remember the light and the hope.

5) Who are you passing this baton to, and why?

No one because it’s HARD. But if you WANT to do it? Go right ahead.

So…did I mention we’re moving?

Oh. Okay.

Did I mention how little MrZ and I talk to ANY of our friends any more? Pretty much since we started the “Great Baby Quest” as soon as we go married, we’ve just been a tad bit anti-social. We were either focusing on ovulating and the resulting days and nights of baby-makin’…OR…we were spending spare hours as a family trying to find comfort in each other after failed attempts and miscarriages. The last two years have been very much “Family Time” where we have neglected all other relationships - relatively unintentionally.

But now? We’re moving in one week and we NEED people to HELP us because I’m totally pregnant and I am TOTALLY USELESS. We’ve already recruited the ONE set of friends we’ve actually kept up with - but can we still call those people we’ve ditched in the last 24 or so months? Is that totally rude?

“Hey! Remember us? We never call you and talk to you anymore because we’re really wrapped up in this whole ‘making babies’ thing. How are YOU?…Really?…GREAT!…Well, listen, are you doing anything Memorial Day weekend?….We’re planning on having a cookout!…and we wanted to invite all of our friends…do you want to come? GREAT!…it starts around 6am and ends around 10pm. What? Yeah…we’re starting it early because, um, we’re going to do a little bit of…um…moving…click Hello? Hello?”

We’re under a “Severe Thunderstorm Warning” right now which normally doesn’t even make me flinch. But today? Being all alone in this scary loud office? With no one to make any noise to drown out the thunder? Or hide with me under the desk? It’s got my nerves all balled up. I don’t even think “they” are predicting tornadoes, we’re not even under a tornado warning, but I still keep thinking, “If there IS a tornado, what do I do? Where do I hide? Under my desk?” which I think IS the best option since I’m in a middle office with no windows.

But I don’t want to hide ALONE. That is SCARY. I’m too wussy to deal with this ALONE. Want to come over and have a thunderstorm party?