Pickles, Icecream, and Self Indulgence

OK, so it has been a bit since I wrote last.  Things have been crazy. We still don't know if the baby is a boy or a girl.  It decided to be clever and hide its bits.  That's OK.  Otherwise, things are going well.  Corey is still experiencing hormonal waves.  Certain commercials and music videos can be too sad.  Every day is a learning experience!  As for food, this was a trip to the store after church...

That's right.  A gallon of ice cream and a 2.5qt jar of pickles.  They are not eaten together...yet.  The smell issue has somewhat subsided.  I can use the oven regularly again at least.  She is also showing now.  I'm eagerly awaiting the day that the baby can be felt kicking.  I mean, she can feel it, but I can't.  Strangely, I'm really looking forward to the dog feeling the baby kick him in the head for the first time.  I don't want Buddy to get hurt, I just think it is going to be hilarious to watch his reaction. 

He as at least been a very loyal dog.  He will follow Corey right to bed the moment she says the words "let's go to bed".  He is up and at the foot of the bed pretty quick.  His loyalty belongs to me on the sofa.  There, he'll do whatever he can to try and curl up by me.  However, Corey is master of the sleeps.  He doesn't care if I'm going to bed, once she sets in in motion, I only matter if I come to bed so he can use my legs like a hammock. 

So, in other matters, I finally finished putting in new outlets downstairs so that Calfo can use the play area with light and TV if he wants it.  Eventually I'll be running cable to a wireless router so that there is a better internet signal.  I might even move my desk down there so that there's more room in the living room for stuff.  Yeah.  Like room for a baby to roll around or something.

So, I've been having some very strange story ideas.  I know, I'm a little more random than usual.  My brain has been moving a mile a minute trying to absorb everything and process it, so when suddenly it has downtime, it fills it with crazy thoughts.  Like time travel.  But in my story it requires an implant and you can only go back as far as the implant is inserted.  I'm thinking there will be an option to erase future memory after you go back.  Your mind is all that gets transferred.  Colin and I had talked about something like this before, and I've been expanding upon it.  I think it started with thinking about if this was all a dream...

Corey is over on the couch pretending she knows the words to the songs from Pandora.  She has come up with some pretty good stuff.  Well, I think I'm going to go join her and eat some rolled tacos or something.  Oh, and by the way - the bacon in the picture?  That's my idea.  I found that I can piggy back on Corey's cravings by suggesting other foods that might be good, but that really I just want.  I guess I'm self indulging using her pregnancy cravings as a cover.  I figure as long as I don't go overboard.  She's growing a person, so she gets a free pass.  Me?  I'm along for the ride, and right now, that means yummy treats.  So on that note, I'll leave you with Ambrosia.  Why?  I don't know, just enjoy it.