that's frosted

I LOVE frosted mini wheats- but lately i'm not sure if i've become lactose intolerant with pregnancy? or something but every time i eat it, it reappears. usually quickly. (sometimes very unexpectedly and much later like in my MILs' car on the freeway) BUT i can't help it! i can't stay away! i LOVE my mini wheats! is that so wrong?

we will find out later today on...
what jacqueline throws up- gasp, or doesn't!

also, my loved ones know this because i sent them out an email around christmas time, but im seriously begging people to call me jacquelinG from now on. like ping the duck. but just ing at the end of my name. i'm unsure why this is so important to me, but it really is.

nothing rhymes with ine. so maybe that's why i want to end in ing.


also: awesomegreatfantastic news BRANDON is NOT going to Morocco with his Marines this May/June because the BABY is COMING right then. (end of may/beginning of june. hopefully. if everything goes right) and, my in laws are traveling right then to Turkey to take a wooden yacht around the greek islands or something awesome like that and so if B went to morocco, there would literally be NOBODY to drive me to the hospital to give birth to our kid.

I cried for a week when i thought about having to do that for myself.

(even though i do have a sil in american fork, i would never ask her to drop her three kids, drive 15 minutes to come get me at who knows what time in the day, and then drive all the way back to american fork to the hospital) (that's crasypants.)

dash has recently discovered that his side yard has bushes and a pile of rocks under it filled with something tasty that i have not yet seen- and so now all day i hear his head bumping against the side of the house and rocks flying everywhere as he catches something delicious.

what i cannot understand is how one dog, can be so incredibly destructive to ANY environment you put him in.
1. with people, he knocks them over
2. with dirt he digs
3. with bushes or trees he gnaws on the wood
4. with a playset, he gnaws on wood
5. poop. lots of poop
6. anything plastic that you leave out- is his new chew toy, any shoe, any object that he can lift with his face and throw in the air, is now not belong to you.
7. now rocks aren't even safe.
8. i would not be completely surprised if that dog became a poo eater out of sheer boredom for deviance.

also
i cannot understand ken garff honda, dear honda, i hate your freaking guts. if you send me a letter saying my car may or may not blow up because it's a hybrid and electric and that it's your fault and you'll fix it on safety recall- when i make an appointement two weeks in advance so that you can make arrangements for me to have a car because you are taking mine for an ENTIRE DAY- don't tell me the morning i have to come in for the service that you screwed up on, that i don't get a courtesy car and that instead a lovely shuttle is available- just for me. i have another person i have to go pick up and cart around. (b)

why can't i just be one of those mean customers who gets what they want by freaking out?! WHY?! instead i just let the stupid service guy walk all over me, sure matt- that sounds greaaat matt, oh and if i go into labor will the shuttle take me to the hospital matt? oh good- nothing sounds nicer matt. can we go pick my husband up from work too matt? he'll love that matt. oh, lay down on the ground and act like a doormatt? okay matt.