I AM Black Belt Mama.
I WANT my husband, the chemist, to invent an SPF pill so that I don’t have to slather any more sunscreen on me or my kids.
I WISH I would win the Powerball while in the state of Delaware, so that I could win without anyone knowing, and surprise my friends and family with enormous checks and then move to the Outer Banks.
I MISS the days when I was in college, after I first met my husband, when we would go to parties, hang out at bars playing darts and eating wings, dancing, and having a blast.
I HEAR the ocean waves outside my bedroom window.  I LOVE this beach house.
I WONDER if my sister’s boyfriend will ever freaking propose already.  Seriously, what is he waiting for?  The diamond monopoly to end???
I REGRET not having a midwife deliver my first daughter, because I probably would have looked less like the girl from the exorcist if a midwife had been in charge.
I AM NOT what you would call a "sweetheart."  My husband says I’m his "spit-fire".  It sort of ticks me off when he calls me that.  I prefer to think that I spit venom as opposed to fire.
I DANCE to anything hip-hop, or rap with a dance beat, especially 50 cents "You can find me in a club. . . " 
I AM NOT ALWAYS the easiest person to get along with.  I can be quite demanding.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS crocheted baby blankets, booties, and hats. (I know. Who saw that coming from the Black Belt Mama?)
I WRITE to my daughters in journals that I plan to give them some day.
I CONFUSE birthdays of my friends and family members all the time.  So much so, in fact, that I usually just keep some "Happy Belated Birthday" cards in the house at all times.
I NEED to have Paul Newman’s Family Style Italian salad dressing in my house at all times.  It’s so bad, that I’ve even considered buying little packets of it to carry it around in my purse like an old lady so I can have decent dressing on my salads at restaurants.
I SHOULD have started taking karate classes when I was younger. It would have helped me out in so many ways.
I START craving chocolate each day around lunch time.
I FINISH arguments, because like Calista, who tagged me, I absolutely must have the last word. 
I TAG everyone in my blog roll who hasn’t already done this.  (Check back and let me know you have!)

This was written before the food poisoning episode at the beach.  If I had written it during or after the food poisoning episode it would have looked a whole lot different.  I’m sure you can imagine.

I am back from vacation; and want to thank you all for your well wishes with the whole food poisoning thing.  I was able to recover after a day or two and enjoy the rest of my vacation.  I made very sure to avoid scallops for the rest of the week.  I took my chances with Mad Cow Disease for the rest of the week and ate steaks and burgers instead. 

Now, it’s back to the daily grind.  And by daily grind, I mean HOLY CRAP, I TOTALLY NEED TO BABY PROOF!  In just two weeks, Lil C has changed so much.  I wonder how I will ever check my email or blog again while she’s awake.  I think that it’s just not going to happen.  She is now crawling 90 mph across the room.  Of course, she goes for the most dangerous things of all: the marble slab in front of the fire place, the entertainment center with the glass door, any little toys Big I has left out.  Not only is she crawling ridiculously fast, but she is also standing and pulling herself up like you would not believe.  She can do it from a sitting position; she can also do it from the lying on her belly position (She has ridiculously long arms, just like her mama.)  Big I had some fear when it came to standing up and trying to cruise around furniture; not Lil C.  She has no fear.  She just lets go whenever the mood moves her so I have now become her human shadow.  There will be no rest people, from here on out. 

Speaking of no rest, I test for 4th kyu (green belt with three brown stripes) in four weeks. . . four ridiculously short weeks. . .

Vacation pictures and kata progress to follow this week. . .