Bumpdate, Premier League Edition.

I think I missed my calling.  I should be a chalk artist.

This is the badge of my husband's favorite soccer team, in honor of the start of the Premier League season this past weekend.

Glory Glory Man Utd.

(Sadly they lost their opening game to Everton, but don't worry, 

there are many, many games to come to improve their record.)

And another picture of my burgeoning belly!

And now for the funny ones:

My imitation of a soccer player faking an injury to his face
(after he got hit in the ankle, of course).
Which happens a lot.
The really good actors even make themselves bleed.
Impressive.

And here is my typical reaction when any soccer player claims to be injured.
Get an orange slice.  Maybe a Capri Sun.  Or even magic muscle spray.
(For the record, I feel the same way about professional basketball players)

Week 34: You're gonna need a bigger blog

thanks, Ross & Karen for the shark bath mitt!

Happy Shark Week 2012!

I was concerned that there wasn't going to be anything to watch after the Olympics,

but the Discovery Channel had it all under control.

Have we talked about my husband's fascination with sharks?

And how there will likely be a trip to South Africa in the future 

so that he can swim with them?

(while in an underwater cage so if they are mad or hungry they can't get to him)

Sharks rank third on his list of loves, after his family and soccer.

So, don't worry. We've got the line up after Shark Week is over as well:

Next week there will be Champions League games to watch.

And UEFA League games.

And the hands down most important: 

PREMIER LEAGUE games start THIS WEEKEND.

So, our television will not be ignored.

Until then, I will continue to think of Finding Nemo anytime anyone says "shark week"

(ooh ha ha)


Oh, and we're another week more pregnant, by the by.