Alright, I had written a 2-page post about the new house…how much I’m enjoying the decorating, painting, arranging and then rearranging furniture, etc. HOWEVER, my flippen computer decided to go “offline” about 3 sentences into my 2-page post, and I did not realize it. After I was finished writing it, I hit the “save draft” button and what to my wondering eyes do appear, but the dreaded “this webpage cannot be displayed” message (and 8 tiny reindeer)….so once I got myself back online, my computer had only auto saved those first 3 sentences. Frustrated, I had to walk away and have now lost all inspiration to discuss my passion for faux finishes and the blank canvass my new home has presented me with.

So, I guess you are stuck with an update about my pregnancy and my new found love of anything I previously used to hate! Take for example, the 2 packages of Starburst I have purchased for my snacking pleasure during Kylie’s last 2 volleyball games. I don’t think I’ve eaten a Starburst in 15 plus years, and all of a sudden, I’m downing them like an 8 year old looking for a quick sugar buzz before he hits the playground for a hot game of recess kickball. I just cannot seem to get enough of that fake, fruity goodness (so much for my health food kick).

And then there’s my new addiction to Krunchers Jalapeno potato chips. This fun little snack with a kick like no other has been my new passion for the past 24 hours. We had a makeshift birthday celebration for my son, Brady, who turned 10 last Thursday. He was fortunate enough be hit with the H1N1 virus right before his big day. My poor baby spent his birthday with a terrible fever and laid in his bed for 12 hours straight.

Anyway, he is finally feeling better so my parents joined us last night for a belated birthday celebration and that is when I discovered how great spicy, extra crunchy chips could really be. The oddest thing is I hate spicy foods. Anything that has a peppery bite to it and makes my tongue burn sends me running in the opposite direction. So why did I feel the need to consume half the bag last night and today worked my way through the other half of the bag, I guess it is a mystery I am not meant to understand at this point and I’m ok with that.

For the time being, I’m really enjoying all sorts of tasteful delights that have eluded me over the years. I know I can thank these wonderful pregnancy hormones for the swift shift in my taste bud preferences, but now if they would only back off a little on my tear ducts because this crying-every-day business is really getting old!