I was STUMPED to as to what to get for Nate for Father’s Day.  Then after talking to my Jockey girls (::fist pump::), we decided it would be awesome to stock up some lucky folks with new shirts for their man.  Because there is nothing more gross than old undershirts with yellow pit stains.  Anyway, we got talking & ideas rolled & creativity was flowing & there may have been mentions of how they read the word “vagina” five times in my post that day, & we came up with a LOVELY giveaway just in time for Father’s Day:

Kick Back With a Six Pack

Catchy, right?  I can’t take credit for it.  Here’s the deal – there will be SIX WINNERS! woot!  Six of you will win a coupon + free shipping for a set of classic six-pack set of shirts for the man in your life for Father’s Day, compliments of Jockey.  They even have talls, which is what Nate will be getting to replace his grungy T-shirts from college that he wears under his polos.  (plus something else, but that is super-hush-secret until Father’s Day just in case he stumbles upon this).

To win:

“LIKE”  Jockey on Facebook.  Then come back & tell me you did it & why your man/father/brother needs new shirts.  That’s it!  I’ll draw the winners with random.org on Sunday, so you can order & have them by Father’s Day!

Good luck!

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Giveaway is CLOSED!  But the trunk show is open until May 9, 2010!

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Trunk show!   With a giveaway!  Oh, wait.  That’s right.  People don’t like those anymore, huh?

So if you hate giveaways, back out slowly.  If you want to win free stuff, keep reading.

Jen from Thirty-One brands is allowing me to host a trunk show!  I went to a Thirty-One trunk show back when I was first pregnant with Harrison (that feels like forever ago now!) & loved their gear.  It’s so delicious & girly & Southern & monogrammed.  Everything an be monogrammed, which of cours emakes the Southern in my need smelling salts.  WE TAKE OUR INITIALS VERY SERIOUSLY DOWN HERE, Y’ALL.

I am a HUGE fan of the thermal totes – I can pretty much see myself using this for lunch, bottles, or taking beer to the beach.

Easy-peasy:  Check out the site by clicking either the link above or “Thirty-One” to the right of this post & tell me if you prefer a) no monogram b) initials or c) your name.

& I’ll let random.org pick someone to win $50 store credit!  (drawn on May 5th)

p.s.  leave me your legit email in your comment so I can contact the winner that way

p.p.s.  the trunk show will stay open until May 9th!

I have terrible, predictable taste in music & that is putting it kindly.  For years, I didn’t believe it got any better than old-school Britney Spears & to this day, I still have moments when I’m sure the Brit-ster & I would be BFF.  My husband, Nate, has excellent taste in music.  In college, his Napster collection was legendary.  He appreciates everything from bluegrass to R&B, & can recite the lyrics to every mid-90′s rock song ever recorded.  His first concert?  Dave Matthews Band at 15 years old.  My first concert?  ummm…Britney.  When I was 20.

Obviously, I must have some redeeming qualities other than musical taste, considering that he did marry me.

There are “those” that will say you should introduce your child to classical music early to cultivate a young genius. (Who “those” people are, I’m not entirely sure. But they’re out there, trust me.)  They want you to hook your fetus up to a set of Bose headphones, pumping Mozart & Bach into your placenta.  Personally, the idea of stretching headphones over my INCREDIBLY MASSIVE, heavy, moving eight-months pregnant belly sounded as appealing to me as taking a 24-hour long spin class at the gym.  Especially knowing that any beat would send the lad inside into a full on ute-rave, potentially causing permanent damage to my lower ribs & bladder.  So instead, I turned up my favorite flavor of girly-pop for nine months & immersed myself in vats of Ben & Jerry ice cream.

So it shouldn’t be a shocker that Harrison emerged with a rather unsophisticated lean towards Top 40 music.  I first noticed it in the car when he would settle to me belting out Jessica Simpson ballad’s over his screams.  & then when Miley Cyrus’ “Party in the USA” debuted, Nate & I knew we were in trouble.  It was the one tune that could always calm Harrison.  He could be red-faced, hollering at the world & all we had to do was push play.  Miley’s voice would fan out across the room & Harrison would turn into a gyrating, smiling baby.  ”Party in the USA” is now the third most played song on our iTunes playlist.  & then the world was graced with Ke$ha.  Oh, Ke$ha & your “Blah Blah Blah.”  & oh, how Harrison loves you even though you burn even MY ears by the fifth replay on the morning commute.

But we’ve accepted this slowly, as we love our son & are willing to sacrifice our souls & ears for his happiness.  & last night before bed, Nate said, “There’s a new Ke$ha song out – we should download it for Harrison, don’t you think?”

Nate is starting to get really feisty as he grieves for Harpie.

In response to another insensitive comment from my coirker, aka Crotch Fleas, he responded: “Tell her to put a cork in her ass so she’ll finally talk out of her mouth for once.”

I had to grab my inhaler because I was laughing so hard.

Looks like my vagina has decided to stop being a war zone. After 15 days of bleeding like a murder victim, today was spotless which means I can officially stop strapping a flotation device into my panties. I doubt Always with Wings was Victoria’s secret.

Tomorrow is our follow-up appointment with the OB…I’m not sure my girly-bits are ready for the dildo-cam. I am crossing my legs just thinking about it ::gulps:: I’ll update when I get back.