This saturday, Ms. Dii and i threw a double-bubble baby shower. From the left: myself, the mothers to be (both teachers, of course) and ms. dii! We started out with mimosas, tea sandwiches, quiches and cookies. after opening gifts, we played three silly baby shower games. First was the one where you guess how many squares of toilet paper will fit around the mommies belly. next, one where the winner made as many baby names as possible from a baby-showery phrase. finally, a rousing round of baby shower bingo. Oh and of course the one where everyone gets clothespins on their entrance and anyone caught crossing their legs has to give theirs up immediately. (Wierdly enough, one of the mommies was the first to lose hers!) Finally, we had tea and desserts. i didn't get a photo of all the teapots and teacups, (Ms. Dii's idea!) we had five teapots, all different teas, and 20 mis-matched teacups. really cute. for dessert, Ms. Dii had ordered petit fours from a bakery... they were sooo adorable:

We had the festivities in Ms. Dii's teeny tiny apartment. her "special friend" Mister Pii vacated to a friends house and played guitar hero all day and stayed for dinner. I should qualify the term, "special friend." Ms. Dii does not like to use the word "boyfriend" at school. when she mentions something about him in front of her students, she always uses the term "special friend." her students have picked up on this one as well and always ask her, "are you going somewhere with your "special friend" this weekend?"

It is amazing we did pull off such an amazing function... considering we were the karaoke queens in the white trashiest bar in s.v.

In between us is DTR, the wife of a guy Ms. Dii's "special friend" works with on base. I would say she was a friend of hers... but DTR is a little shy yet and we call her husband her "activities director." Ms. Dii thought it was a little weird that DTR's husband called Mister Pii to arrange a "playdate" (no they didn't call it that) between the two women. She's coming out of her shell now, though. she seemed to have plenty to say at the bar- i mean if you started the convo she did.

anyway we had a really good time. Of course i had promised myself that i would leave the bar at about 10:00 that night. i wanted to be home and in bed at a decent time as i knew we had a big day sunday. those plans fell through. At least i was smart enough to only have three beers in four hours! (good me) somewhere around 1:00 Am someone decided that we should go to denny's for moons over my hammy. and it was nice, haven't had an all-nighter at denny's in... well... since HIGH SCHOOL! (remember when, girls!) we played a game of luck involving artificial sweetner- hiding them under the table and each contestant guessed which order they were in (pink, blue, yellow... and why are artificial sweetners in baby colors?) i won, i was the only one to guess all three correct. Ms. Dii was holding them, so i chalked it up to the Psychic link. this is the same psychic link which causes us to cook spaghetti and meatballs with whole wheat pasta on the same evening. So i'll leave you with a final thought...

Military buddy #1, myself, and mister. pii doin the NKOTB strut

Miss Dii bowling. No, she does not have round, barbie like boobs, those are her hands... and Mister Pii playing baseball... note the stiped pants...

So here I am... mii playing golf. Miss Dii and i to the right playing doubles tennis. I did say they were a lot like veggie tales. and what i mean is at times they don't have arms and legs, and they bounce-walk like the veggie tales.

and they don't really have hands, just little balls when they need to hold onto something...

And here's a picture of the real me, having a good Friday night.