What's This Guy's Secret?!?!?!

The guy to the left is Drew Peterson. No relation to the other scum bag, Scott Peterson, locked up in CA.
If you're not family with Drew Peterson, he is currently under investigation for the homicide of wife #3 and under suspicion for his missing wife #4.
He has been a staple in the US news for the first half of 2008. Things have died down with him, while he is under investigation but now he's back in the news - with bells on. Why? Cause he's engaged to be married to wife #5!
So when I read the headlines that he was engaged again, a few things ran through my head:
1) Are you kidding me?
2) Is that legal? I mean I don't believe his fourth wife has ever been found but is still considered 'missing.'
3) Does this woman (his fiance) have a death wish?
4) Have you seen the guy? He's not wealthy, he's not good looking....how is he finding all this action? (Must be his mojo.)
5) What is his secret? How is a man like that married four times already and has already got wife #5 waiting in the wings?!

My first instinct is that he MUST be drugging these women into marrying him. Like I said, 'Have you seen this guy?'
I'm sure these women are not being drugged - I have to settle myself to the fact that they must just be dumb. Really dumb.

A coworker and I were having a conversation about this....who in their right mind would want to "be with" a person who is under legal suspicion. To take it one step further, who would want to "be with" a person locked up for life? The latter is about Scott Peterson - the man convicted of killing his wife and their unborn child. He's in prison and he's got 120+ lady pen pals. I'm sure writing all 120+ helps pass the time behind bars but what is with these women? What are their deals? Do they have such LOW self esteem that the only way they could possibly be in a relationship is with someone behind bars - where their "love interest" remains captive? Are they hoping that by being with a convicted killer, or even a person under suspicion, it might save them a trip to a reality game show in order to get their 15 minutes of fame?

Part of me also wondered if some of these women thought they could actually 'save' these men in some way. Like the fiance to Drew Peterson - maybe she feels she could save him and his reputation by becoming wife #5 and showing the world that she can survive....they can get married and divorced and come out it of unscathed. Maybe she'll even outlive him...who knows.

The point is - something crazy is going on here and it does not smell kosher!

Your Baby Smells....

It might seem like all my recent postings have been about babies and pregnancies (minus my Jetson-themed post), but I feel like this post would have been a necessity had I not been pregnant.

When I think of babies, I think of smooth skin, bald heads, and baby powder smells. When I was walking through the grocery store yesterday and passed a 1.5 year old with his Dad, I smelled poop. It was bad. I almost felt like turning around and saying 'Hey, I think it's time for a diaper change.' It was probably the first time in my pregnancy, thus far, that I felt the gag reflexes going off.

And then as I passed them and tried to get away from the source of the smell, I thought to myself, 'Oh my gosh - that could be me in a year!' And then I said a little prayer that I would never be THAT parent that just walked around the store, ho-humming like nothing was up. The Dad didn't seem to be in any great rush to get the grocery shopping done so they could change the poopie diaper. Me? I would like to think that at the first whiff of "danger," I would be parking my cart to the side and making a bee-line to the ladies' room to make my baby 'fresh' again.

It has actually happened on one occasion...with my nephew. He was about 2-3 years old and I had to make a quick trip to Target. And since this was only going to be a 30 minute voyage, I didn't bother taking the diaper bag with me. I figured he was 'older' and what could possibly happen in 30 minutes?! Apparently, a lot. We arrived at the Target and I went directly to the aisle I needed to be in. As I was making my selection, my nephew had marked his territory in the aisle by standing in one spot and proceeding to turn bright red. You see, he was turning red because he was pushing. Pushing what? Certainly not daisies. Back in the day, this is how my nephew would conduct his poop sessions - he would be playing, playing, playing and then freeze and his cheeks would puff out and his face would turn beet red. One time he even grabbed onto my husband's knees for support.

I immediately knew what was going on - I immediately panicked. Instead of proceeding to the checkout and just lugging this now 'smelly kid' around the store with me or even going to buy diapers and wipes to change him on the spot, I put my stuff back, went to the car and drove home. I felt bad that I didn't have his diaper bag with me and that was a lesson learned - never leave without a diaper bag when traveling with ANY child.

So since I've had it happen to me in the past and now that I know I will have it happen to me in the future, I feel somewhat secure in knowing that I will do my very best not to have the smelliest kid around.