Musings of the Imp

Happy Birthday to Me!

2009-12-21T01:41:00.002-06:00

Cracker Barrel People

2009-12-11T00:15:00.002-06:00

One of my favorite places to eat is Cracker Barrel. They have great variety and good food :) I go there quite often and found myself eating lunch there with my Grammy today.

One thing I have noticed over the times I have eaten in a Cracker Barrel is the numerous amount of old time family portraits or personal portraits on the walls. Now in case you have never been inside a Cracker Barrel, the walls are covered in old memorabilia from adverts to old farm tools.

In every one of the Cracker Barrels I have been in there is at least one family portrait hanging there on the wall for every stranger to see. I cannot help but wonder, who are they?

Who is this family that sit there so somber because exposure time did not allow smiles in pictures? Did that woman marry that man for convenience or for love? Did those children grow up and get married themselves? Why is their picture hanging in Cracker Barrel instead of someone's home?

Now I know that these are most likely copies, but still, who are these people?

Just one of the many unanswered questions in my head!

Rent - A - Kid

2009-12-08T20:13:00.002-06:00

I have come to the conclusion that I need to rent a kid.

Why you ask?

Because I have been sitting here for the last hour...ok couple hours...reading other people's blogs and some of the funniest blogs revolve around children.

I am guessing that this correlation comes because children are funny and adults can be too serious or boring. There was even a successful television show revolving around children and things they say that are...funny!

So since Sexy Husband is not in a procreating mood at this time in our lives, and even if I was in the process of making a child it would be at least a year before the really good posts started coming I have decided the solution is to rent a kid.

I could keep the kid for a couple hours, take notes on any funny anecdotes and then post them on here.

The result would be a large following and people vying to read my blog to have a side splitting laugh that would wipe away the drudgery of their work day!

So now the question is...where can I rent a kid?

Jesus Throughout the Bible

2009-12-08T00:53:00.001-06:00

In GENESIS, Jesus is the Ram at Abraham's altar
In EXODUS, He's the Passover Lamb
In LEVITICUS, He's the High Priest
In NUMBERS, He's the Cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night
In DEUTERONOMY, He's the City of our Refuge
In JOSHUA, He's the Scarlet Thread out by Rahab's window

In JUDGES, He is our King
In RUTH, He is our Kinsman Redeemer
In 1st and 2nd SAMUEL, He's our Trusted Prophet
In KINGS and CHRONICLES, He's our Reigning King
In EZRA, He is our Faithful Scribe
In NEHEMIAH, He's the Rebuilder of everything that is broken
In ESTHER, He is the Mordecai sitting faithful at the gate
In JOB, He's our Redeemer that ever liveth

In PSALMS, He is my Shepherd
In PROVERBS and ECCLESIASTES, He's our Wisdom
In the SONG OF SOLOMON, He's the Beautiful Bridegroom
In ISAIAH, He's the Suffering Servant
In JEREMIAH and LAMENTATIONS, it is Jesus that is the Weeping Prophet
In EZEKIEL, He's the Wonderful Four-Faced Man
In DANIEL, He is the Fourth Man in the midst of a fiery furnace
In HOSEA, He is my Love that is forever faithful
In JOEL, He baptizes us with the Holy Spirit
In AMOS, He's our Burden Bearer

In OBADIAH, He's our Savior
In JONAH, He is the Great Foreign Missionary
In MICAH, He is the Messenger with beautiful feet
In NAHUM, He is the Avenger
In HABAKKUK, He is the Watchman that is ever praying for revival
In ZEPHANIAH, He is the Lord mighty to save
In HAGGAI, He is the Restorer of our lost heritage
In ZECHARIAH, He is our Fountain
In MALACHI, He is the Son of Righteousness with healing in His wings

In MATTHEW, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the Living God
In MARK, He's the Miracle Worker
In LUKE, He's the Son of Man
In JOHN, He is the door by which everyone of us must enter
In ACTS, He is the Shining Light that appears to Saul on the Damascus road
In ROMANS, He is our Justifier
In 1st CORINTHIANS, He is our Resurrection
In 2nd CORNITHIANS, He is our Sin Bearer

In GALATIANS, He redeems us from the law
In EPHESIANS, He is our Unsearchable Riches
In PHILIPPIANS, He supplies our every need
In COLOSSIANS, He's the Fullness of the Godhead Bodily
In 1st and 2nd THESSALONIANS, He is our Soon Coming King
In 1st and 2nd TIMOTHY, He is the Mediator between God and man

In TITUS, He is our Blessed Hope
In PHILEMON, He is a Friend that sticks closer than a brother
In HEBREWS, He's the Blood of the everlasting covenant
In JAMES, it is the Lord that heals the sick
In 1st and 2nd PETER, He is the Chief Shepherd
In 1st, 2nd, and 3rd JOHN, it is Jesus who has the tenderness of love
In JUDE, He is the Lord coming with 10,000 saints

And in REVELATION, He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords

A Mother's Love....

2009-11-20T13:25:00.003-06:00

The older I get the more I am shown how blessed I am to have the parents that I do. I have a great relationship with both of my parents who have been married to each other for 37 plus years. I consider The Mom one of my best friends and love the fact that I am so close to her.

As a child she was the disciplinarian because she stayed home with us so, though I loved her, I wouldn’t say she was my “favorite” parent at the time. As I got older we grew closer and I began to appreciate the disciplinarian that she used to be and the fountain of wisdom that she is now.

When I graduated from college I knew I could no longer stay in my home town because of many reasons, the main one being I knew my husband was somewhere else. It was a bittersweet move because there I was with my future bright and open ahead of me but leaving my best friend. I am sure if asked she would say I ran off and abandoned her without even a pause, but I did and still do miss being able to see her everyday.

Since I met Sexy Husband and we decided to settle where we are, which as you all know from previous posts is also where my brother and his family reside, I have been nagging The Mom about moving here. I, selfishly, want her near me so we can see each other more. Also I want her here for in the future when I start my family. I want my children to be able to know and adore their grandmother as much as I do.

Up until this point, The Mom has been quite adamant about not leaving the only place she has ever called home. She was born and raised in the city where she presently resides and it is all she has ever known. She has her soul-mate, her church, her dream home and her best friend. I completely understand her arguments. I may not agree with them, but I understand them.

Recently she has said she will pack up her dream house, sell it, and move from the only place she has called home to a new city to be near her children and grandchildren. I cannot even put into words how absolutely, deliriously happy I am about that. I want to cry at the sacrifice she is making for her children, once again proving what an awesome woman she is. I can only hope and pray I turn out to be half the woman/wife/mother that she is.

Now I know some readers might roll their eyes or gag at such sentiments but in this day and age where so many mothers could care less about their children, abandon their children, even murder their children; I consider her actions to be highly commendable.
Do we always agree? No. Do I think she is perfect? No, no one is. Do I ever roll my eyes at her? Yes. That is part of being mother/child or just plain human. I do, though, know how to appreciate the things that she does for me that are beyond what many “mothers” out there would do.

So this is one of my ways of saying thank you to The Mom for making the decision and sacrifice for us. I cannot wait to get you over here so we can do little things like go to Hobby Lobby, or eat Mexican for lunch. I cannot wait until I come over to your house for “coffee” in the mornings like we used to do with Grammy. I cannot wait to perhaps sing in the choir again and have you cheat off my notes for church. I cannot wait for that midnight call that says “Get to the hospital! We are having a baby!” and to hear you tell me what a wuss I am because I don’t handle pain like you do. I cannot wait to have my best friend and one of my biggest heroes near me again!

p.s. The Dad is loved just as much but this post was specifically for The Mom.

Funny little things...

2009-11-17T18:15:00.004-06:00

I am closing in on my 28^th birthday this year but it amazes me how I still have so many “childlike” things that I still like to do.

For example, in autumn, I simple cannot resist playing in the leaves. They lay there in such vibrant colors, blanketing the ground just begging to be shuffled through or thrown in the air. I usually can resist the urge to throw them in the air but I never can resist the urge to walk through the drifts of yellow, orange, red and brown, kicking my feet to cause the crinkling, crunching fluttering of them around me.

I always have to pick up one or two and keep them in sight at my desk or in my car to enjoy until they are so dry they fall apart in ashes. I just adore the changing color of the leaves!

Another example is the cart at the grocery store. I find myself constantly giving it a good push and hopping on to ride it, especially in the parking lot. I mimic the noise of a blinker when turning onto another aisle or “beep” when I am backing up in an aisle. Now I don’t do it loudly, more to myself, but still I do it! I cannot help it, most of the time it is involuntary.

When I am at home, in socks, walking down the hall I have to slide. Why waste such good hardwood floor friction, right?

When I mop or sweep, the mop/broom is my dancing partner and we swirl around like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

At restaurants, I ask for the child menu just so I can color and do the puzzles.

I have a really hard time “looking with my eyes not my hands” when I am in stores.

Etcetera. Etcetera. Etcertera.

I do believe I have the Peter Pan Syndrome!

Time for another rant....

2009-11-15T13:38:00.002-06:00

And so it begins. Every year at this time is when I get excited yet also begin to twitch. I love the holidays, always have loved the holidays, but there are pieces of the holidays that get on my nerve.

I have posted in recent years different rants about Rudolph, Salvation Army Bell, and Christmas music before Thanksgiving. This year I am going to revisit my Thanksgiving rant.

Now I just want to note that I adore Christmas, especially given that it is the celebration of my Saviors birth and my eternal hope.

Being American I also appreciate Thanksgiving and as Ecclesiastes 5:1 says “There is a time for everything.”

So

CHILL OUT WITH THE CHRISTMAS STUFF BEFORE THANKSGIVING!!!!!

Now I can somewhat understand early marketing for Christmas decorations and such given that it allows consumers a longer period of time over which they can buy…

But

That does not mean we have to start playing Christmas music the first weekend of November. Nor does it mean that we should not have Thanksgiving items available except at one or two stores two weeks before Thanksgiving but instead having Christmas crap everywhere!

Christmas Crap: noun: definition: Items pertaining to the commercialization of Christmas and fictional characters of Santa Claus, Rudolph and Frosty.

I don’t even think I mind that you wouldn’t have Pilgrims and Indians now but Anglo-Saxon invaders and Innocent Native Americans because of the PC overrule of the world these days. At least that would be better than completely ignoring one of this nation’s founding holidays!!! And yes I know it was not a federal holiday until 1941 but it was celebrated long before that so zip it!

Give Thanksgiving a break people! It already has to compete with the candy and costumes of Halloween and presents and glitter of Christmas without being completely crushed out of existence.

Embrace the orange, yellow, green and brown! Revel in the turkey, dressing, and pumpkin pie! Enjoy leaves, acorns, bales of hay and cornucopias! Wear belt buckles on your hat and large white aprons! Wear braids, feathers and moccasins! Sit back full to the brim and enjoy the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade! Enjoy Thanksgiving Day to the fullest and go to bed thinking you will never eat that much again!

Then…and only then…the next day you can haul out Santa and all his friends.

First Cry of Life

2009-11-08T22:24:00.005-06:00

This last Thursday morning I witnessed, or technically heard, one of the most beautiful earthly miracles with which God blessed us: the birth of a child.

I tear up even now at the wonderment at such a moment. As I stood in that hospital hallway I was surrounded by the full cycle of life. Somewhere in that building someone was dying, but there in front of me, my niece was being born.

Even not being her mother, when that first gargled cry rent through the air it pierced right into my heart. That feeling was absolutely indescribable and my pathetic attempt to put it into words will never do it justice.

I blubbered in the hall listening to the lusty cries that were the trumpet sound for a glorious miracle. For if you really give the birth of a child thought it is indeed a miracle. From conception to birth so many things have to happen just correctly and fall into place guided by God's hand that it is nothing short of a miracle.

My emotions only soared higher when that bundled little weeble wobble of a baby was placed in my arms. Her little lower lip sticking out to pout before she gave a cry as if to tell me of the horrors she had been put through to get here. Those unfocused eyes crinkling in the corners as she cried at the loss of her warm, cozy place and close, life-giving bond to her mother. Soft, smooth skin flushed with the warmth of life and amazingly clear to have just been born. Fingers so tiny they could not possibly be real. People who say they do not believe in love at first sight, have never held a baby the day it was born!

It is almost scary how quickly you can love and fiercely want to protect someone you have just met, someone whose personality has not even had time to develop, and voice has not been heard. Yet here she is and love her I do....

Princess Penguin
Born November 5, 2009
8 lbs and 1 oz
20 inches long

Autumn

2009-09-29T22:41:00.003-05:00

Today when I stepped out to head to cube-hell I had to pause and take a deep breath. It was cool! My skin actually felt chilled! What a wonderful feeling! Autumn is approaching, my favorite time of year!

I love when the air gets crisp, the leaves start turning and you get that Mary Poppins skip to your step! It is the time that starts you thinking about Halloween, Thanksgiving and then Christmas! I enjoy summer but I have to say Autumn and Winter are my favorites!

I am itching to get my long sleeved shirts, boots, and hats out and ready to wear! I think they are more comfortable and cozy than most of the summer clothing. I guess here in the south it is soooooo hot in the summer you don't even want your clothes on so they are not exactly favored, but in the winter it is just cold enough to snuggle into that long sleeved sweater, brushing the soft fuzziness across your cheek as you are curled on the couch, sipping hot cocoa and reading a good book! Then again it is probably just me :)

Either way I am uber glad Autumn is on its way!

Yes I said uber glad :)

Until next time...

October is around the corner....

2009-09-24T21:59:00.003-05:00

So October is almost here and you know what that means....Halloween!

I have already begun planning my second annual Halloween party. I already have many of my decorations, re-using some from last year and obtaining new ones. The earlier the better because it is better pickings.

The big question for now though is...What will be my costume?!?

Last year I was a pirate and Sexy Husband was my "treasure". I am having a hard time deciding what to be this year. I love to dress up in costumes and since I do not do as much acting anymore, Halloween is prime opportunity. The problem is there are so many options!!

Any suggestions?

I will update when I figure it out!

Until next time...

The dilemma of depression

2009-09-23T23:04:00.002-05:00

I am fighting depression.

There you have it.

I experience life through my emotions. I admit it. I am an emotional creature. I usually am a vivacious, creative, life loving person ....until recently.

I am constantly tired, have an underlying blah or sadness in my gut, and just no desire to do anything...like blog.

I am finally saying something on here because as another blog's post reminded me, this is My blog. I write on here for me first, the possible audience is a perk. I am already struggling to write anything and have been moping away even more for fear of "bothering" my readers with "unhappy" posts.

Well sorry readers but this post will not be happy.

Don't get me wrong, I can laugh, I can enjoy a day and have a good ole time. It is just underneath it all is this ever present "sadness" for lack of a better word. I cry at everything and my poor husband is wondering what he married.

To add to it I have a layer of guilt on top of the sadness.

Why you ask?

Because I have absolutely no reason whatsoever to be depressed! Which makes it even more depressing! Vicious cycle!

I am calling my doctor tomorrow. We shall see what can be done.

I don't like this....I want the funny, vivacious, creative girl back!

.....

2009-09-02T18:08:00.002-05:00

I am officially tired of pregnant women.

The End.

(This comment excludes my sis-in-law)

A letter to a cube-mate

2009-08-27T13:52:00.003-05:00

Dear Lady in cubicle number six,

There is absolutely no need to yell on the land-line phone which you use at your desk. The people in the surrounding counties have no need or desire to hear your conversations even though they are about work.

We are well aware that you know how to whisper given that you do so when gossiping with someone who has come to visit you in your cubicle. We would ask that you utilize this while on the phone as well. It would be beneficial to the work and health of those surrounding you. Also it would be beneficial to your health because it would decrease the desire for someone to cut out your vocal chords.

As a side note, we would also like to request that you check your voicemail messages with the hand-held part to your ear and not on speakerphone. We do not need to know that your forty-seventh meeting has been cancelled for the day.

We hope you take this friendly note as a helpful encouragement which will increase productivity in the workplace.

Sincerely,
You Cube-Hell Mates

We interrupt the normal programming for....

2009-08-26T00:09:00.003-05:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-07-27T18:09:00.002-05:00

Hi,

My name is Mascat!
I live with the Imp and have decided that I should be able to add a post or two now and then on the blog.

I am sure you are wondering about my name. Well it started back last year when the Imp dressed me up for her halloween party. She decided then and there I would get a costume for every party and would be the party mascot...or mascat!

So I have had a lot of costumes over the last year. I made a collage of the pictures to show you all and bring you up to now.

To go along with the collage below from left to right, I was Fred Astaire at a classy black and white birthday. I rocked the night out at a jamming karaoke party. I brewed and spelled at the halloween party. I made Santa jealous as I rocked the Christmas season in my stylin' hat and tie. I rang in the new year with style. I was a masked feline for a Mardi Gras birthday. I did the hula at a hawaiian themed party. I monkeyed around with friends at a tiki birthday and I celebrated freedom on the fourth of July!

Oh! The Imp is home I have to go, but no worries I will be back!

Until next time....

Boot Camp

2009-07-26T14:55:00.003-05:00

I having been slowly...and I mean slowly getting healthier this summer. I was doing well at the beginning of the summer with exercising and such but it has definitely slacked off lately. I have good intentions at work to come home and exercise but you know the saying about good intentions. I get home and I crash, I have no energy or desire to exercise, plus with my couch or bed calling my name of course they are going to win!

My friend told me about a month long class called boot camp that is offered here in my city. I looked into it and decided to sign up for one of the classes. I actually am very excited to get my butt kicked...I know I am weird. I have really wanted to get healthier though and I think this will help give a recharge to me :)

Boot Camp - here is the link if you are a local and interested in taking the class!

I am looking forward to the results and hoping that I will enjoy the class despite the butt kicking!

Ali Baba had.....great lamb?

2009-07-25T22:39:00.004-05:00

Sexy Husband and I have started a monthly thing of having "date days". We each get one weekend in the month to plan a date for us to spend time with each other.

I was the first one and so we had a relaxing day here in town.
We slept in and hung out until the afternoon.
I decided to rock my 80's outfit

for when we went to the art museum.

After going to the art museum we went to a Persian
restaurant we had heard about and decided to try.
Ali Baba's is the name and let me tell you
Mmmmm! We will be going there again!
That was the best lamb I have ever had!
The chicken and hummus were wonderful too!
I will be taking everyone I know there because it was fantastic!

We finished off the evening by walking around the mall then
going to the Cheesecake Factory to have cheesecake.
It was a great date day!
I can't wait to see what Sexy Husband has planned for the next one.

Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy!

2009-07-20T21:57:00.000-05:00

I got to meet you the day you were born, you were

my cute weeble-wobble nephew
all wrapped up at the hospital.
Then you were Beautiful Baby.

Now you are four and full of life!
I can't wait to see what this year holds!
Happy Birthday Beautiful Boy!

Addicted again....

2009-07-16T22:41:00.002-05:00

Once again this summer I am addicted to Fox's So You Think You Can Dance. I am not a big television watcher but man this show has suckered me in every season. For example: tonight was elimination night and I was very happy to see one of the contestants leave.

I should not be so into a television show! It is t.v.! I think though it has to do with my love for dancing. I never took much dance when I was younger. I am not sure why, maybe because I quit gymnastics and dance was expensive. I don't know why but I didn't take it so I am not very good but I LOVE to dance.

I have pondered the idea of taking some classes now that I can pay for them myself but have yet to actually act upon the thought. For now I will just keep watching the amazing dancers on So You Think You Can Dance which will now have a fall show whoo hoo!

Until next time....

Kamikaze squirrels, allergy shots and pregancy tests.

2009-07-08T18:17:00.003-05:00

I meant to write last night but ended up spending time with Sexy Husband which is a much better alternative. So I am combining today and yesterday's post into one.

Kamikaze Squirrel

As a prelude I must mention I had a wreck a couple weeks ago, rear-ending someone and doing damage to my car. It is fixed now but I am still somewhat skittish. I am not a morning person and probably truly should not be operating heavy machinery (car) before....noon. Needless to say though I have to get to work somehow so I drive.

Yesterday I had just pulled out of my driveway and had not gone but two house lengths down the road when BAM! something hit my car. I slam on the breaks as I try to get my heart to start again, and figure out what I hit! There was nothing around, no cars, no kids, no cats, no dogs, nothing!

I hit Wonder Woman's jet!

Not really.

After a second or two, I realized the sound had come from above my head. I looked out the mirrors and saw a squirrel bouncing away from the car. WHAT?!? I was cannon-balled by a kamikaze squirrel! The little furry rodent gave me a heart attack! Would have been cooler to hit Wonder Woman's jet.

Allergy shots and pregnancy tests.

I am going to begin taking allergy shots tomorrow. I am really hoping they will work because as I like to joke I am "allergic to life". My allergies have increased since moving to the great AL so I am taking three different meds just to be able to breathe.

In a precautionary step I had to take a pregnancy test this morning to make sure that birth control had worked this month. It was an interesting mix of emotions to take that test this morning. As I have said in past posts, I have the baby itch though I know the timing is not right. I am keeping myself super busy so I can ignore the feeling but the underlying itch is still there.

So taking a pregnancy test this morning had me on a roller coaster. As I sat and watched for the stupid pink line(s) I was torn between this:

Side No Baby

the timing is not right
you are on birth control, have been for over a year and no mistakes yet so why now
your husband is not ready for a baby
your finances are not ready for a baby
ecetera, ecetera, ecetera!

Side Yes Baby

I want a baby!

Alas it was negative so I will have to wait (which is a good thing, at least that is what I will keep telling myself) and I start the shots tomorrow!

On a side note pregnancy tests are expensive! Sheesh children are expensive before you even know if you are having one or not!

Until next time...

How to make easy, yummy chicken parmesean

2009-07-06T19:43:00.005-05:00

Well first I guess I must correct my title because technically I will use colby and jack cheese so it is more like chicken colby and jack. :)

Being a visual person myself I have made sure to have nice picture aids. So let us begin.

Preheat your oven to 400 degrees.

You will need some chicken breasts.

Then you need one beaten egg and some bread crumbs in two separate bowls.

Dip the chicken into the egg making sure to coat it well.

Then dip the egg covered chicken into the bread crumbs, coating liberally.

Place the coated chicken breasts into a 9x13 pan.
Bake for twenty minutes.

While the chicken is baking for 20 minutes,
take any type pasta you like

and prepare according to package instructions

When the 20 minutes is done, take the chicken out
and spoon spaghetti sauce all over it
top the sauce with a lot of cheese

Place back into the oven for 10 more minutes
or until chicken is no longer pink.

Last but not least, pile some pasta on your plate,
place a nice, juicy piece of chicken on top
and spoon some sauce on it all and enjoy!

Yum!

Until next time.....

Arbor Day Early

2009-07-05T14:53:00.004-05:00

We have been oh so slowly doing things to make our yard look better. It had been neglected for a while before we bought the house so it is slow progress. We had a jungle back on the back fence that we have finally cleared and made look much better.

For our first year anniversary, I took Sexy Husband to Lowe's and walked him into the garden section. Bringing him to the trees, I pointed to them and said "Pick one and we will pardon future paper." This was one of my "presents" for the "paper" anniversary.

We did not have a vehicle that could carry the tree at that time so we had to just discuss which one we wanted. We finally agreed on a blossoming pink cherry. We finally got them and today we planted them having our arbor day early.

Here are pictures:

Here is tree #1

Here is tree #2

Here they are between their big brothers:

Until next time....

Happy Fourth of July

2009-07-03T23:09:00.002-05:00

picture made by Imp

The want to blog....and actually doing it.

2009-07-02T22:34:00.005-05:00

I remember a time when I blogged pretty much every day.

I want so badly to get back to that point but no matter how many times lately I tell myself "Ok starting today we blog everyday", it has yet to happen.

It is not that I don't have anything to write about because I do. It is just I am a slacker and don't do it.

Like I did not post about Sexy Husband's birthday party:

It was tiki themed and super fun....

And I had a super cute outfit....

Then I could have blogged about us going to the beach:

We went with two other couples. I had a super cute bathing suit (and that means something if I feel cute in a bathing suit!)

But I have been a slacker. I will try to get better. I will take one day at a time.

Until next time....

Aunt Imp Again....

2009-06-15T23:29:00.003-05:00

One bit of news I haven't shared yet is that I am going to be an aunt...again. If you are an old timer to this blog you will well know Mr. Nephew and Beautiful Boy. They are great delights in my life and I have had many a post about them.

Well number three is on the way and last Thursday we found out the sex.....

To follow tradition on this blog the new little girl must be given a nickname for the blog as like her brother's before her. The boys had nicknamed her Penguin before they knew the sex so I think it only appropriate her nickname on here be:

Yes. Princess Penguin it shall be even with possible death threats from the Sis-in-Law. I find the nickname perfect and in the words of Charlton Heston "So it is written, so it shall be done!"

Disclaimer: If upon birth she turns out to actually be a "he" the name will thus be changed to Prince Penguin.

Until next time...