Get out of my belleh! It's time! LEAVE LITTLE ONE! LEAVE!!!
Getting Things Organized
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Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Week 36
Happy birthday to us
Happy birthday to us
Happy birthday Bill Paxton (and Trent Reznor and Dennis Hopper)
Happy birthday to us!
Holy mackarel. 4 weeks left; most probably less than that. Brenden will be considered "term" on Thursday, or at the 37 week mark. I shall serve him his eviction notice. Not sure how I'm going to get it to him without rupturing any membranes; not to mention I don't think he can read yet. Maybe I'll just jump up and down a lot and yell "Get out!!".
I am feeling terrific. I thought things were supposed to get worse into the last 6 weeks. Dunno why I feel so good; I think some of it has to do with the excercise I'm getting. Yeah, I'm finally being active after 5 months.
My sister Andrea came up on Saturday to visit. We had a plan to clean the house from top to bottom. I started at 8am; she showed up at 9:30 and we kept going until about 5pm. Even with all that we did not get to two rooms (computer room and weight room). Not only was everything scrubbed, vacuumed, put away, etc. we must have thrown away a half a ton of crap that has been accumulating.
We rearranged the master bedroom - Andrea has a good eye for room layout and we set things up so I no longer have a tortorous route to crawl to get out of bed. The baby's room is now ready to go - it was getting crammed with late additions and gifts and now everything is all sorted out and ready to go. I think. I hope.
All the baby books and stuff talk about the "nesting instinct". Apparently many women feel the urge to clean and rearrange near the end of their pregnancies. I think Jon is right though - I don't think it's a true instinct as much as it is adrenaline and excitement because I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Oh! We did take a swim break at about 3pm. I did a little light vacuuming in the pool first (it had just rained and a few earthworms decided to commit suicide). It's still a shade cold but we lasted about 30 minutes. I for one loved how my back and feet quit hurting! I need a big pool floatie that will allow me to stay submerged for the most part (like an inner-tube shaped floatie) and I'll live in the pool for the rest of the pregnancy.
Sunday morning we went to Wally World for a few last-minute things then Andrea left around mid-day. She was actually verklempt when she left! I think she's as excited about having a nephew as I am having a son. I will say one nice thing about this pregancy is how much more I'm staying in touch with my family. Part of my depression has been caused by loneliness and when they come visit it helps a lot.
I spent the rest of Sunday resting and watching TV/ playing on the computer. I was deeply surprised at how good I felt - I thought I would feel absolutely lame after Saturday. And I'm feeling great today. So much so that I'm contemplating the weight room and the computer room.
Happy birthday to us
Happy birthday to us
Happy birthday Bill Paxton (and Trent Reznor and Dennis Hopper)
Happy birthday to us!
Holy mackarel. 4 weeks left; most probably less than that. Brenden will be considered "term" on Thursday, or at the 37 week mark. I shall serve him his eviction notice. Not sure how I'm going to get it to him without rupturing any membranes; not to mention I don't think he can read yet. Maybe I'll just jump up and down a lot and yell "Get out!!".
I am feeling terrific. I thought things were supposed to get worse into the last 6 weeks. Dunno why I feel so good; I think some of it has to do with the excercise I'm getting. Yeah, I'm finally being active after 5 months.
My sister Andrea came up on Saturday to visit. We had a plan to clean the house from top to bottom. I started at 8am; she showed up at 9:30 and we kept going until about 5pm. Even with all that we did not get to two rooms (computer room and weight room). Not only was everything scrubbed, vacuumed, put away, etc. we must have thrown away a half a ton of crap that has been accumulating.
We rearranged the master bedroom - Andrea has a good eye for room layout and we set things up so I no longer have a tortorous route to crawl to get out of bed. The baby's room is now ready to go - it was getting crammed with late additions and gifts and now everything is all sorted out and ready to go. I think. I hope.
All the baby books and stuff talk about the "nesting instinct". Apparently many women feel the urge to clean and rearrange near the end of their pregnancies. I think Jon is right though - I don't think it's a true instinct as much as it is adrenaline and excitement because I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Oh! We did take a swim break at about 3pm. I did a little light vacuuming in the pool first (it had just rained and a few earthworms decided to commit suicide). It's still a shade cold but we lasted about 30 minutes. I for one loved how my back and feet quit hurting! I need a big pool floatie that will allow me to stay submerged for the most part (like an inner-tube shaped floatie) and I'll live in the pool for the rest of the pregnancy.
Sunday morning we went to Wally World for a few last-minute things then Andrea left around mid-day. She was actually verklempt when she left! I think she's as excited about having a nephew as I am having a son. I will say one nice thing about this pregancy is how much more I'm staying in touch with my family. Part of my depression has been caused by loneliness and when they come visit it helps a lot.
I spent the rest of Sunday resting and watching TV/ playing on the computer. I was deeply surprised at how good I felt - I thought I would feel absolutely lame after Saturday. And I'm feeling great today. So much so that I'm contemplating the weight room and the computer room.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I have become obsessed with the pool. Not only did I clean it Sunday, I cleaned it Monday as well. Monday afternoon I went to the pool store, had some water analysed, then bought chlorine shock and a 50 pound bag of sodium bicarbonate.
Pools always need chlorine. The sun helps break it down so you have to constantly monitor the levels in the pool. The baking soda is to increase the alkalinity which helps stabilize the pH. I'm not sure why all of this has to be done - I know that if it's not alkalyne it's acidic which just isn't good for the pool itself, not to mention irritating to swimmers. The Chlorine, of course, is for the sanitizing effect.
Jon mentioned to me that two weeks ago our pool resembled a swamp, and now we're about to go swimming in the same water. It doesn't bother me; all the swamp aspects have been shocked, killed, and filtered out. I don't worry about all the dead squirrels that fall into Hartselle's water reservoir so I'm not going to worry about our pool, as long as the test kit shows that the pool's water is in the correct balance.
Anyway, we have a pool pump with a sand filter which helps control the amount of debris. When I clean the pool I basically have this little scrubber/vacuum head that plugs directly inline with the pump. Using this big telescoping pole, I'm basically running a vacuum cleaner over the bottom. Big stuff like leaves I simply try to net.
So anyway; another good use for upping the alkalinity is that the pool is no longer cloudy. It was crystal clear all the way to the bottom this morning; I need one more good pool vacuuming then it will be ready for use. Most of what's on the bottom now are occasionaly clumps of silt and a few lone leaves. I didn't see any worms, frogs, birds, spiders, chipmunks or monkeys on the bottom.
I had wanted to clean it yesterday, as well. I kind of enjoy cleaning it. I'm outdoors, the pump is relatively quiet, I get to watch the water's surface and I get to zen out. But it's more work than it feels like because I was feeling literally lame Tuesday afternoon. My feet looked like sausages!
Speaking of, Tuesday's non-stress test went fine, although I fell asleep during it. I noticed my feet then when I took my shoes off. They looked so bad. I went to Wally World this afternoon and bought a bunch of stuff for a pedicure. I wonder if they will let me walk around barefoot at work? I wish. I also bought a small pillow, and right now my shoes are off, my feet are propped up on the computer tower under my desk and on the pillow, and I actually feel halfway comfortable.
Of course, I need to go use the potty again. *Sigh*.
Oh! In recognition of National Kill-a-Kitten month, I am happy to report my favorite Redhead has 3 movies being screened at Cannes: Brides, Keane, and Chromophobia. Keane finally has a U.S. distributor and will be coming out in the fall. I expect his British T.V. miniseries, "Escape from Colditz" to be broadcast on the Hallmark channel sometimes soon.
Pools always need chlorine. The sun helps break it down so you have to constantly monitor the levels in the pool. The baking soda is to increase the alkalinity which helps stabilize the pH. I'm not sure why all of this has to be done - I know that if it's not alkalyne it's acidic which just isn't good for the pool itself, not to mention irritating to swimmers. The Chlorine, of course, is for the sanitizing effect.
Jon mentioned to me that two weeks ago our pool resembled a swamp, and now we're about to go swimming in the same water. It doesn't bother me; all the swamp aspects have been shocked, killed, and filtered out. I don't worry about all the dead squirrels that fall into Hartselle's water reservoir so I'm not going to worry about our pool, as long as the test kit shows that the pool's water is in the correct balance.
Anyway, we have a pool pump with a sand filter which helps control the amount of debris. When I clean the pool I basically have this little scrubber/vacuum head that plugs directly inline with the pump. Using this big telescoping pole, I'm basically running a vacuum cleaner over the bottom. Big stuff like leaves I simply try to net.
So anyway; another good use for upping the alkalinity is that the pool is no longer cloudy. It was crystal clear all the way to the bottom this morning; I need one more good pool vacuuming then it will be ready for use. Most of what's on the bottom now are occasionaly clumps of silt and a few lone leaves. I didn't see any worms, frogs, birds, spiders, chipmunks or monkeys on the bottom.
I had wanted to clean it yesterday, as well. I kind of enjoy cleaning it. I'm outdoors, the pump is relatively quiet, I get to watch the water's surface and I get to zen out. But it's more work than it feels like because I was feeling literally lame Tuesday afternoon. My feet looked like sausages!
Speaking of, Tuesday's non-stress test went fine, although I fell asleep during it. I noticed my feet then when I took my shoes off. They looked so bad. I went to Wally World this afternoon and bought a bunch of stuff for a pedicure. I wonder if they will let me walk around barefoot at work? I wish. I also bought a small pillow, and right now my shoes are off, my feet are propped up on the computer tower under my desk and on the pillow, and I actually feel halfway comfortable.
Of course, I need to go use the potty again. *Sigh*.
Oh! In recognition of National Kill-a-Kitten month, I am happy to report my favorite Redhead has 3 movies being screened at Cannes: Brides, Keane, and Chromophobia. Keane finally has a U.S. distributor and will be coming out in the fall. I expect his British T.V. miniseries, "Escape from Colditz" to be broadcast on the Hallmark channel sometimes soon.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Week 35
Hooooo! It's getting close, isn't it? I'm doing better than I thought I would at this stage in the game, but many women have told me it doesn't really get miserable until the baby drops. Yes, he's still hanging onto my ribcage. Dangling by his feet, I might add. I feel obliged to post at least *one* more belly shot before D-Day.
I'm just now starting to see swelling in my feet and my hands - I had to remove my wedding band and I really need to buy some comfy sandal-style shoes. Which means I might want to pay attention to how my feet look. Eek.
While loading and unloading the dishwasher can be excruciating, I am surprised at the things I can do. For instance yesterday I cleaned the pool. Yes, I spent mother's day opening the pool. It's that time of year and I WANNA SWIM, DAMMIT! That would be so relaxing. And I'm not worried about it being too cold because I bet with my pumped-up metabolism it wouldn't bother me. And don't send my any #*$damn links to dangers of pregnancy vs. swimming pools or baths, etc. I will not be paying attention!
Speaking of the pool, despite that Jon trimmed back the tree next to it, some stupid bird made her nest in it again. Lady, you will *never* get your genes passed to another generation if you keep doing that!
We're going to buy a solar blanket for the pool, so I'm hoping if those stupid bird babies flounder in the pool again, I can fish them out before they die. Other than earthworms and bugs nothing too big has tried to commit suicide in the pool yet. I did spot a damn squirrel drinking out of it the other day.
I wish I could let the cats outside while I'm cleaning. I'm not too worried about them running away. As it is now I leave the backyard door open and the screen door closed and both of them lay out on the living room floor positioning themselves strategically in the afternoon sunbeams. I'm sure if I let them outside they would take two steps and fall limply to the patio in the full heat of the sun.
Drowning is a major cause of death to young children. I am going to buy a security fence about the time that Brenden learns to crawl.
Speaking of animals, my brother finally updated his blog with some fun photos of his extended family: Here.
Also: I haven't quit writing reviews. I have just been lazy about posting the links. I will be going on semi-permanent hiatus in about a week while I sort this baby business out. Here's a full list of all the movies I have reviewed. Wow, that's only 28 reviews. Out of all of them, you know which was my favorite? Spongebob Squarepants. Really.
Hooooo! It's getting close, isn't it? I'm doing better than I thought I would at this stage in the game, but many women have told me it doesn't really get miserable until the baby drops. Yes, he's still hanging onto my ribcage. Dangling by his feet, I might add. I feel obliged to post at least *one* more belly shot before D-Day.
I'm just now starting to see swelling in my feet and my hands - I had to remove my wedding band and I really need to buy some comfy sandal-style shoes. Which means I might want to pay attention to how my feet look. Eek.
While loading and unloading the dishwasher can be excruciating, I am surprised at the things I can do. For instance yesterday I cleaned the pool. Yes, I spent mother's day opening the pool. It's that time of year and I WANNA SWIM, DAMMIT! That would be so relaxing. And I'm not worried about it being too cold because I bet with my pumped-up metabolism it wouldn't bother me. And don't send my any #*$damn links to dangers of pregnancy vs. swimming pools or baths, etc. I will not be paying attention!
Speaking of the pool, despite that Jon trimmed back the tree next to it, some stupid bird made her nest in it again. Lady, you will *never* get your genes passed to another generation if you keep doing that!
We're going to buy a solar blanket for the pool, so I'm hoping if those stupid bird babies flounder in the pool again, I can fish them out before they die. Other than earthworms and bugs nothing too big has tried to commit suicide in the pool yet. I did spot a damn squirrel drinking out of it the other day.
I wish I could let the cats outside while I'm cleaning. I'm not too worried about them running away. As it is now I leave the backyard door open and the screen door closed and both of them lay out on the living room floor positioning themselves strategically in the afternoon sunbeams. I'm sure if I let them outside they would take two steps and fall limply to the patio in the full heat of the sun.
Drowning is a major cause of death to young children. I am going to buy a security fence about the time that Brenden learns to crawl.
Speaking of animals, my brother finally updated his blog with some fun photos of his extended family: Here.
Also: I haven't quit writing reviews. I have just been lazy about posting the links. I will be going on semi-permanent hiatus in about a week while I sort this baby business out. Here's a full list of all the movies I have reviewed. Wow, that's only 28 reviews. Out of all of them, you know which was my favorite? Spongebob Squarepants. Really.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Saw the head doc yesterday. We agreed to cut my meds to 25 mg of Zoloft for now. Yeah, I've had a few boo-hoo moments but they have been more normal - for instance I had a cry this last Sunday for no other reason than I felt left out of stuff. But the main thing I've noticed lately is I've been experiencing no anxiety. But anyways I should have posted this yesterday:
One of the reasons I haven't written so much is I haven't really been inspired. Helly and Nancy's responses to my last post gave me a little grist.
My first thoughts about Helly's talk with her boss was how embarrasing that must have been. I know she likes her boss from reading her blog. My second thoughts concern acting professional in the workplace. She kept asking for time off but he kept putting it off *until* she had a breakdown. It should never have to get that far, that's so unfortunate. I'm trying to imagine what a man would do in that situation: be more assertive when asking for time off? Get angry? Thinking about some of the things I see here men tend to be more confrontational. Maybe her boss kept pushing her because he thought he could without her getting confrontational. Not good. Maybe he just didn't see what was going on, but that's not good either.
Here's my own recent work story sort of in the inverse: when we got our new boss (old boss still there, we've just grown so we're split into smaller groups now) he asked for input about what we thought of our jobs and positions etc. I emailed him what I thought was a professional-sounding letter and I was open and honest. I made one complaint: I haven't been given enough to do ever since I announced my pregnancy and I felt "out of the loop". I explained I understood not being put on long-term projects but I knew from how busy everyone else was I could at least help someone who was bogged down.
So both bosses emailed me back to reassure me that I was a valuable member of the team, etc etc. That made me feel better. But they *keep* reassuring me to the point where I'm wondering what is going on. Are they worried that I will freak out? I know both of them are parents. Maybe their wives went haywire; I don't know. I haven't gone haywire at work; I have cried a few times at my desk but no one saw me, I don't think. Are they worried I might file some sort of discrimination lawsuit? Our company is in flux right now with a new CEO and restructuring etc. But dammit, I do feel better about my job so quit coddling me, y'all! Yes, he did give me more to do.
All in all, I can't tell if the problems both Helly and I have had business-wise have more to do with us being women or us being introverts. Maybe a combination of both? Either way getting emotional is not the way we want to communicate on a professional level. It SUCKS when you are forced to so you can get some freaking attention!
One of the reasons I haven't written so much is I haven't really been inspired. Helly and Nancy's responses to my last post gave me a little grist.
My first thoughts about Helly's talk with her boss was how embarrasing that must have been. I know she likes her boss from reading her blog. My second thoughts concern acting professional in the workplace. She kept asking for time off but he kept putting it off *until* she had a breakdown. It should never have to get that far, that's so unfortunate. I'm trying to imagine what a man would do in that situation: be more assertive when asking for time off? Get angry? Thinking about some of the things I see here men tend to be more confrontational. Maybe her boss kept pushing her because he thought he could without her getting confrontational. Not good. Maybe he just didn't see what was going on, but that's not good either.
Here's my own recent work story sort of in the inverse: when we got our new boss (old boss still there, we've just grown so we're split into smaller groups now) he asked for input about what we thought of our jobs and positions etc. I emailed him what I thought was a professional-sounding letter and I was open and honest. I made one complaint: I haven't been given enough to do ever since I announced my pregnancy and I felt "out of the loop". I explained I understood not being put on long-term projects but I knew from how busy everyone else was I could at least help someone who was bogged down.
So both bosses emailed me back to reassure me that I was a valuable member of the team, etc etc. That made me feel better. But they *keep* reassuring me to the point where I'm wondering what is going on. Are they worried that I will freak out? I know both of them are parents. Maybe their wives went haywire; I don't know. I haven't gone haywire at work; I have cried a few times at my desk but no one saw me, I don't think. Are they worried I might file some sort of discrimination lawsuit? Our company is in flux right now with a new CEO and restructuring etc. But dammit, I do feel better about my job so quit coddling me, y'all! Yes, he did give me more to do.
All in all, I can't tell if the problems both Helly and I have had business-wise have more to do with us being women or us being introverts. Maybe a combination of both? Either way getting emotional is not the way we want to communicate on a professional level. It SUCKS when you are forced to so you can get some freaking attention!
Monday, May 02, 2005
Week 34
Hey, gang! I'm having a pity party and you are all invited!
Oy, I am so uncomfortable! I can't do much of anything and I'm tired all the time and even when I can get comfortable I inevitably wake up with some aches. Whoo. 6 weeks to go; come on June 9th!
I had another non-stress test today. Brenden got a case of the hiccups. Highly amusing!
Feeling vs. Thinking
Since I became pregnant I've had to deal with some pretty strong emotions, most of them quite negative (depression). I'm not used to not being in control of negative thoughts. Take for instance - the weekend before last went pretty good for me: I was cheerful because the weather was gorgeous and Jon and I were getting along great. Then Jon got upset because he thought someone who had rented our Cessna was going to try to weasel out of paying us because of something I said to the renter. Jon had been at the A&P school, so I had tried to keep him out of the proceedings. He claimed he wasn't mad at me, but I knew he was. Normal me would have just been irritated. I would have rolled my eyes then ignored him until he decided to speak to me normally.
Pregnant me got to crying so bad I had to leave the drop zone. Jon caught me before I drove home and he apologized and comforted me, but holy crap, I don't normally act that way and I don't particularly like it! I do understand now why some women can turn the tears on and off at will. I get a hell of a lot more attention if I cry than if I just get angry back.
But still, that is not ME.
Allow nerdy me to discuss feelings: I recall taking one of those stupid net quizzes - which Star Trek character are you? I scored Data, of course. What, you think I'm Spock? Spock had plenty of emotions! He was repressed as hell. He would not deign to try new things simply because it was not 'logical'. Data, on the other hand, would willingly try new things even though he lacked the capacity to understand why people liked or hated those things. He may have lacked emotions, but that didn't mean he wasn't infinitely curious or that he had no regard for the people around him.
So anyway I remember this one episode where Data had a girlfriend, who ultimately dumped him because she couldn't stand the idea that he was incapable of feeling anything for her. Man, I was so pissed!! He tried giving her exactly what she wanted, and would never have done anything deliberately to hurt her. Ever! She just couldn't get over the idea that he didn't have emotions. The scriptwriters, I think, were on my side, because at the end of the episode, as he is sitting in his cabin contemplating her words, his cat Spot jumped up on his lap. Data started petting him, and Spot started purring. Data didn't care about what Spot thought of him, and Spot certainly didn't care what Data thought back! Data loved Spot in his way and Spot loved Data back in his own kitty way. Stupid, stupid woman.
Feelings can be nice, but are highly overrated. Okay, yeah, I got damp around the orbits during "Star Trek: Generations" when a very emotional Data found Spot, alive and well, in the wreckage of the Enterprise. And that scene where he "got" every joke he had ever heard all at once was priceless.
Hey, gang! I'm having a pity party and you are all invited!
Oy, I am so uncomfortable! I can't do much of anything and I'm tired all the time and even when I can get comfortable I inevitably wake up with some aches. Whoo. 6 weeks to go; come on June 9th!
I had another non-stress test today. Brenden got a case of the hiccups. Highly amusing!
Feeling vs. Thinking
Since I became pregnant I've had to deal with some pretty strong emotions, most of them quite negative (depression). I'm not used to not being in control of negative thoughts. Take for instance - the weekend before last went pretty good for me: I was cheerful because the weather was gorgeous and Jon and I were getting along great. Then Jon got upset because he thought someone who had rented our Cessna was going to try to weasel out of paying us because of something I said to the renter. Jon had been at the A&P school, so I had tried to keep him out of the proceedings. He claimed he wasn't mad at me, but I knew he was. Normal me would have just been irritated. I would have rolled my eyes then ignored him until he decided to speak to me normally.
Pregnant me got to crying so bad I had to leave the drop zone. Jon caught me before I drove home and he apologized and comforted me, but holy crap, I don't normally act that way and I don't particularly like it! I do understand now why some women can turn the tears on and off at will. I get a hell of a lot more attention if I cry than if I just get angry back.
But still, that is not ME.
Allow nerdy me to discuss feelings: I recall taking one of those stupid net quizzes - which Star Trek character are you? I scored Data, of course. What, you think I'm Spock? Spock had plenty of emotions! He was repressed as hell. He would not deign to try new things simply because it was not 'logical'. Data, on the other hand, would willingly try new things even though he lacked the capacity to understand why people liked or hated those things. He may have lacked emotions, but that didn't mean he wasn't infinitely curious or that he had no regard for the people around him.
So anyway I remember this one episode where Data had a girlfriend, who ultimately dumped him because she couldn't stand the idea that he was incapable of feeling anything for her. Man, I was so pissed!! He tried giving her exactly what she wanted, and would never have done anything deliberately to hurt her. Ever! She just couldn't get over the idea that he didn't have emotions. The scriptwriters, I think, were on my side, because at the end of the episode, as he is sitting in his cabin contemplating her words, his cat Spot jumped up on his lap. Data started petting him, and Spot started purring. Data didn't care about what Spot thought of him, and Spot certainly didn't care what Data thought back! Data loved Spot in his way and Spot loved Data back in his own kitty way. Stupid, stupid woman.
Feelings can be nice, but are highly overrated. Okay, yeah, I got damp around the orbits during "Star Trek: Generations" when a very emotional Data found Spot, alive and well, in the wreckage of the Enterprise. And that scene where he "got" every joke he had ever heard all at once was priceless.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Sandy and BFK
This is how I spent my Tuesday. I stayed home to sleep out the cold. Jon snapped this photo of Big Fat Kitty and me. My belly is so big he can no longer sleep next to me when we're on the couch.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Week 33
Arg! I've managed to dodge the sick bullet during all the pregnancy but I think I have a cold. Sniff!
I had a non-stress test today and Brenden passed with flying colors. Basically I'm hooked up to a monitor that monitors heartbeat and contractions. I have to press a button every time I feel the kid move. Brenden was actually quieter than he normally is, but he still did good.
I'm so glad I'm getting closer to D-Day. 7 weeks, maybe less. Sorry for all the cat blogging - I can't seem to think of anything clever to say. Pet my kitty, if you know what's good for you.
Arg! I've managed to dodge the sick bullet during all the pregnancy but I think I have a cold. Sniff!
I had a non-stress test today and Brenden passed with flying colors. Basically I'm hooked up to a monitor that monitors heartbeat and contractions. I have to press a button every time I feel the kid move. Brenden was actually quieter than he normally is, but he still did good.
I'm so glad I'm getting closer to D-Day. 7 weeks, maybe less. Sorry for all the cat blogging - I can't seem to think of anything clever to say. Pet my kitty, if you know what's good for you.
Spooky Pooky
Ha Ha! Bla! Bla! Bla!
*I* am the Most Evil Kitty in the UNIVERSE!! Bow down to me, lowly dogs, and bring me SNACKY TREATS! Preferably the crunchy ones with moist centers. Mmmmmmmm! And skritch me behind the ears! NOW!!! Bla! Bla! Bla!
*I* am the Most Evil Kitty in the UNIVERSE!! Bow down to me, lowly dogs, and bring me SNACKY TREATS! Preferably the crunchy ones with moist centers. Mmmmmmmm! And skritch me behind the ears! NOW!!! Bla! Bla! Bla!
Friday, April 22, 2005
Spooky2
This cat gets just more evil and more fat...
Vasquez: Z-z-z-z-z-z-z....
BFK: Sleeep, Vasquez! And give me all your kitty treats! Sleee-uh, hi mom! Mom, wouldn't *YOU* like to sleep now? Sleeep, mom sleeeeeeep! You will bring the broom out so I can chew on it! You will leave glasses of koolaid on the coffee table so I can tip them over! Moooooom! Sleeeeeeeeep!
Vasquez: Z-z-z-z-z-z-z....
BFK: Sleeep, Vasquez! And give me all your kitty treats! Sleee-uh, hi mom! Mom, wouldn't *YOU* like to sleep now? Sleeep, mom sleeeeeeep! You will bring the broom out so I can chew on it! You will leave glasses of koolaid on the coffee table so I can tip them over! Moooooom! Sleeeeeeeeep!
Like Nancy and Krystal, I felt like blogging the daily grind:
5 am: Alarm goes off; think about getting up. Sometimes I do, sometimes I sleep until 6. Husband is snoozing away no matter what. I'll work myself into a sitting position, then clumsily get out of bed. The cats will immediately get off the bed and run into the kitchen. They will have to wait for their food as I hobble off to the bathroom then find some clothes.
6 am: Feed the cats, make/drink some coffee, eat a bagel or a bowl of Cheerios. Sometimes I make myself a bowl of Malt-O-Meal. Mmmmmmmm! When we lived in Puerto Rico, a great aunt would send my mom care packages of stuff you couldn't get there. That included boxes of chocolate Malt-O-Meal for me occasionally. I LIVED for that stuff!
Anyway: dig through the fridge to find something for lunch - it always includes a navel orange. Sometimes if I get up real late I'll just make a lunch run somewhere. No wonder I weigh 185 lbs. I'm out the door by 6:30 - 6:50 for my 35 minute commute to Madison where I work.
7 am - 11 am: First half of my workday. I get most work done now as I'm not sleepy yet. I'll check my mail, review my notes from yesterday to figure out where I'm at. Usually I'm fixing code or adding code for an upgrade. I get up to use the restroom at least 3 times an hour. On the way back I'll grab some decaf. Occasionally I'll stop what I'm doing and try to convince Brenden that he doesn't want to knee me in the spleen so often.
11 am - 1 pm: My lunch is only 45 minutes, and I take it sometime during this period. If I have any errands to run I go now. Usually it's to the bank to deposit something or to Wal-Mart to pick up something.
1 pm - 4 pm: Same as 7 - 11, except at a slower pace because I'm fighting sleepiness. Sometimes I go walk around the building to wake up. Sometimes I go walk around the building because Brenden refuses to let go of my spleen.
4 pm: Now is my 35 minute ride home. I usually listen to NPR both to and from work. Otherwise I'd have to listen to Conservative Talk Radio, and there's only so much of that I can take. NPR might be liberal, but at least they talk about other things besides politics and sometimes I hear commentary from the other side.
5 pm - 7 pm: Somewhere in here I cook and we eat dinner. Lately I have been taking horrendous short cuts. I'm just too pooped out to care whether dinner came out of a box or not. Thank Odin I have a husband who loves Hamburger Helper!
7 pm - 9-10 pm: What's on TV? What's on TiVo? If it's Monday it's 24, if it's Tuesday it's American Idol. After that, we head to our separate computers and play games until bedtime. Bedtime rolls around and I roll into bed. Big Fat Kitty insinuates himself between Jon and I. I try to adjust myself and my body pillow to get comfortable. Maybe Vasquez will climb the box stairway to the top of our bed and sleep near my feet.
10 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
10:15 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
10:30 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
11 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
12 am: Get up to use the bathroom.
2 am: Get up to use the bathroom.
Jon took the Temperment Sorter test. He scored ENFJ, which was close to my prediction of ENFP. Judging by the descriptions I would say he's more J than P but I bet the percentages were close. He is %100 Extroverted, by the way. Amazing that he married someone who is %100 I.
Last time we went to the counselor, she asked me if I was prepared to have an Extroverted child. I can see the advantages to both. If Brenden is extroverted, it will be easier for him to get along in the world. On the other hand, if he is introverted, he will have one parent who understands where he's coming from and not begrudge him his "me time".
One of the big problems of introverts is we do tend to be selfish, but not, I think, in a bad way. Most of us have a live and let live philosophy. We want to be left alone so we normally assume most other people do too. When our assumption is wrong is when we get into trouble. God knows how many people I have upset because I didn't pay any attention to them when they needed me to. On the other hand I don't need to be the center of attention and I don't bear many grudges. I may blink at you funny if you ask for my help, but I will most likely say 'yes'. I will probably have to be sorely in need to ask you for help back.
So I'm an Introverted Thinker married to an Extroverted Feeler. It's a nice complement, but it's also a recipe for disaster if you don't take time to understand what makes the other person tick. In our case, I am referring to both of us. Thank goodness that we both are working on that.
Another thing the counselor said: She said having a child will cause a Thinker to get more in touch with her Feeling side. I'm not completely convinced that's a good thing. *Someday* I'll elaborate on that idea.
5 am: Alarm goes off; think about getting up. Sometimes I do, sometimes I sleep until 6. Husband is snoozing away no matter what. I'll work myself into a sitting position, then clumsily get out of bed. The cats will immediately get off the bed and run into the kitchen. They will have to wait for their food as I hobble off to the bathroom then find some clothes.
6 am: Feed the cats, make/drink some coffee, eat a bagel or a bowl of Cheerios. Sometimes I make myself a bowl of Malt-O-Meal. Mmmmmmmm! When we lived in Puerto Rico, a great aunt would send my mom care packages of stuff you couldn't get there. That included boxes of chocolate Malt-O-Meal for me occasionally. I LIVED for that stuff!
Anyway: dig through the fridge to find something for lunch - it always includes a navel orange. Sometimes if I get up real late I'll just make a lunch run somewhere. No wonder I weigh 185 lbs. I'm out the door by 6:30 - 6:50 for my 35 minute commute to Madison where I work.
7 am - 11 am: First half of my workday. I get most work done now as I'm not sleepy yet. I'll check my mail, review my notes from yesterday to figure out where I'm at. Usually I'm fixing code or adding code for an upgrade. I get up to use the restroom at least 3 times an hour. On the way back I'll grab some decaf. Occasionally I'll stop what I'm doing and try to convince Brenden that he doesn't want to knee me in the spleen so often.
11 am - 1 pm: My lunch is only 45 minutes, and I take it sometime during this period. If I have any errands to run I go now. Usually it's to the bank to deposit something or to Wal-Mart to pick up something.
1 pm - 4 pm: Same as 7 - 11, except at a slower pace because I'm fighting sleepiness. Sometimes I go walk around the building to wake up. Sometimes I go walk around the building because Brenden refuses to let go of my spleen.
4 pm: Now is my 35 minute ride home. I usually listen to NPR both to and from work. Otherwise I'd have to listen to Conservative Talk Radio, and there's only so much of that I can take. NPR might be liberal, but at least they talk about other things besides politics and sometimes I hear commentary from the other side.
5 pm - 7 pm: Somewhere in here I cook and we eat dinner. Lately I have been taking horrendous short cuts. I'm just too pooped out to care whether dinner came out of a box or not. Thank Odin I have a husband who loves Hamburger Helper!
7 pm - 9-10 pm: What's on TV? What's on TiVo? If it's Monday it's 24, if it's Tuesday it's American Idol. After that, we head to our separate computers and play games until bedtime. Bedtime rolls around and I roll into bed. Big Fat Kitty insinuates himself between Jon and I. I try to adjust myself and my body pillow to get comfortable. Maybe Vasquez will climb the box stairway to the top of our bed and sleep near my feet.
10 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
10:15 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
10:30 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
11 pm: Get up to use the bathroom.
12 am: Get up to use the bathroom.
2 am: Get up to use the bathroom.
Jon took the Temperment Sorter test. He scored ENFJ, which was close to my prediction of ENFP. Judging by the descriptions I would say he's more J than P but I bet the percentages were close. He is %100 Extroverted, by the way. Amazing that he married someone who is %100 I.
Last time we went to the counselor, she asked me if I was prepared to have an Extroverted child. I can see the advantages to both. If Brenden is extroverted, it will be easier for him to get along in the world. On the other hand, if he is introverted, he will have one parent who understands where he's coming from and not begrudge him his "me time".
One of the big problems of introverts is we do tend to be selfish, but not, I think, in a bad way. Most of us have a live and let live philosophy. We want to be left alone so we normally assume most other people do too. When our assumption is wrong is when we get into trouble. God knows how many people I have upset because I didn't pay any attention to them when they needed me to. On the other hand I don't need to be the center of attention and I don't bear many grudges. I may blink at you funny if you ask for my help, but I will most likely say 'yes'. I will probably have to be sorely in need to ask you for help back.
So I'm an Introverted Thinker married to an Extroverted Feeler. It's a nice complement, but it's also a recipe for disaster if you don't take time to understand what makes the other person tick. In our case, I am referring to both of us. Thank goodness that we both are working on that.
Another thing the counselor said: She said having a child will cause a Thinker to get more in touch with her Feeling side. I'm not completely convinced that's a good thing. *Someday* I'll elaborate on that idea.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Spooky
Hypno-kitty says:
MOOOOM! You are getting sleepy, Mom! You will bring me all the kitty treats! You will bring me toilet paper to play with! Sleeep! Sleeeeeep! Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
MOOOOM! You are getting sleepy, Mom! You will bring me all the kitty treats! You will bring me toilet paper to play with! Sleeep! Sleeeeeep! Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Week 32
Yeah, I know. Slacker slacker slacker! I have 50 days to go. I am experiencing more tiredness and fatigue, and something as complicated as emptying the dishwasher gives me excruciating back pain. I am waddling more and more like a penguin. Waah waah waah...
My obgyn visits have accelerated to once a week, and this coming Monday the visits will now include what are called "non-stress tests" where I lay down and they monitor the baby's heartbeat for 15-20 minutes. Apparently because I'm an elderly gravida (older person having a kid - who the HELL came up with that term? Probably the same sadistic bastard who came up with the term "incompetent cervix". Just what an anxious woman needs to hear: "well, your cervix is incompetent, besides that, you're an elderly gravida so we have to watch you closely". Sorry for the long parens but dang it someone needs to come up with kinder words). Anyway, because I'm an elderly gravida there's a chance my placenta will poop out too early. Wait, that sounded wrong. I mean it might start deteriorating before the baby is at term. So the docs are going to keep a closer eye on me and baby.
Oh, by the way, I'm an Elderly PRIMA Gravida, thankyouverymuch.
I had my last scheduled visit before the kid is born with my cool Allergist Dr. Krishna. He's happy with my continued progress and so am I. Despite the deep breathing I have to do because Brenden likes to shove his feet into my lungs my allergies and athsma are well in control.
As for Brenden, he is laying head-down now, so maybe I will have a normal labor. I'm still chickenpoop about natural; I've been reading alot about us elderly gravidas experiencing more prolapses and stuff. Plus there's this: Dooce's hilarious and horrifying recount of certain postpartum activities. And her husband is a saint! A saint, I tell you!
I still like to amuse myself by lifting up my shirt and watching my belly move. I probably shouldn't do that in a public area. But people should knock before they enter my cubicle! Sheesh!
My sister visited me the weekend before last. Since Jon was out of town we hung out for the day. It was a nice, low-key visit. She showed me a bunch of pictures of her cats and she managed to even pet Big Fat Kitty a few times. Vasquez of course was all over her. She's looking forward to spoiling the kid. Andrea, not Vasquez; although I'm certain she will try to sleep on the kid's legs given half a chance.
My brother is looking forward to spoiling Brenden too. He finally came over and skydived last weekend. He freaked out when I let him feel the baby move. Men! I'm still going to try to make it to his wedding, which is on the 21st of next Month.
So anyways Jon came home last Thursday having gotten an important task out of the way: he is now a certificated Airframe and Powerplant mechanic. Any time someone thinks about opening a drop zone, other dzos alway tell him or her to be able to do everything. Jon is a videographer, instructor, tandem master, master rigger, commercial pilot, and now A&P mechanic. He has to be all these things because these skills are rare and expensive to hire. By being able to do everything, other people can't as easily hold our business hostage because we desperately need something done. Jon's next tasks are to get his multiengine pilot's license (so he can fly the King Air), and his instrument rating. He has more ratings than an overzealolus girl scout has badges. Which is cool; I'm very proud of him. If he wants to do something he sets out and gets it done.
Yeah, I know. Slacker slacker slacker! I have 50 days to go. I am experiencing more tiredness and fatigue, and something as complicated as emptying the dishwasher gives me excruciating back pain. I am waddling more and more like a penguin. Waah waah waah...
My obgyn visits have accelerated to once a week, and this coming Monday the visits will now include what are called "non-stress tests" where I lay down and they monitor the baby's heartbeat for 15-20 minutes. Apparently because I'm an elderly gravida (older person having a kid - who the HELL came up with that term? Probably the same sadistic bastard who came up with the term "incompetent cervix". Just what an anxious woman needs to hear: "well, your cervix is incompetent, besides that, you're an elderly gravida so we have to watch you closely". Sorry for the long parens but dang it someone needs to come up with kinder words). Anyway, because I'm an elderly gravida there's a chance my placenta will poop out too early. Wait, that sounded wrong. I mean it might start deteriorating before the baby is at term. So the docs are going to keep a closer eye on me and baby.
Oh, by the way, I'm an Elderly PRIMA Gravida, thankyouverymuch.
I had my last scheduled visit before the kid is born with my cool Allergist Dr. Krishna. He's happy with my continued progress and so am I. Despite the deep breathing I have to do because Brenden likes to shove his feet into my lungs my allergies and athsma are well in control.
As for Brenden, he is laying head-down now, so maybe I will have a normal labor. I'm still chickenpoop about natural; I've been reading alot about us elderly gravidas experiencing more prolapses and stuff. Plus there's this: Dooce's hilarious and horrifying recount of certain postpartum activities. And her husband is a saint! A saint, I tell you!
I still like to amuse myself by lifting up my shirt and watching my belly move. I probably shouldn't do that in a public area. But people should knock before they enter my cubicle! Sheesh!
My sister visited me the weekend before last. Since Jon was out of town we hung out for the day. It was a nice, low-key visit. She showed me a bunch of pictures of her cats and she managed to even pet Big Fat Kitty a few times. Vasquez of course was all over her. She's looking forward to spoiling the kid. Andrea, not Vasquez; although I'm certain she will try to sleep on the kid's legs given half a chance.
My brother is looking forward to spoiling Brenden too. He finally came over and skydived last weekend. He freaked out when I let him feel the baby move. Men! I'm still going to try to make it to his wedding, which is on the 21st of next Month.
So anyways Jon came home last Thursday having gotten an important task out of the way: he is now a certificated Airframe and Powerplant mechanic. Any time someone thinks about opening a drop zone, other dzos alway tell him or her to be able to do everything. Jon is a videographer, instructor, tandem master, master rigger, commercial pilot, and now A&P mechanic. He has to be all these things because these skills are rare and expensive to hire. By being able to do everything, other people can't as easily hold our business hostage because we desperately need something done. Jon's next tasks are to get his multiengine pilot's license (so he can fly the King Air), and his instrument rating. He has more ratings than an overzealolus girl scout has badges. Which is cool; I'm very proud of him. If he wants to do something he sets out and gets it done.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Week 31
Hoo boy. Less than 9 weeks to go. Less than 60 days. Yegads! I am feeling pretty good. Nothing new to report in the health department except I'm getting more sleepy and Brenden is getting all wiggly.
I have been reading with rapt fascination a site that Helly linked to on her blog: Etiquette Hell. The Wedding Etiquette stories are absolutely riveting and guffaw-producing (and wince producing).
I was abashed by people bitching about people putting everything in the store in their registries. I always do that so that people have plenty of things to choose from with different price ranges, not so I can have the whole damn store! Each and every gift I have received I deeply appreciate, from the least expensive to the most. I hate to think someone felt obligated to get us anything and are now grumbling behind my back about how greedy I am. Loot is terrific, but you know what? We're not poor and I'm not exactly keeping a list of those who did not offer up tribute. That's ridiculous. Someone got Jon and I a pack of Huggies and a 12 pack of beer, which are great gifts as both products will be desperately needed (though I doubt that the beer will still be around when Brenden is born).
And I would like to recount some of my wedding experiences. All have been pleasant, for the most part. the first wedding I ever went to was my friend Nancy's. I was clueless about weddings then. Looking back it was most definitely the nicest one I've been to. The only thing that upset me was the guy I was dating at the time stood me up. Turns out we had broken up; he never bothered to tell me though.
I've been to my mom's which was very nice and informal. Her husband's family outnumbered us about 10:1 but I think we made up for lack of numbers with enthusiasm.
My then-boyfriend Jon took me with him to Salem, Massachusets in 99 or 2000 I forget which because he was going to be the Best Man at a friend's wedding. I liked both the bride and the groom, but man did I feel out of place. His grandmother was nice enough to let us stay at her house. The wedding was nice, as was the reception. The only thing that SUCKED was that Jon sat with the wedding party, and I sat with all the other WP dates at a table in the back. It was very uncomfortable for me. I think I would have handled it better now, as I'm getting better at talking to strangers (owning a small business and being an instructor has done that much for me). I don't blame them for arranging things the way they did, but I swore I would not separate dates if I got married (which I did not, but then again our wedding was ultra informal).
Like I said, I liked the couple, but they angered me when they couldn't be bothered to attend our wedding. Jon went out of his way, literally, to do all his duties as best man. We weren't rolling in dough or anything but Jon arranged the bachelor party, got thehookers strippers, beer, etc. to make sure Rob had a good time. I was angry because I know it hurt Jon.
Speaking of our wedding. I wanted to elope in Vegas, but Jon got that look in his eyes. So we decided to have a skydiver wedding. We knew a skydiver who was both a Universalist/Unitiarian preacher, and he worked cheap ($50, a free jump, and a 5th of Jack Daniels). The Drop Zone owners were gracious enough to let us use their DZ for the party. I was really thrilled at who and how many showed up. One jerk asked me how many marriages that made for me. He meant to be insulting. He was always an asshole anyway. I never did get my dream of dumping a can of soda on his camera equipment. So Prick, I mean Rick, please come visit our drop zone. Please!
Anyway, we did the brief ceremony on the ground, but did the "I do's" in the air. Our wedding load were good jumpers, but I wanted some friends in there too (at that point I had less than 200 jumps. The people I jumped with were usually at my skill level). I seem to recall I got some on board. As for how you say "I do" in the air, we did it with hand signals.
Even though it was informal as hell, I was stressed out. I was so happy that after the jump we tapped the beer. If I have anything to brag about, it's that we have one of the more entertaining wedding videos (that has not been shown on "World's Funniest Whatever"). Someday I'll post pics.
Hoo boy. Less than 9 weeks to go. Less than 60 days. Yegads! I am feeling pretty good. Nothing new to report in the health department except I'm getting more sleepy and Brenden is getting all wiggly.
I have been reading with rapt fascination a site that Helly linked to on her blog: Etiquette Hell. The Wedding Etiquette stories are absolutely riveting and guffaw-producing (and wince producing).
I was abashed by people bitching about people putting everything in the store in their registries. I always do that so that people have plenty of things to choose from with different price ranges, not so I can have the whole damn store! Each and every gift I have received I deeply appreciate, from the least expensive to the most. I hate to think someone felt obligated to get us anything and are now grumbling behind my back about how greedy I am. Loot is terrific, but you know what? We're not poor and I'm not exactly keeping a list of those who did not offer up tribute. That's ridiculous. Someone got Jon and I a pack of Huggies and a 12 pack of beer, which are great gifts as both products will be desperately needed (though I doubt that the beer will still be around when Brenden is born).
And I would like to recount some of my wedding experiences. All have been pleasant, for the most part. the first wedding I ever went to was my friend Nancy's. I was clueless about weddings then. Looking back it was most definitely the nicest one I've been to. The only thing that upset me was the guy I was dating at the time stood me up. Turns out we had broken up; he never bothered to tell me though.
I've been to my mom's which was very nice and informal. Her husband's family outnumbered us about 10:1 but I think we made up for lack of numbers with enthusiasm.
My then-boyfriend Jon took me with him to Salem, Massachusets in 99 or 2000 I forget which because he was going to be the Best Man at a friend's wedding. I liked both the bride and the groom, but man did I feel out of place. His grandmother was nice enough to let us stay at her house. The wedding was nice, as was the reception. The only thing that SUCKED was that Jon sat with the wedding party, and I sat with all the other WP dates at a table in the back. It was very uncomfortable for me. I think I would have handled it better now, as I'm getting better at talking to strangers (owning a small business and being an instructor has done that much for me). I don't blame them for arranging things the way they did, but I swore I would not separate dates if I got married (which I did not, but then again our wedding was ultra informal).
Like I said, I liked the couple, but they angered me when they couldn't be bothered to attend our wedding. Jon went out of his way, literally, to do all his duties as best man. We weren't rolling in dough or anything but Jon arranged the bachelor party, got the
Speaking of our wedding. I wanted to elope in Vegas, but Jon got that look in his eyes. So we decided to have a skydiver wedding. We knew a skydiver who was both a Universalist/Unitiarian preacher, and he worked cheap ($50, a free jump, and a 5th of Jack Daniels). The Drop Zone owners were gracious enough to let us use their DZ for the party. I was really thrilled at who and how many showed up. One jerk asked me how many marriages that made for me. He meant to be insulting. He was always an asshole anyway. I never did get my dream of dumping a can of soda on his camera equipment. So Prick, I mean Rick, please come visit our drop zone. Please!
Anyway, we did the brief ceremony on the ground, but did the "I do's" in the air. Our wedding load were good jumpers, but I wanted some friends in there too (at that point I had less than 200 jumps. The people I jumped with were usually at my skill level). I seem to recall I got some on board. As for how you say "I do" in the air, we did it with hand signals.
Even though it was informal as hell, I was stressed out. I was so happy that after the jump we tapped the beer. If I have anything to brag about, it's that we have one of the more entertaining wedding videos (that has not been shown on "World's Funniest Whatever"). Someday I'll post pics.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Yet another BFK shot
Dammit! This didn't post the first time around. Big fat kitty at his biggest and fattest. He looks pensive because my sister's in the house and he's just not sure about strangers.
Baby's Room
Time for a little photo blogging. Here is Brendan's crib. Eh heh. Heh heh heh. Heheheheheheh. Heh. Sorry.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Well now I am such a slacker. I'm not updating as much as I'd like to and the last post I posted was so humdrum. I'd blame the kid in my belly but really i'm just being lazy.
I'm still going through theloot gifts we received at the shower. We must have gotten a million disposable diapers, which is about a week's supply from what I understand. With the exception of a few miscellaneous items, I think we're ready to have this kid.
Don't laugh!
I really don't have much to say right now - I'm irritated because the IT dept at work will no longer let us go to blogger's home page. One nasty side effect is I can't post comments to anyone else's blogs! I guess I should be grateful I can read them at all.
Speaking of work, (I don't think I'll be Dooced for this) I have a new boss. Nothing happened to my old one he just is so damn busy he delegated some of his authority to someone else. I think this is a good thing. The new guy is a good guy and he knows the products better of our little 7-person group.
And I have a new link to Helly's blog. I noticed she linked to me recently plus she has one of the funniest blogs out there. The adventures of her door slammin' neighbors is well worth perusing.
I'm still going through the
Don't laugh!
I really don't have much to say right now - I'm irritated because the IT dept at work will no longer let us go to blogger's home page. One nasty side effect is I can't post comments to anyone else's blogs! I guess I should be grateful I can read them at all.
Speaking of work, (I don't think I'll be Dooced for this) I have a new boss. Nothing happened to my old one he just is so damn busy he delegated some of his authority to someone else. I think this is a good thing. The new guy is a good guy and he knows the products better of our little 7-person group.
And I have a new link to Helly's blog. I noticed she linked to me recently plus she has one of the funniest blogs out there. The adventures of her door slammin' neighbors is well worth perusing.
Monday, April 04, 2005
Week 30
Woo-hoo! I'm 3/4ths of the way there. Just 10 more weeks more or less of lugging this kid around in my belly. He's riding high and pushing against my diaphragm which is a lot of fun when you're trying to breathe.
Jon is away getting something else he needs done before the baby gets here. I went to the grocery store this afternoon and stocked up on ready-made crap. I should try to cook myself something yummy, but I have zero energy.
The baby shower was amazing; Brenden will be the most spoiled DZ brat *ever*. And I know some dz brats and that's saying something! Saturday was breezy as I'll get out but Sunday was perfect. It was the type of day that made me miss skydiving horribly. Oh, well.
Woo-hoo! I'm 3/4ths of the way there. Just 10 more weeks more or less of lugging this kid around in my belly. He's riding high and pushing against my diaphragm which is a lot of fun when you're trying to breathe.
Jon is away getting something else he needs done before the baby gets here. I went to the grocery store this afternoon and stocked up on ready-made crap. I should try to cook myself something yummy, but I have zero energy.
The baby shower was amazing; Brenden will be the most spoiled DZ brat *ever*. And I know some dz brats and that's saying something! Saturday was breezy as I'll get out but Sunday was perfect. It was the type of day that made me miss skydiving horribly. Oh, well.
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