I had a bizarre dream the other night that I gave birth to twins, but they were born a week apart!! A week of labor? Oh I don't friggin' think so.
However, I'm only expecting one little girl, not two. Just one.
We're going to name her Vera Belle Jean. My daughter, Charlie, and I have already started calling her 'Vivvy'. No, I don't know how I got 'Vivvy' from 'Vera'. Just go with it. ;)
In related news, we're apartment hunting for a bigger place and it is so damned depressing. Everything that's decent and in a decent neighborhood is too friggin' expensive and the places we can afford are in places we do NOT want to live. Blech. So tired.
Wish I had something more positive to write, but I'm tired and I have a cold. No positivity coming from me today!
(Had a really good day yesterday, though. Maybe I'll have another good day tomorrow.)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
Half-way there...
Oof. Pregnancy.
I ache in places I hardly ever even feel, I'm tired ALL the time, I have to pee ALL the time, and I'm starting to get into the really emotional rollar-coaster part of it. And I'm only four months along!! *SOB!!* But ultrasounds show we have a healthy little girl on the way, which is awesome.
I told hubby last night that I feel all 'fat and pregnant' instead of 'cute and pregnant'.
He glances at me and says, "You're being silly."
So I poke him, "You know, a smart man would tell me how gorgeous I am..."
"I tell you that all the time!"(I start tearing up.)
"But I want you to tell me now..."
"I told you earlier today!"
"I don't remember."
"When you gave Charlie her cocoa."
"Well I didn't hear you."
"So whose fault is that?" (At this point he was just teasing, but seriously, wouldn't it have been way easier by now to just tell me I'm pretty?!)
(I'm all sniffly now) "Yours."
I get an annoyed look from hubby, "You're being hormonal."....
So, yeah, I need to get going. You only get about 30 minutes internet time here in the county jail.
Honestly, though, I don't fish for compliments often, but when I do it's cause I'm feeling ucky and gross. :(
Also, I keep having Braxton-Hicks contractions which are STUPID and some weird pain that I didn't have with Charlie.Plus Mom reminded me that she had a lot of problems with me and I was her second, and since this is my second, I may run into some of the same problems. JOY. ;(
Meh. I wanna go to bed.
Gah, sorry guys, I'll try to make my next post less-emo, promise. 8)
I ache in places I hardly ever even feel, I'm tired ALL the time, I have to pee ALL the time, and I'm starting to get into the really emotional rollar-coaster part of it. And I'm only four months along!! *SOB!!* But ultrasounds show we have a healthy little girl on the way, which is awesome.
I told hubby last night that I feel all 'fat and pregnant' instead of 'cute and pregnant'.
He glances at me and says, "You're being silly."
So I poke him, "You know, a smart man would tell me how gorgeous I am..."
"I tell you that all the time!"(I start tearing up.)
"But I want you to tell me now..."
"I told you earlier today!"
"I don't remember."
"When you gave Charlie her cocoa."
"Well I didn't hear you."
"So whose fault is that?" (At this point he was just teasing, but seriously, wouldn't it have been way easier by now to just tell me I'm pretty?!)
(I'm all sniffly now) "Yours."
I get an annoyed look from hubby, "You're being hormonal."....
So, yeah, I need to get going. You only get about 30 minutes internet time here in the county jail.
Honestly, though, I don't fish for compliments often, but when I do it's cause I'm feeling ucky and gross. :(
Also, I keep having Braxton-Hicks contractions which are STUPID and some weird pain that I didn't have with Charlie.Plus Mom reminded me that she had a lot of problems with me and I was her second, and since this is my second, I may run into some of the same problems. JOY. ;(
Meh. I wanna go to bed.
Gah, sorry guys, I'll try to make my next post less-emo, promise. 8)
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Quantum Lovin'
Ok, according to quantum mechanics' multi-world theory, a parallel universe is created every time someone makes a decision.
So, if someone decides to jaywalk, gets hit by a car, falls in love with their nurse, gets married and lives happily ever after there is an alternate universe where that person waited for the 'walk' signal, never got hit, never met that nurse and then got hit by a safe.... or something.
Hell, there's a universe where I decided not to update my blog at work and just sit like a bored lump for 10 minutes until 5 pm came around. I like to call this line of thought 'What-ifism'.
My point is, if an alternate universe is created every single time ANYONE in the world makes ANY choice or action (or inaction), then there are an infinite number of universes with infinite possibilities.
This means that in some universe, somewhere, some version of me is currently unfing Robert Downey Jr.
*demented giggle*
And that's good enough for me.
So, if someone decides to jaywalk, gets hit by a car, falls in love with their nurse, gets married and lives happily ever after there is an alternate universe where that person waited for the 'walk' signal, never got hit, never met that nurse and then got hit by a safe.... or something.
Hell, there's a universe where I decided not to update my blog at work and just sit like a bored lump for 10 minutes until 5 pm came around. I like to call this line of thought 'What-ifism'.
My point is, if an alternate universe is created every single time ANYONE in the world makes ANY choice or action (or inaction), then there are an infinite number of universes with infinite possibilities.
This means that in some universe, somewhere, some version of me is currently unfing Robert Downey Jr.
*demented giggle*
And that's good enough for me.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
2011? Already??
Holy crap! It's a new year and it'll be a pretty damn exciting one, too!
I'll be having a baby in the first part of June, my daughter will be turning 7 in July, we'll be moving into a bigger place in February or March, my Grandy (grandpa) turns 90 in April and I'm going to try my damnedest to get to Texas for the festivities, and all sorts of other things will occur as well, I'm sure.
Ok, so really, what's changed? Same apartment, same job, same crazy-ass dreams. At least this one wasn't bad. Kinda exciting, actually.
I dreamt that I was back in Alaska and this man was teaching my to pan for gold on this black sand shoreline. His buddy said it we shouldn't pan there because the property was owned by the local Inuit people, but the first guy said it was ok, he had checked with them.
Anyway, I discovered this huge stone box about six inches under the surface of the sand and started to dig it out as the tide receded. The box was about 20 feet long and four or five feet wide. I pulled off the first lid, which had a shipping label etched into it, and then pulled off a smaller lid.
Underneath was a huge taxidermied giraffe. It had been in the box for a little while, but had sustained surprisingly little water damage. The most amazing thing, though, was that the giraffe had no spots. It was a tawny color all over. At the bottom, near the animals hooves, was a placard that read "Plains Giraffe".
I got the two men to help me dig the box out and hall it closer to the shore. They then began to pull the animal out in a painfully haphazard fashion, letting the hide tear and not caring if the smaller bones were scattered. I screamed at the to stop and not touch the damn thing again.
The giraffe was laid out on a large wooden slab and I managed to take the slab out of the box and lay it on the beach. (Don't ask me how I did this by myself, it was a dream, ok?)
Under the first slab were more compartments in the box filled with the skeletal and taxidermied remains of dozens of now extinct animals and some I thought might have been completely unknown to science.
There was a small skeleton of a saber-toothed cat, but it was no bigger than a house cat. There where skeletons of what looked like large rodents and a taxidermied gopher-type animal with huge canines.
I became more and more excited as I looked through the box and decided I had to call the fish and game department. Seemed like a logical first step.
The two men wanted to sell the specimens for profit and I was disgusted by this idea. I told them that the specimens had to be sent to a museum like the Smithsonian where they could be verified, studied, and displayed for the pubic.
The two men drew rifles on me, I quickly drew a pair of pistols and shot one man and told the other to lower his weapon. He did.
I called Fish and Game and an officer came out to arrest the pair and then sent out an expert to look at the box. I found out that the container had been on a ship coming to Alaska from Sweden in the 1800's and belonged to a naturalist who was actually a very distant relative of mine. (Now in reality, I think I might be the tiniest bit Swedish somewhere down the line, but not enough to really claim ancestors from the 1800's. Think back further... like viking days.)
Anyway, I was all excited and seemed to wake up, but the dream just shifted. I called my older brother and told him all about the 'dream' and he told me we should go to the place I dreamed about.
We went to that shoreline and not only found the box, but found some amazing fossils of horseshoe crabs that were nearly 15 feet across.
Bizarre, eh?
Hope my new year is as exciting as my dreams... but with less gunplay.
I'll be having a baby in the first part of June, my daughter will be turning 7 in July, we'll be moving into a bigger place in February or March, my Grandy (grandpa) turns 90 in April and I'm going to try my damnedest to get to Texas for the festivities, and all sorts of other things will occur as well, I'm sure.
Ok, so really, what's changed? Same apartment, same job, same crazy-ass dreams. At least this one wasn't bad. Kinda exciting, actually.
I dreamt that I was back in Alaska and this man was teaching my to pan for gold on this black sand shoreline. His buddy said it we shouldn't pan there because the property was owned by the local Inuit people, but the first guy said it was ok, he had checked with them.
Anyway, I discovered this huge stone box about six inches under the surface of the sand and started to dig it out as the tide receded. The box was about 20 feet long and four or five feet wide. I pulled off the first lid, which had a shipping label etched into it, and then pulled off a smaller lid.
Underneath was a huge taxidermied giraffe. It had been in the box for a little while, but had sustained surprisingly little water damage. The most amazing thing, though, was that the giraffe had no spots. It was a tawny color all over. At the bottom, near the animals hooves, was a placard that read "Plains Giraffe".
I got the two men to help me dig the box out and hall it closer to the shore. They then began to pull the animal out in a painfully haphazard fashion, letting the hide tear and not caring if the smaller bones were scattered. I screamed at the to stop and not touch the damn thing again.
The giraffe was laid out on a large wooden slab and I managed to take the slab out of the box and lay it on the beach. (Don't ask me how I did this by myself, it was a dream, ok?)
Under the first slab were more compartments in the box filled with the skeletal and taxidermied remains of dozens of now extinct animals and some I thought might have been completely unknown to science.
There was a small skeleton of a saber-toothed cat, but it was no bigger than a house cat. There where skeletons of what looked like large rodents and a taxidermied gopher-type animal with huge canines.
I became more and more excited as I looked through the box and decided I had to call the fish and game department. Seemed like a logical first step.
The two men wanted to sell the specimens for profit and I was disgusted by this idea. I told them that the specimens had to be sent to a museum like the Smithsonian where they could be verified, studied, and displayed for the pubic.
The two men drew rifles on me, I quickly drew a pair of pistols and shot one man and told the other to lower his weapon. He did.
I called Fish and Game and an officer came out to arrest the pair and then sent out an expert to look at the box. I found out that the container had been on a ship coming to Alaska from Sweden in the 1800's and belonged to a naturalist who was actually a very distant relative of mine. (Now in reality, I think I might be the tiniest bit Swedish somewhere down the line, but not enough to really claim ancestors from the 1800's. Think back further... like viking days.)
Anyway, I was all excited and seemed to wake up, but the dream just shifted. I called my older brother and told him all about the 'dream' and he told me we should go to the place I dreamed about.
We went to that shoreline and not only found the box, but found some amazing fossils of horseshoe crabs that were nearly 15 feet across.
Bizarre, eh?
Hope my new year is as exciting as my dreams... but with less gunplay.
Friday, December 24, 2010
With Appologies to Henry Livingston
Twas the day before Christmas and all through my place,
The presents were everywhere, frantic was my pace.
The stockings had yet to be hung up with care,
(In fact there was nary a decoration anywhere!)
My husband was still nestled snug in our bed
While visions of wrapping paper danced in my head.
The tape was strewn 'round, the scissors were lost
The paper was wrinkled, I was feeling quite cross.
A movie for Charlie was loudly playing,
And in my warm bed I'd rather be laying.
My sinuses sniffled my chest was congested
and by self sticky adhesives I was constantly bested.
I searched for the ribbon and curses I muttered
As I listed off gifts that I'd give to others.
"Something for this bro, something for that one
Something for Dad and something for Mom."
"Lots of little things for my progeny,"
(Who was completely distracted by the blaring TV.)
"Something nice for my sister-in-law
and a small little something for her ma and pa."
When with a sudden and self damning oath
I realized I didn't have a thing for my beau!
I threw on my hoodie, I threw on my shoes
To go out and sing the 'Last Minute Gift' blues.
I wandered and ran to find an open store
Where I could find something for my paramour.
A new Christmas sweater? A heavy pint glass?
Maybe I'd just put a bow on my ---
Ah-hah! There it was! The perfect sweet gift
That would make him smile and made my spirits lift.
I had just enough money, I bought it right there
And ran home to wrap it all up for mon cher.
I got home just in time to get things together
So we could all spend Christmas at my big brother's.
And my young daughter shouted as we drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all! SANTA'S COMING TONIGHT!!"
The presents were everywhere, frantic was my pace.
The stockings had yet to be hung up with care,
(In fact there was nary a decoration anywhere!)
My husband was still nestled snug in our bed
While visions of wrapping paper danced in my head.
The tape was strewn 'round, the scissors were lost
The paper was wrinkled, I was feeling quite cross.
A movie for Charlie was loudly playing,
And in my warm bed I'd rather be laying.
My sinuses sniffled my chest was congested
and by self sticky adhesives I was constantly bested.
I searched for the ribbon and curses I muttered
As I listed off gifts that I'd give to others.
"Something for this bro, something for that one
Something for Dad and something for Mom."
"Lots of little things for my progeny,"
(Who was completely distracted by the blaring TV.)
"Something nice for my sister-in-law
and a small little something for her ma and pa."
When with a sudden and self damning oath
I realized I didn't have a thing for my beau!
I threw on my hoodie, I threw on my shoes
To go out and sing the 'Last Minute Gift' blues.
I wandered and ran to find an open store
Where I could find something for my paramour.
A new Christmas sweater? A heavy pint glass?
Maybe I'd just put a bow on my ---
Ah-hah! There it was! The perfect sweet gift
That would make him smile and made my spirits lift.
I had just enough money, I bought it right there
And ran home to wrap it all up for mon cher.
I got home just in time to get things together
So we could all spend Christmas at my big brother's.
And my young daughter shouted as we drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all! SANTA'S COMING TONIGHT!!"
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Fried chicken in my pants
Christmas can be a stressful time for anyone, especially in this economy. It's difficult to find that perfect gift and sometimes even more difficult to find the money to buy it.
The crowds are absurd, the parking is non-existant, and patience runs extrememly low while depression runs high.
So when I get to the point where I want to fellate a gun barrel, I try to remember what Christmas meant to me when I was young.
Kids are brilliant this way. They see all of the good in Christmas and none of the bad. The crowds are interesting and exciting, parking at the end of a lot isn't a big deal and OMG IS THAT SANTA?!?!? MOM!! MOM!!! I NEED TO TALK TO SANTA!!! I NEEEEEEED TOOOOO!!!!
Yeah, kids know how to celebrate Christmas.
So when I get completely stressed/depressed/unimpressed, I think about Christmases when I was little.
One that always stands out is the Christmas when I was about five years old. The tree was lit up in the livingroom, the stockings were all hung with care, the presents from family and friends were under the tree and I was in my new Christmas jammies that we always got on Christmas Eve.
I laid in my bed, eyes boring holes into the ceiling, jumping at every imagined noise. I knew Santa wouldn't come until I had fallen asleep, but I couldn't help it!! I couldn't sleep at all!! Santa wouldn't come and it would be all my fault!!
I climbed up the stairs and peeked into the livingroom where my parents were waiting so they could 'help Santa set up the presents'.
"Mommy?"
"What are you doing up? Go to sleep!"
"I can't sleep!"
"Santa won't come if you don't go to sleep."
I was starting to tear up at this point, "I kno-oh-oh-oh!!!"
My brother Zeke, who's six years older than I am, came out of his room and told me to come sleep in his bed so Santa would come.
YAY! Santa was going to come and I got to sleep in my brother's room with him! How cool was that?
Zeke and I stayed up for another hour or so, talking about Christmas and Santa when he suddenly shushed my and became very still.
"Do you hear that?"
"What? Hear what??"
"That! On the rooftop! It sounds like reindeer."
"REALLY?!?"
"Yeah! So you better pretend to sleep so Santa will leave us our presents!"
I immediately rolled over and did such a great job of pretending to sleep, I actually fell asleep.
I dreamt of summer and grassy lawns. I dreamt I was at a family friend's house and riding around on one of those electric Hot Wheels cars... the kind EVERYONE wanted as a kid and I always knew someone who had them, but I never got one. It was almost always an only child who had them, too. Huh.
Anyway, I ran up to the back porch in my dream because lunch was ready. Fried chicken! YUM!! Then I dreamt that the family's son put a fried chicken drumstick down the back of my pants and I was running around with fried chicken in my pants. It was lumpy, warm, and very uncomfortable.
I woke up and realized I had crapped the bed.
I started balling, being mainly embarrassed, Zeke was disgusted (of course) and my parents were exhausted.
They cleaned me up and put me in my bed and Zeke got to sleep on the couch in the livingroom.
On the couch.... in the livingroom.... where Santa was going to be!!! How unfair!!
I offered Zeke my bed, and I would take the couch, but no. Zeke got to sleep in the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree mere feet from where Santa would be laying out our presents.
I wasn't so sure that Santa would even show with Zeke sleeping in the living room, but Mom assured me that as long as Zeke was asleep, Santa would come.
I went to my bed and fell into a deep, fried chicken-free slumber and woke a few hours later.
It was Christmas morning!!
I ran upstairs, woke my brother and asked the first thing that came to mind, "DID YOU SEE SANTA?!?!?!"
Merry Christmas, everyone. And always remember what's important during the season: Crapping your pants can make for a good story, but family love makes for a great life.
Love you, bro.
Oh, and Santa is real. My brother saw him.
The crowds are absurd, the parking is non-existant, and patience runs extrememly low while depression runs high.
So when I get to the point where I want to fellate a gun barrel, I try to remember what Christmas meant to me when I was young.
Kids are brilliant this way. They see all of the good in Christmas and none of the bad. The crowds are interesting and exciting, parking at the end of a lot isn't a big deal and OMG IS THAT SANTA?!?!? MOM!! MOM!!! I NEED TO TALK TO SANTA!!! I NEEEEEEED TOOOOO!!!!
Yeah, kids know how to celebrate Christmas.
So when I get completely stressed/depressed/unimpressed, I think about Christmases when I was little.
One that always stands out is the Christmas when I was about five years old. The tree was lit up in the livingroom, the stockings were all hung with care, the presents from family and friends were under the tree and I was in my new Christmas jammies that we always got on Christmas Eve.
I laid in my bed, eyes boring holes into the ceiling, jumping at every imagined noise. I knew Santa wouldn't come until I had fallen asleep, but I couldn't help it!! I couldn't sleep at all!! Santa wouldn't come and it would be all my fault!!
I climbed up the stairs and peeked into the livingroom where my parents were waiting so they could 'help Santa set up the presents'.
"Mommy?"
"What are you doing up? Go to sleep!"
"I can't sleep!"
"Santa won't come if you don't go to sleep."
I was starting to tear up at this point, "I kno-oh-oh-oh!!!"
My brother Zeke, who's six years older than I am, came out of his room and told me to come sleep in his bed so Santa would come.
YAY! Santa was going to come and I got to sleep in my brother's room with him! How cool was that?
Zeke and I stayed up for another hour or so, talking about Christmas and Santa when he suddenly shushed my and became very still.
"Do you hear that?"
"What? Hear what??"
"That! On the rooftop! It sounds like reindeer."
"REALLY?!?"
"Yeah! So you better pretend to sleep so Santa will leave us our presents!"
I immediately rolled over and did such a great job of pretending to sleep, I actually fell asleep.
I dreamt of summer and grassy lawns. I dreamt I was at a family friend's house and riding around on one of those electric Hot Wheels cars... the kind EVERYONE wanted as a kid and I always knew someone who had them, but I never got one. It was almost always an only child who had them, too. Huh.
Anyway, I ran up to the back porch in my dream because lunch was ready. Fried chicken! YUM!! Then I dreamt that the family's son put a fried chicken drumstick down the back of my pants and I was running around with fried chicken in my pants. It was lumpy, warm, and very uncomfortable.
I woke up and realized I had crapped the bed.
I started balling, being mainly embarrassed, Zeke was disgusted (of course) and my parents were exhausted.
They cleaned me up and put me in my bed and Zeke got to sleep on the couch in the livingroom.
On the couch.... in the livingroom.... where Santa was going to be!!! How unfair!!
I offered Zeke my bed, and I would take the couch, but no. Zeke got to sleep in the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree mere feet from where Santa would be laying out our presents.
I wasn't so sure that Santa would even show with Zeke sleeping in the living room, but Mom assured me that as long as Zeke was asleep, Santa would come.
I went to my bed and fell into a deep, fried chicken-free slumber and woke a few hours later.
It was Christmas morning!!
I ran upstairs, woke my brother and asked the first thing that came to mind, "DID YOU SEE SANTA?!?!?!"
Merry Christmas, everyone. And always remember what's important during the season: Crapping your pants can make for a good story, but family love makes for a great life.
Love you, bro.
Oh, and Santa is real. My brother saw him.
Friday, December 17, 2010
I'm a bad blogger :(
My poor malnourished little blog. So neglected. So unloved.
So much has happened since my last post, too!
I'm pregnant with my second child. Hubby, Charlie (my daughter) and I are all very excited. Charlie wants a baby sister, but I'm thinking it'll be a boy. I find out for sure on January 4th.
My folks and little brother are coming down for Christmas which we will all spend at my older brother's place with his wife and her parents. It's bound to be good times, if somewhat crowded. I've gotten Charlie's and Mom's presents taken care of, but at am a total loss as to what to get my hubby, my dad, or my little brother. I know what I want to get my older brother and my sis-in-law, but I'm so friggin' broke. :( Stoopid money. Stoopid money that is everywhere else but in my bank account. Blarg. At least I know what to do for SIL's folks, I just hope I have enough time to do it.
God, I still need to shop for Hubby's family too!! At least we won't see them until a little after Christmas, so would it be cheap and evil of me to wait for the after-Christmas sales to get them their gifts? I hope not, because that's exactly what I intend to do. Yeah... I suck.
So much has happened since my last post, too!
I'm pregnant with my second child. Hubby, Charlie (my daughter) and I are all very excited. Charlie wants a baby sister, but I'm thinking it'll be a boy. I find out for sure on January 4th.
My folks and little brother are coming down for Christmas which we will all spend at my older brother's place with his wife and her parents. It's bound to be good times, if somewhat crowded. I've gotten Charlie's and Mom's presents taken care of, but at am a total loss as to what to get my hubby, my dad, or my little brother. I know what I want to get my older brother and my sis-in-law, but I'm so friggin' broke. :( Stoopid money. Stoopid money that is everywhere else but in my bank account. Blarg. At least I know what to do for SIL's folks, I just hope I have enough time to do it.
God, I still need to shop for Hubby's family too!! At least we won't see them until a little after Christmas, so would it be cheap and evil of me to wait for the after-Christmas sales to get them their gifts? I hope not, because that's exactly what I intend to do. Yeah... I suck.
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