Archive for August, 2008
Random Me
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Can you believe it’s been almost a week since I last wrote here. My brain has been jello and putting together actually sentances has been far too daunting for me to try. I’ve got a billion emails to reply to, I swear i’m not ignoring you. I had planned last night to get some stuff done but the laptop had other plans and kept shutting down every 5 minutes. It’s running now, but the fan is making a growling noise and the battery is dying. I think it’s time to take the poor baby in somewhere for a check up. So let me be quick and give a few random updates to read over.
Random Pregnancy Symptom:
In what I hope will not be a sign of the future, I’ve got my days and nights mixed up. I’m utterly exhausted all day, dragging myself through and trying not to pass out every time I sit down. Then as soon as I have the boys in bed and asleep I’m wide awake, tossing and turning in bed until 2 or 3 in the morning. Which only adds to my exhaustion the next day.
Random Dumb Comment:
I had a not so pleasant encounter with a relative not to be named over sending Evan to school. When I finally said I didn’t want to talk about it anymore she leaned down to Evan, as serious as could be and said
“Well that’s a shame that you won’t be able to get scholarships for college.”
Yeah I know! That whole being 4 things totally gets in the way of our college plans. I mean I try to discourage it but you know how kids can be.
Random Kidism:
Last night the boys stripped their beds, wrapped their sheets around their shoulders and ran through the house pretending to fly for almost a solid hour. It gave me a chance to watch the DNC on CNN uninterupted and just hilarious. I wish my camera was fixed so I could have recorded that.
Random Good Thoughts:
Michael did a couple phone interviews with a company in Portland, Oregon. He’s waiting to set up a face to face and fly out there, but the man he interviewed with hasn’t been able to set one up yet. Send some good thoughts that this goes through. I’m actually excited to look at moving services and deal with packing.
Random Heartache:
My uncle Jerry, the man who was the biggest part of my childhood, is having heart failure. His lungs are filling with water and his heart isn’t pumping as it should. The lower oxygen levels plus his already advancing Alzheimers means that he’s frequently delusional. I went to visit him Sunday evening and couldn’t believe he was the same man I knew. He was the biggest liberal, hippie, anti-establishment, draft dodger I ever knew. To hear him talk now he’s a Republican/conservative defender. Lots of things were said that I would have never imagined coming out of his mouth.
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Do Not Mess With My Food
I was feeling hungry and wanted something to munch so I tossed a few broccoli heads in to steam and grabbed the butter tub from the fridge. Opening the tub I found that there was nearly nothing left just a little on the sides for me to scrape off. As I’m scraping Dearest walks into the kitchen.
Me: We’re out of butter.
Him: (with a totally straight face) No we’re not.
He then grabbed a drink, turned and walked back out with cracking a smile. So I go back to the fridge, squat down, and dig behind every bowl, box, bag, and bottle in there. I cannot find another tub of butter anywhere. In frustration I stand up and slam the door shut, just as Dearest walks back in.
Me: I can’t find any more butter in there anywhere! Where is the butter?
Ever so calmly and without smiling he walks over, picks up the butter dish off the counter, points inside and says “I still see some.”
When I grabbed the towel off the counter that man jumped and ran like he saw the firing squad. He’s lucky my food was done or I would have gone after him too.
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You would think that with this being my third I’d be less obnoxious about it, but no. I’m still just as bad as I was when I had my first. So take this as a warning, I’ll likely drive you all mad with baby talk.
I’m so bad, in fact, that I’ve already starting sewing up some newborn diapers and searching for cute baby clothes. Yes, I’m the crazy lady clutching onto and squealing over every cute baby *anything* I find. Please forgive me, it’s the hormones you see. Currently my mission is to hunt through Etsy looking for funny t shirts for babies. I’m just not a onsie type of gal, especially with cloth diapers. It means I either have to snap the onsie over the diaper but under the wool cover which gets the onsie soaked or snap it over the cover which looks kind of dorky.
VDog mentioned kimono styled shirts, so I’m checking them out. Along with considering just buying some cute onsies and doing a quick cut and hem on them. You would think I would have all of this being #3 and all, but no. We sort of assumed it was over after Trey so all the baby stuff has been donated, given away, and sold. This could be bad, it means I’ve got to get new baby stuff. And, well, let’s just say I have issues buying cute, little, tiny, precious baby stuff. Excuse me while I squeal again.
*SQUEAL*
I’ve even gone so far as to play around with Wishpot and set up a “Stuff I want” list. Sad, I know. But there’s so much cuteness out there!
(Image source - dragonaria)
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