Archive for September, 2008
And You Are Again?
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Hi. You might not remember me, I’m Summer. The mom who used to blog here all the time. Check the picture in the sidebar if you’ve forgotten.
No really, I’m so sorry for playing the disappearing act. The nausea is still hitting at full force so while I’m still spending far too much time online, I lack the mental capacity to write anything that resembles coherent thought. My sense of smell has gone through the roof too, which is bad news for the kitchen. I swear I can smell the slaughter house from which the steaks in the freezer came from. Never have I been so glad not to eat said steaks, but Dearest still has this crazy idea that I have to cook them for him.
And because I’m not dealing with enough right now, the landlady has done the impossible and sold our house. We’ve been in this rental for 5 years absolutely certain that this hunk of junk would never sell. At least not at the price she was expecting. Mother Nature thought it was time to knock me on my butt by sending a flood which took out the part of town near the river, which caused a market attack of people who lost their homes looking for something else. Desperation has meant that one family decided paying too much for a house with drafty windows and a cracked foundation was a fair trade off to getting out of the house with black mold growing up the walls.
So in between running to the bathroom to throw up, and not always making it, I’ve also got to call total strangers and beg them to let me live in their house. Like now. Unfortunately the only things that are available right now are 1 bedrooms. Yeah me!
OK, so to recap I’m still pregnant, still throwing up, and nearly homeless. But on the bright side … I’ll get back to you on that.
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I’ve read and reread Mrs. Hannigan’s digestion of going to the Rethinking Education conference. I’m still really bummed that we weren’t able to go again this year thanks to expenses. So I’m waiting with baited breath for her to share all the details so I can pretend to have been there.
As I was reading and whining to myself I noticed that she mentioned the Life Is Good conference in Vancouver WA. And my heart skipped a beat. That’s just right over the line from Portland, and since Dearest is still searching like a mad man for a good job in that area we might have a shot. The cost is cheaper, which is awesome, and if we’re living in the areas we might not need a hotel. So there I was bouncing up and down in my seat. until I saw the dates.
May 21-24.
Um, yeah. That when I’m due. Crap. Maybe if I’m a couple weeks early I’ll be up to trying it, or maybe I’ll go late by a couple weeks. But most likely I’ll be right on the money just because my body likes to spite me. Though, thinking about it, that might not be such a horrible deal. I mean looking at the area and that it’s mostly unschoolers attending I’m pretty sure there will be at least a doula or two in the crowd. Maybe even a midwife. How cool would that be for an unschooling experience?
“Hey! Round up the kids and get to room 214! Summer’s in labor and we don’t want to miss the educational moments!”
Yes, I dislike a circus of doctors and nurses surounding me while in labor but I’m fine with a room full of home schooled kids learning about the process of birth. Feel free to click away now.
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Sept. 11
To keep our heads barely above,
We look for reason and come up empty-handed.
And when our children fight our wars,
While we sit back just keeping score,
We’re teaching murder not understanding now.
We’re setting the fires to light the way,
We’re burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change
The lives our buried sons have laid,
Won’t cancel debts we’ve yet to pay,
In death, we justify anything now,
As long as we blindly obey and do exactly what they say,
We’ll have no one to blame, but ourselves now.
We’re setting the fires to light the way,
We’re burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change.
We run on the fumes of injustice,
We’ll never die with the fuel that you give us,
Keep it coming ’cause I’m prepared to burn,
Keep running, find me at every turn.
Your life around,
(into something true, into something true)
So turn your life around,
(into something true, something true)
We’re setting the fires to light the way,
We’re burning it all to begin again,
With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
We sing for change.
I’m Here, I Promise!
I know I’ve been a terrible blogger lately, and I apologize. It’s hard to blog when running to the toilet every 10 minutes to gag. Remind me again that I like pregnancy.
I thought I had better update a little on the job front for Dearest. He actually did get it, but the news wasn’t as good as we hoped. The pay they were offering was much lower than what we are making now, and with higher costs there is no way that would fly. Also no moving expenses. So a big fat dud.
He’s still looking at a few options. The company he works for now has an awesome moving package, all expenses paid plus the first 6 months of rent paid. Except the only two stores are both in the middle of no where. It’s not that I mind a small town, in many cases I love it. But I would prefer a small town close enough to a larger one that I can go to and do things. Because so far I’ve been checking life insurance quotes and none of them pay for being bored to death.
Why yes, I am whiney and bitchy when I’m pregnant. I like to think it’s one of my endearing traits.
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