I am the number one Google hit for “cute little penis.” Here’s why (February 25th entry).
Yesterday, my beautiful girl had her 3rd birthday party, at Ye Olde Chuck E Cheese. I haven’t been to a Chuck E Cheese since my nephews were having their birthday parties there (the youngest is almost 13 now). They’re still just as garish and gaudy as ever, God bless them. All of the kids seemed to have a great time, each in their own ways, until they started getting overtired and fussy.
I couldn’t help crying when they got to the Happy Birthday song. I know she’s only three, but my God! She’s already blossoming into this…. person! How in the hell did this happen? Isn’t she still this baby?
Or maybe this one-year-old?
Or at least this two-year-old?
She almost doesn’t seem like the same person. Every time I turn around, she’s learning something new, or being gentle and loving in some new way. She’s a very “girly” girl, which both puzzles and pleases me. And on the way out of the parking lot, guess what song came on. Somebody’s Hero, by Jamie O’Neal. That song is hell on a pregnant mommy, I gotta tell you.
More birthday pictures in the extended entry.
My house is an utter disaster (except the new room; I’m HARDCORE MILITANT about keeping that room clean).
My dishes are nowhere near caught up.
Ditto the laundry.
Vacuum? What vacuum?
Kids’ chores? Not even mentioned this week.
Scrapbooking? *falls off chair laughing*
“Work” work? More behind than I care to admit publicly.
And guess what. Tomorrow is Kayla’s birthday, and the day after THAT is her party. Meaning: Saturday will be utterly useless for getting anything done, since we’ll be in Spokane all day, and tomorrow I need to make AND decorate her cake.
I can’t afford to pay anybody, but I could reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally use a houseboy right about now. Any takers?
The reconstruction project is FINISHED. We have been sleeping in the new room for two nights now, and everything’s going great. I will be adding touches to it for some time (it needs curtains, and shelves, and a couple more outlet covers) but for all intents and purposes, I’m done.
As promised, pictures!
The hallway side of the new wall, with ceiling-to-almost-floor bookshelves.
The room side of the new wall.
The door to the bathroom, and the new track lighting and ceiling.
Kiddos, enjoying the new room.
When I first started blogging, I did a lot of cross-blog linking. Frankly, I think that sort of thing was my “best stuff.” I devoted a lot of time to reading and researching what other people said, and helping to spread the word on things that were particularly poignant.
As time went on, I had to invest my meager time resources in other directions (like work and family) and I only read 4 or 5 blogs anymore, on a regular basis. So usually, when I get link exchange requests, I just ditch them without responding.
But Wesley of Independent Sources had a different approach. He didn’t just send me some generic “come-on” that he’d sent to 50 other bloggers - he actually had taken the time to read some of my site, figuring out who I am and what matters to me. His email was personable, funny, and (maybe most important of all) grammatically correct and free of spelling mistakes! So I took a look.
And Independent Sources is a great site! Granted, the abundance of Google Ad Words gets a little annoying after awhile, but I’m sure that with enough time reading over there I’d just sort of not notice them anymore. And even if I did, the content is so worth it. They have a wide range of insightful, original thoughts on a variety of different topics. They aren’t over-the-top or “shillish” (to coin a phrase), but they do call it like they see it.
I’m impressed. I’ll be reading.
Ever wonder why women get a little emotional when they get pregnant? Well, basically, it’s because our bodies go through a few hormonal changes which is the biological equivalent of converting yourself from a cardboard shoebox to a NASA space shuttle, and back, all in the space of about 42 weeks.
If men experienced an increase of testosterone by a factor of one thousand, they’d be a wee bit testy, too.
It’s official. I’m an old fogey. I still listen to new music - rap and hiphop, dance, and new country - but more and more the top 40’s music makes absolutely no sense to me. Case in point: Gwen Stefani’s “Ain’t No Hollaback Girl.”
What. The. Fuck…. is a “hollaback girl"?
I finally couldn’t take it any more, so I asked Jeeves Google, and this is what I found.
A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girlGwen is apparently the captain of the cheerleader squad; she is the girl who “hollas” the chants, not one of the girls who simply “hollas” them back. Given that the squad is preparing to beat somebody up on Gwen’s behalf, she’s picked a strange time to remind them that she is their leader and they are her sheep-like followers. Gwen obviously rules her squad with an iron fist.
But there’s more! This song had way more depth than I first realized.
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
Gwen is going to beat up the person who wronged her, after she completes the cheerleading routine that will inspire the football team to score a touchdown. Gwen has interesting priorities.
Who knew?
May God protect and preserve the suffering people of London in their hour of tragedy. And may the cowardly terrorists find no quarter from those nations sacrificing to rout them out and dispose of them.
Heaven help us all.
Things I’m Craving:
* Chicken Korma (so much so that a trip to Spokane may be in order)
* Enormous baked potatoes, stuffed with cheese, sour cream, and butter
* Rice, rice, and more rice
* Pizza
* French bread, with lots of garlic butter
* Lasagna. Mmmmm, lasagna….
* Fried vegetables - cauliflower, squash, okra, zucchini
* Mashed potatoes, with lots of butter
* The buns they make sandwiches from at Schlotzsky’s
Things I’m Not:
* Pickles
* Roasted pork
* Stir fry
* Sugar
* Yogurt
* Green beans
* Pineapple
* Strawberries
* Hot dogs and corn dogs
* Roast beef
Guess who’s a carbs girl? ;)
I know I’ve beaten this horse before, but… what IS it about pregnancy that makes people so stupid!?
Today I told a couple of new friends that I was pregnant, and one actually (I swear to God, I’m not making this up) said, “Oh, God, you make me nauseous!”
Seems she’s been “trying” to get pregnant for two years, and hasn’t gotten there yet. Now, mind, she hasn’t been doing any of the actual checking for signs of ovulation, or charting her schedule, or losing any weight (I’m not going to elaborate; I’m trying hard here to be kind) so her periods will be more regular, but yet I make her nauseous.
I was so stunned by what she said, I couldn’t even reply. My jaw dropped open and my mind went completely blank. I mean… what do you SAY??
“It’s mutual"?