I love Weddings!

Here's a portrait of Kurt's extended maternal family at his cousin Julie's wedding to her new hubster, Chad, last fall. Look at the dress colors; aren't they beautiful? And we just got the good news that they are expecting! We are on the right; Natie, Aron and my nephew James are in front of us, my neice Caroline is on the far right, and Dave & Edna are on the very end. Disturbing: I thought I looked good that day; turns out I just looked bloated and pregnant. And I wasn't even that far along! Arrgh! This pregnancy thing just goes on forever!

Wow, was I that thin?

Please enjoy a photograph from my high school graduation in June of 1991. There's moi, Teresa, Tracy and Peggy ... and a LOT of hair. Just a little over three years until our 20th reunion, and come heck or (t)high water, I'm going.

Like I needed your permission.

As an ardent supporter of breastfeeding, I was suprised to note that the state of Ohio passed legislation September 2005 to protect my child's right to eat. It reads:

§ 3781.55. Right to breast-feed in place of public accommodation

"A mother is entitled to breast-feed her baby in any location of a place of public accommodation wherein the mother otherwise is permitted."

A "Place of public accommodation means any inn, restaurant, eating house, barbershop, public conveyance by air, land, or water, theater, store, other place for the sale of merchandise, or any other place of public accommodation or amusement of which the accommodations, advantages, facilities, or privileges are available to the public."

I might note that Aron and Nate were being fed before this law was passed, so we were non-violent, conscientious objectors! Guess the new baby will have to find another way to stick it to the man.

Welcome back, JFK

OK already, so he's dashing and smart and a global celebrity. Let's try not to judge him on all that superficial stuff, OK? Give the man a chance.

My dream menagerie

If I could have any pets I wanted in the whole world, I would have a hippo, an owl, an African grey parrot, a panda and a gorilla. And I would have this big 'ol farm so the animals could live in rural tranquility. And I would wear hemp clothes and hip-waders. I would have a really smelly house, and no one would ever come visit me because I would be that weird lady with the animals. Well, forget you people! What's a little exotic animal poo among friends? I would visit you, except I can't leave the farm because there's no one to take care of my animals! When did you become so judgmental?

Hoo boy. Third trimester's coming on with a vengeance.

Now that we've all slept on it...

I'm so dern stoked. For lots of reasons, really, but primarily because we have elected a president who can speak in complete sentences.

Quantum of Hotness

For your viewing pleasure, Daniel Craig. Unless, of course, you're a straight guy, in which case you are creeped out right now remembering the torture scene from the last Bond flick.

Thank you, Veterans!

I didn't have to go to work today because (1) court is closed because of Veteran's Day (thanks for the freedom and the day off!) and (2) Natie Hayes is convalescing. So far, convalescing has consisted of getting up at 7 a.m. (he actually slept in about 30 minutes), drinking a Capri Sun, eating oatmeal, watching SpongeBob and Letter Factory, then finally, playing the SpongeBob video game. That's a three-year-old for you. Huge, bloody head gash, no problem.

Eleven Stitches of Christmas

No one ever prepares you, as a parent, to see inside your kid's body. Mr. Pretty fell while playing today and split his scalp to the skull. The gash was quite impressive -- over two inches in length. It took three stitches to sew up the membrane that covers the skull and eight stitches to seal the scalp. He was a trooper. He cried a lot when he first fell (his babysitter told me, which I could hear through the cell phone), but not on the table at the hospital. In fact, he fell asleep while the techs were putting in the last few stitches. Note, in these artful photographs I took with my phone (to keep Kurt updated while he was on his way), the Frankenstein-like wrapping that was holding his dressing on until we got to see the doc. Note also the copious amounts of blood on his shirt; blood was also in his ear, on his hands, under his nails and even in his shoes!



Interestingly, the paramedics that attended to him at the playplace couldn't get him to go for a ride in the ambulance! His first refusal of medical care! He gets that honestly for yours truly. The paramedics said it was acceptable to drive him to the urgent care. When I pulled him out of the babysitter's car at the urgent care, his eyes welled up and he said, "I hurt my head, mommy."

Anyway, no concussion. He was super chatty boy, played while waiting for the numbing gel to take affect on his head and was otherwise the biggest, no-whiningest boy I ever did see. On a final cutie note, when we got home, Aron burst into tears because he was so worried about his baby brother, and he was so glad to see that Nate was OK.

Now I need a stiff drink. And in three months, I'm totally going to have it.

New drapes

Thought I'd spruce the place up with a few subtle changes. Might change again shortly -- can't really make up my mind lately.

Er, who thought this up? and other musings

I am using the internet for researching the disparity between the baby's gestational age and his fundal height, and I come across this site, with this bizarre pregnancy clairvoyant (read: randomly selected answers from a database). So, I typed in all my answers, and here's what it said:

"The day you deliver, outside will be rainy. Your baby will arrive at night. After a labor lasting approximately 4 hours, your child, a boy, will be born. Your baby will weigh about 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and will be 18 inches long. This child will have hazel eyes and dark hair. But there is more. I get the impression that you have some questions -- unresolved concerns you have been too shy to address with your caregiver. This is quite typical. You might appreciate some of the advice to some of these seemingly embarassing pregnancy questions."

Who thought this up? So strange. And, it's got to be wrong, because he probably weighs 7 pounds NOW. He's huge. I can feel him in there, and he's much stronger than the other two were.

Funny, he can hear very well already. When the boys are playing in the room, he wakes up, moves around and kicks a ton. And, he LOVES food with raw garlic. Or hates it, maybe -- when I eat anything with uncooked garlic the kid is on the move for hours.

I still have no idea what we are naming him. I have a short list of names that I don't mind, but I'm waiting to have that special "AAAAAH!" (think choirs of angels) moment when I think, "YES, that's it!" I'll post the list in the near future.

I'm doing an Emmaus Walk next weekend. I am not stoked about sleeping on mattresses on the floor, and hopefully there will be a shower ('cause I am a sweaty whale right now), but I am looking forward to it. My boss has wanted me to do it for years, and all the people I know who have done it have really benefitted. I'll let you know how it goes.

Gone too far: Defiling my hometown

GOP Barbie dropped in on my teenie hometown the other day. Read all about it. Then later that night again in the "city," she and Todd waived and completed the talent portion.

Little ray of light

I just wanted to mention that my mother in law rocks. She came to town and cared for the fam last week, walked children and dogs, baked cookies, cooked dinner, washed laundry and generally was a little fairy of domestic happiness. I love you, E.

Well, a girl has got to look her best!

Would someone please spend $150,000 on my wardrobe? No wonder GOP Barbie looks so damn fine! But, a girl has got to look her best, especially when she has nothing intelligent to say.

FYI. This is just ... pathetic.

A good friend of mine, who is coincidentally a victim of rape, shared this tidbit with me.

Barbie's municipality -- and the police chief who served under her -- were one of a few cities in the state of Alaska that were making victims pay $1,000 to process their own rape kits ... in a state where the rape rate is 2.5 times the national average.

GOP Barbie had no idea this was going on, say her supporters. I find that hard to believe. Her town has 7,000 inhabitants. That is 1/3 the size of Bittytown, where I live, friends, and I can tell you that our budget is less than a few million dollars -- and the administration knows how every cent is spent.

Basic human rights, people, include the right not to be victimized, then victimized again by your government. Just thought you might want to be informed what the potential next president of this country thinks about the rights of women, as evidenced by policy that she allowed to continue under one of her administrations.

Mommy Tip of the Day: Triumph over grossness

My cat, like everyone's cat, likes to sleep in the center of my kitchen table. The other day she decided she couldn't be bothered to get off the table in order to throw up, so she puked on one of the billion fliers Aron brought home from school. Unfortunately it was the color of the setting sun -- blaze orange with a dash of red. The school puts important news on such items because they think we will surely see it if it is so brightly colored. Apparently the educators here are unfamiliar with the "Code Red" phenomenon -- when it's always code red, then it never is.

Anyway, so, she puked on it. To quote my friend Summer, "NARSTY." Last night, after it was bone dry, I discovered it, huffed in frustration as I shot her a "why the crap do I have a cat again?" look and attempted to peel it off the table. HORROR. The color from the paper transferred in its entirety to the surface of the table. The result: a huge, red-orange spot on the center of the maple-colored table. It was as if it had been ironed on. I almost passed out.

I turned to my trusty laptop (read: ancient, but still working, thank goodness), also on the table but luckily not covered with puke, and searched Google for how to remove ink stain from a finished wood. In some random Yahoo answers discussion forum, several recommendations were made. Some were chemicals that I am fairly certain can only be purchased from your local meth dealer. The only thing on the list I had handy was non-gel toothpaste.

I squirted the whole tube on (it was a travel size). I rubbed and rubbed, then wiped and wiped. It was a miracle. With a little elbow grease, it came right up. In fact, that portion of the table is shiner and nicer than the rest of the table! So, stuff this equation in your lexicon, ladies: cat puke + school flier = stained table, but stained table + toothpaste = clean table.

And cats are really gross. Cute, furry and funny, but gross.

Who has the better slogans?

I still like you, too

Incredulous, a friend of mine learned Monday that I call myself a *gasp!* Democrat. After he recovered from the shock, he stated, "I still like you."

Well, I should certainly hope so. I'm the exact same person I always have been. There's nothing new here; it's the same me. If you thought you knew me, but now find out you didn't know everything, there's no need to point fingers. We are both at fault, but there's no harm done.

We are still friends, and we'll both be here in our same lives after this is all said and done.

You'll still be you, and I'll still be me.

And I still like you, too.

Your mama wears combat boots

Yes, his full name is Barack Hussein Obama. And how nice of the aged bullies on the playground to keep bringing it up, as if it proves something. Plenty of us have middle names that are an embarassment -- and the fault for that lies squarely on the shoulders of our parents.

This is America. This country was founded on the idea that you don't have to be your parents -- you can be anyone you want to be. For people to question this man's loyalty to our country, when his story -- his life -- are only made possible because he is an American is ... unpatriotic.

Keep on calling him names, though. I'm sure that will narrow the ever-widening gap in the polls.

Change is coming. Embrace it.

He's the one, alright

He's a terrorist, that's why!!

I guess GOP Barbie's showing at the debate last week has given her new-found confidence to run off at the mouth about more stuff she doesn't have a clue about.

While hanging out this weekend with the Englewood, Colo. GOP rich-folk ($1,000 per plate for breakfast, $2,500 to get your pic taken with Sarah, and $25,000 for early admission to have coffee with Sarah), Sarah said:

"Our opponent ... is someone who sees America, it seems, as being so imperfect, imperfect enough, that he's palling around with terrorists who would target their own country. This is not a man who sees America like you and I see America," she said. "We see America as a force of good in this world. We see an America of exceptionalism."

She's referencing a supposed friendship with William Ayers, of the Vietnam-era Weather Underground. They're pals, she says, and that shows that Obama is an America-hating terrorist.

Obama is 47 years old. He was a child during Vietnam, and was born in 1961. The U.S.A. was a part of the war from 1963 until 1975. William Ayers has a professional and political history a mile long, but essentially he was an anti-Vietnam War era radical who participated in the bombings of New York City Police Headquarters in 1970, the United States Capitol building in 1971, and The Pentagon in 1972, as he noted in his 2001 book, Fugitive Days. Because of a water leak caused by the Pentagon bombing, aerial bombardments during the Vietnam War had to be halted for several days. None of the bombings resulted in deaths, though three of his compatriots died while making a bomb. In fact, the organization endeavored to make sure that bombings took place to damage property only, not to kill.

Unlike many reports to the contrary, Ayers strongly objected to the 2001 terrorist bombings/plane hijackings.

Ayers and Obama were personally acquainted because both served on the board of a anti-poverty charitable organization in the Chicago. They lived close to one another in the Hyde Park area of Chicago and also socialized in the same circles, but neither has described the other more than an acquaintance. Ayers donated $200 to Obama's reelection campaign to the Illinois State Senate in 2001.

Obama has issued statements that denounce Ayers' and his organization's violence in the past.

All of this information and more has been covered, in fact, flogged to death, in just about every single reputable media arena. Pick a national newspaper, and it was covered already. In fact, it was put to rest during the primaries.

But Swiftboat Sarah, our picture-perfect GOP Barbie, wants to keep wailing away on this subject. WHY? Because she's an idiot. Sorry, but she is. Anyone who would tell Katie Couric that she reads "all" of the newspapers but can't even name ONE is an idiot. If she actually did read those papers, she would have known about this issue and she wouldn't bring it up ... because it makes her sound like a GOP Barbie.

And if we really want to play the who-has-the-shadier-friends card, let's not forget John McCain's involvement with Charles Keating. McCain and his trust-funded, child-bride, trophy-wife Cindy were best friends with Keating and his wife. The McCains flew on the Keatings' private jet and enjoyed many vacations with them. Then when Keating's little savings and loan fiasco caught his n*ts in a wringer in 1989, Keating turned to his buddy Senator McCain for an intervention with federal investigators, McCain took the meeting. Yes, McCain is one of the Keating Five. Let's not pass over this -- Keating's insatiable greed led to the loss of nest eggs for 21,000 elderly Americans. The federal government seized Keating's S&L and was liable for $2 billion.

Keating went to prison for five years. McCain was reprimanded for poor judgment and reelected by the people of Arizona.

If anyone is going to call Obama a terrorist because he knows a former radical domestic terrorist who engaged in bombings to halt the infrastructure that was running and propagandizing the righteousness the Vietam War, then they'd better call McCain a thief, embezzler and felon because of his friendship with a man who bankrupted thousands and then had the audacity to blame the federal government for deregulating his industry.

The crappy thing is, there are thousands of Americans who will believe every exaggerated, untruthful, unsubstantiated word uttered against Barak Obama because it allows them to go on believing what they want. You don't have to abandon your core beliefs to recognize the truth. In fact, it's your beliefs that will assist you in seeing the truth!

We do have a lot of freedoms in this country. Unfortunately, one of them is the freedom to be STUPID. And that, apparently, is the "America of exceptionalism," that our cutie-pie Sarah is espousing.

She ROCKED that suit

On the debate:

1. She is GOP Barbie. Sarah rocked that black suit like nobody's business. And those red three-inch heels? I was dying for that whole outfit. She is a big fan of designers like Prada, Armani and Valentino. Curiously, Joe-six pack couldn't afford one of those suits at a last-season basement blow out sale. "Middle class like me!" Own it, sweetie! You're a far cry from the proletariat.

2. Retains like the Hoover Dam. That woman crammed more information into that well-coiffed head in two weeks than I did in the entirety law school. I am impressed by the volume of information she retained. Clearly she didn't know any of it three weeks ago during her diastrous tour on the interview circuit. And, I don't know ... I can memorize 100 or so talking points too, but that doesn't mean I possess the in-depth knowledge to manage those issues on a national or global level. Aw, heck, neither does our current president either, but I guess we're all doing better after eight years of a Bush White House than before, right?

3. Death and Taxes. I look at John McCain and think, this dude might not make it four more years. He is 72. He is a cancer survivor; he's had the lymph nodes removed in one side of his neck to prevent the spread of that skin cancer lesion he had on his temple. If he wins, he'll be the oldest first-term president in history. And, to his genetic credit, his mom is still kickin' at 96. On the other hand, if Barack is elected, at 46, he'll be the fifth youngest president ever. It has also crossed my mind that some second-amendment crazed "collector" might take out Barak. So who do I want as my next president: a seasoned senator with a grasp on our fundamental policies or GOP Barbie? Let's go dress her up in an evening gown and braid her hair!

Just another pretty face. GREAT.

Ok, so we are clear, I stated earlier that I do not share Sarah Palin's political views and do not appreciate that the GOP would dangle her in front of my face as a substitute for (or, in their opinion, an improvement over) Senator Clinton. This was when I assumed I knew what she was all about: cute GOP cheerleader who is capable and adept. I should not have assumed.

What I truly didn't see coming was her utter lack of preparedness, substance and skill to function on the national and international stage. Yep, her interviews are absurd and joke worthy. But they are so embarassing. As a woman, I am embarassed.

Enough of this win popular vote, lose electoral vote crap: I want the 2008 election to be a mandate from the people. But I never wanted this woman to fail based on her merits, because that's a tragedy for all women. "She's still got more experience than Obama," I've heard some say. You must be kidding. Her example: Alaska, with its population of less than one million, is a heartbeat from Russia. That's her international experience. Heck, just read (or, more painful, watch) the interviews. Then you'll "have get back to" me.

I still believe that a woman can run this nation. Just not this woman. I will be interested to see what happens in the debate Thursday.

And check out Dooce's take on it. Traci turned me on to this blog -- it's sooper!

From The Christian Science Monitor's website, a Palin quote about the bailout, VERBATIM: “That’s why I say I, like every American I’m speaking with, we’re ill about this position that we have been put in where it is the taxpayers looking to bail out,” she explained. “But ultimately what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up our economy. Helping the — it’s got to be all about job creation too, shoring up our economy and putting it back on the right track. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions and tax relief for Americans and trade — we’ve got to see trade as opportunity, not as competitive, scary thing, but one in five jobs being created in the trade sector today — we’ve got to look at that as more opportunity.”

I ask you, SERIOUSLY ... wha? It's painful to read/listen to this. I made more coherent arguments when I competed in debate/public speaking in high school.

What? That's crap!

Medical science blames me, testosterone factory to mid-Ohio, for three baby boys.

Kurt only manufactures male sperm and that's all there is to it. There's no way this is my fault. I am the queen of my domain and therefore am infallible.

I'm off the hook, and that's all that matters

This is what I have been talking about all along: in summation, it is not my fault I am a WHALE.

Dislike him if you want, but not for dumb reasons

One of my friends here, a smart guy whom I respect, told me that he won't be voting for Barack Obama because "he scares me." Why? I asked. "For a lot of reasons, but, you know, he won't even pledge allegiance to the American Flag."

Well, if you think that too, please educate yourself. This is the photo upon which the misinformed have been hanging their hats. It's been going on since the primaries. Note the caption says "during the National Anthem."

You can like Obama, or not. You won't offend me if you vote for John McCain. You don't need to make some excuse. I'll never begrudge you your personal opinions, thoughts, or choices. This is America. Just, for crying out loud, don't boil your choice down to some stupid, misinformed or intentionally misleading information that's been spreading across the internet like a disease.

Use your brain. Educate yourself. Then vote.

Green Mama, Green Baby

Soleil Moon Frye's company is called The Little Seed. Kind of a cool website, 'cause it helps remind you of all the big no-nos and conveniently lists them all in one place. I freakin' loved Punky Brewster when I was a kid! But, my mom would never let me wear mis-matched shoes. Parents just don't understand.

Of course, we couldn't wait.

Don't act like you're shocked. I sure ain't.

We found out in the ultrasound room and put the pics and note in a envelope for the boys. We told them it was a surprise. They thought they were getting toys, so when I gave Aron the envelope, he read the letter and looked blankly at me. Then, much like Ralphie in "A Christmas Story" when he got his socks, it was quickly tossed aside.

At least we won't have to buy anything!

Bump Hump Week

20 weeks! Half-way there already! Only problem: the next 20 weeks are the mega-sucky 20 weeks. The back-hurting, ankle-swelling, no-sleeping, out-stressing, uber-nesting, name-picking 20 weeks. And this is usually when I want to slap other pregnant moms for looking pretty, while I inhabit a body that appears to have been floating in the Scioto River for a few weeks. Gawd, I hate those women. How dare you! I'll slap the glow right off your pretty face!

But, tonight we have *the* ultrasound. Probably will wait to open it on my bday. I think I failed to mention that we are having the doc write it down on a card, then place it in a sealed envelope. The boys will open it on my birthday -- a family affair! It had better not say "sorry, can't really tell." If it does, I assure you that you will see the mushroom cloud from wherever you are.

Republican Barbie

I know, twice in one day. But wanted to say something about Sarah Palin, aka "Republican Barbie." Move the heck over Ann Coulter, there's a new conservative female in town for all the old fat white guys to drool over.

I just *LOVE* how the Republicans think that we Hillary supporters will become disoriented now that there is no woman on the Democratic ticket, then follow the first set of boobs that come into sight.

Just like the Righties to assume they know what's best for me, or that how I'll react. Heck, I don't even know how I will react. These days, all shall be forewarned not to taunt me.

Fattening the Cow

As longtime readers will recall I gained 60 lbs with Aron, and 80 lbs with Nate. You will also recall that translated to a 9 lb 8 oz boy the first time and an 11 lb 8 oz boy the second time.

I am NOT letting that happen again this time. Frankly, we reached maximum capacity with Nate.

I will admit to eating three donuts today, though. But let me say that it's the first time this pregnancy I totally chowed down on garbage. I used to eat that kind of fare two-three times a day with the last two.

I have only gained 13 pounds so far. This is the 19th week, and I think that's pretty good. If I only gain 20 more, then I'm definitely in the normal ball park. Heck, if that's all I gain I deserve a medal. A gold medal. And I want one of those underage Chinese gymnasts to give me hers, 'cause they cheated.

Yes, I'm still burned that the Communists got more medals than us. Let me ask you one question -- WHY did we NEVER see one single proud, weeping, overjoyed Chinese parent in the stands? Because the Communists STOLE those children from their happy, one-child homes and threw them into the gold-medal machine! If those poor parents didn't willingly give up their kid to the machine, they were probably sent to the gulag! (Yes, I know that's Soviet communism, not Chinese.)

Wow, these hormones ARE bad. The Olympics have been over for weeks and I'm still pissed.

Sciatic nerve -- pain in the arse!

When I was hatching Aron, he too gave my sciatic nerve fits. I had a lot of back pain with Aron, and leg pain, too. I have leg pain and headaches this time. My right leg functions about as well as a tree branch. I feel like I'm just dragging it around looking for a campfire to toss it into.

Speaking of my first baby, he started first grade on Wednesday. You may recall we decided to hold him back a year. I think that was a good decision; he seems to be well-adjusted socially and academically.

Second baby is quite an interesting character these days. I asked him if he's going to be a big boy when the baby gets here, and he says no, he'll be the baby, too. I told him as long as he keeps going potty like a big boy, I'll call him whatever he likes.

It's about commitment.

Have you seen that book about the couple who committed to have sex every day of the year? The only thing I do on a daily basis is brush my teeth and bitch.

But, I would like to try to start posting daily again. I really do love to write. I submitted a document to the court last week that reportedly (source: judge's assistant) made the judge "almost" cry. Damn. Man up, will ya?

Whew, these hormones are brutal. To others.

Last time, I SWEAR.

By the way, and I do apologize for not posting this earlier...

I am 18 weeks pregnant.

Been too busy to scan pictures of the little guy (or girl!), but all the appendages are in the right place, according to the ultrasounds.

We go again on Sept. 8 to find out if it's a boy or girl. I wish I had the self-control to wait to find out, but, dern it, I'm a brat and I want what I want when I want it.

And, sorry it took me so long to tell you all.

Crazy Good Deals

I have just given these people a bit o' my money, and thought you might like to know that the make-up line E.L.F. (Eyes, Lips, and Face) has been bought out by Nordstrom and will be re-packaged with the Nordstrom name on it. They are getting rid of all the make-up in ELF packaging. They are selling almost everything for $1! Put in the coupon code of ECTAPDY for FREE SHIPPING if you spend $10. The addy is http://www.eyeslipsface.com/shop.asp.

Bunch of old pics

Our cards are full, so we have to download. Here's a sampling of a few pics, all from last summer.

This kid's eyes are BLUE.

"What the heck is this strange thing?

This would have been a pretty cool picture of my mom, me and the Bean, excepting Bean's over the top display. Can't imagine where he gets that from.

EVERY time Kurt is in charge of the digital camera, I download the pics and find pictures like these. Yes, Kurt is 14.

Me, my boss, and the greatest man who ever lived. Or an impersonator of that great man.

Dayum! I almost forgot my login!

Yes, I'm here. It's been so long since I made an entry that I can't even begin to catch you up. But, heck, I'll try. If you need more info, let me know. So, in no particular order:

1. You need to rent and watch Idiocracy. "Check this out. Your honor should be all, 'guilty.'"
2. We gots us a rescue pet: Bilbo Baggins, a Jack Russell terrier. He's too puppified for words. We love him. He makes funny noises, and says "muurf." Nickname: Berrzy. No idea why.
3. Went to VA in March. I have been gone a LONG time, because some of my relatives have such outrageously deep southern accents that I cannot understand them without straining.
4. Stopped in the holy land (a.k.a. Athens, Ohio) on the way back. So there I am, with kids, husband and dog in tow. It was AWESOME. I felt a jillion years old.
5. Aron's playing soccer and baseball. He loves baseball, but I think this is our last time with soccer.
6. Nate and Aron also take gymnastics. Nate calls it "Beenastiks."
7. Nate has been potty trained for several months now. It took less than two weeks from start to finish. Amazing. Now if he would stay in his bed all night.
8. I haven't read a book in like a year. I feel illiterate.
9. I hate laundry.
10. I love my job. Most days.
11. I hate the federal government. I catapulted us into the next tax bracket now the government owns my ass.
12. I just wish the primaries were over. I don't even care anymore.
13. The Speed Racer movie was schweet.
14. I have to go bathe my rugrats now.
15. Peace!

Still here!

Yeah, I'm still here. We've been ill for a couple of weeks. Will post more meaningful stuff later. Peace!