Just back from Memorial Day Weekend...
Here's pics!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
10 Things I Hate About...
Being Pregnant.(in no particular order, cause I can no longer think straight enough to organize things)
- Glow? What Glow?
- Its not like having butterflies in your stomach- its like having a small walrus, swimming back and forth.
- The walrus likes to poke me.
- Every time I turn over at night, the walrus becomes offended, and pokes me.
- If I turn over onto my stomach at night (I do this EVERY night- no I do not learn), I look like an upside-down VW Bug.
- I feel increasingly grumpy and pissed off, but my relatives, friends and co-workers say they have noticed no difference. Bastards.
- I will be 9 months pregnant in August. AUGUST. I do NOT have air conditioning.
- One of my co-workers said I was finally showing- in MY BEHIND. Bastard.
- People all of a sudden feel they have the right to touch my stomach. They DO NOT. Egad.
- People also feel that the only thing I want to talk about is the pregnancy and upcoming baby. Um, no.
- I can no longer count.
- I gave away all my baby crap, 'cause I wasn't going to do this again. Now I have to buy all this damn baby crap. Sigh.
- Baby crap takes up too much damn space.
- Cravings? I don't have cravings, not unusual ones like Pepsi and milk or pickles and ice cream. No, I just want a baked potato. NOW.
- Hunger? What's that? No- I just feel nauseous, and that tells me its time to eat.
- Also, indigestion both right after I have eaten, and when I need to eat. So, pretty much constantly.
- Sleep? What's that?
- Last time my feet gained half a size- to 10.5. I guess I'll be shopping at Wayne's Gigantic Feet Emporium from now on.
- My yoga stretch pants are getting TIGHT.
- Maternity Clothes.
- I cried at a commercial the other day. Kill me.
There will be more added to this list, I'm sure of it. My brain just decided to go completely blank on me though, so that's it for now.
Traffic woes...
piss me off.And the fact that not much is being done about it also pisses me off.
For example, the Metro will not be coming to Frederick. People have been complaining bitterly about traffic issues along i270 for decades now, but its been determined that its not worth the money to allow for public transportation into Washington DC. Instead, they are considering buses. BUSES. So, you can be trapped on a bus for 2 hours tied up in traffic to get into DC. What fun. A Metro rail would be FAR superior. Maybe they will do the light rail, I don't know- that would be better than buses.
I do agree with my friend Alala though, petitioning for cheaper gas is useless, bad for the environment, etc. I personally hope that gas DOES get more expensive, and that the governments are forced to come up with public transportation to remedy the situation. One of my favorite things about Boston was that you could get ANYWHERE on the T, all the while sipping a coffee and reading the newspaper and totally avoiding the stress of traffic. Why DC and the surrounding areas lack acceptable transportation is beyond me. Not that I'm an expert- but there has to be a solution.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
This should become a yearly thing...
Philip Workman may have messed up in life, but he tried to go out in a good way and its not often that someone who did something like this acts in such a selfless way and for such a good cause. I say we should make it a tradition.Wednesday, May 09, 2007
How about...
"Pazuzu"?
or
"Lilith"?
Okay, here goes....
At my first ultrasound, important things to find out included how many of the little parasites were there (because movement is constant and all over the place, let me tell you), due date (because Dr. Chen kept telling me I seemed much further along, meaning bigger, than I should be) and sex (cause I want to know, damnit). And the answers are:
1. Only one (Thank you Thank you)
2. 1 whole month further along than we thought- due date now Sept. 1.
3. A girl.
Sadly, I have no good girl names. None. So for now- Sprog Twitchell Smith. Any ideas? Let me know.
