tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37081922011-04-21T20:33:56.552-07:00Stuff and Nonsense of My Own InventionAnnikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240951273069918462noreply@blogger.comBlogger14111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708192.post-1147755853483936872006-05-15T21:58:00.000-07:002006-05-15T22:22:05.666-07:00

I was gone for a few hours. Because...Vicki made me this. I was importing a bajillion posts, which took approximately forever. Please update your bookmarks and blogrolls accordingly. And let me know if you run into any bugs.

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Well, question, as I am too lazy to set up a poll.If two people who are expecting a baby any day now were to receive an Amazon gift certificate with an accompanying note congratulating them on the addition to their family, ought they buy:things for the babyorDeadwood season 2?EDIT: Two things!1. We don't have TV so DVDs are the only television I can watch. 2. I am not remotely worried about the

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I have a deadline today, which I will be lucky to make, so naturally all I want to do is blog.I am listening to Peter and the Wolf. My CD drive is making all sorts of awful noises as it attempts to import a CD (Tori Amos). I wonder why it is so much trouble? I have been copying CDs to iTunes all morning (anything to avoid meeting that deadline).The basket holds diapering things and I intend for

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I think my body has just developed its own weirdo brand of nesting. I sure as hell haven't been cleaning, but yesterday I managed to leave the house and Do Stuff all day without running out of energy or getting grumpy. This would have been a miracle a year ago, nevermind during my pregnancy thusfar.After being awake from 6:00 I got back in bed at 8:00 for snuggles and slept until after ten. I

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Will unpacks the box, reads the instructions, and starts assembling.Suddenly, there is a playpen in our living room.Neither of us anticipated this. (Not the least because what we are assembling isn't a playpen in its primary function, but nevermind.) We don't know how to react. We are getting a real, honest-to-god baby.We finish assembling and wrestle it into the bedroom. I spend most of the

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Will, after we got the Co-Sleeper assembled: "Kulia can come over and make out with you any time."

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We really need to figure out who is getting a phone call when the baby arrivesBut first, more napping. And then when Will gets home we can tackle the list.

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Maybe that list should look more like:lunchnapsecond lunchI'm not in labor yet, but it doesn't look likely that anything but eating and sleeping is going to happen today.

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Buy hose, drop cloth, bulb aspirator, diaper thingyClean bedroom and set up co-sleeperLaundryOrder gliderBuy more Morningstar Farms frozen foodsGet stuff for SariaSew PUL backings onto flannel piecesMail cardsGet over the idea of having announcements readyClean bathroomvacuumHere's the interactive part: Will's mom is sending us a check for the glider we liked. Despite our insistence that we would

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But look at that fat-cheeked grin. I can't wait for this baby. Housecleaning be damned.

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First I buggered up my email so I am not receiving everything.Now I have started (inadvertantly!) deleting comments instead of approving them.Argh.

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Unlike some people, I am not having a baby today. (I know the day isn't over yet, so it's possible, but I kinda doubt it.) I almost expected to, because my mother had me two weeks early, and Will's mother had him two weeks early, and here it is two weeks till my due date. I've been having "practice" contractions, and one woke me up in the night (or, you know, coincided with having to pee, you be

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I am one of those people who believes that my art has integrity and won't compromise it. That is why I make so little art.Generally speaking, my art is the written word. Except for this blog, I have been extremely neglectful of writing lately. In January I started a screenplay that should have been finished within the month, but instead is still on page 6. Even though I know what is going to

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When I was 13 my friend Gabe and I (Gabe is a girl) followed a boy (maybe 15) through Manhattan because we thought he was cute. We spotted him on the bus, though I can't imagine why we were on the bus since she lived half a block from school. Maybe we'd gone somewhere? Maybe we were going to my apartment? Anyway, we got off the bus when he did and followed him to a private school where he picked

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"I'm sorry. I'm nine months pregnant."I was trying to excuse myself for first handing the cashier an expired credit card and then, instead of giving her my other credit card, handing her back the same one.It occurs to me that when she asked if I needed help out to the car, she might have been expressing concern rather than following protocol.

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flax seed oilhoseshower curtain or plastic dropclothdiaper depositorylanoline(Lilypadz)arnicaBurt's Bees butt creamtowelsbaby soapthermometer, nail scissors, bulb thingy, and any other baby med supplies(maybe a pump and some bottles)cards$3.65/gallon gasoline *faint*

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I am starting to think that being kept up all night by the baby would be preferable to this. At least I will have someone to talk to! I've been up since about 4:00 and by the time I am able to fall asleep again I won't be able to as I have a 9:30 appointment.I am still doggedly trying (sloooowly) to make the sewn wrap-style diaper covers. I have gotten as far as cutting out the pieces, and it

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Only Will and I could manage to take an hour to get onto each other's Buddy lists.

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I was getting annoyed, and then it occurred to me that I was part of the problem. And so I blog. (Also, it seems that when I don't update people think I have gone into labor, which is hilarious because it isn't looking like we will have a baby before June, or before my hip gives out, whichever comes first.)This has been a really delicious weekend. On Friday I made Will a delicious redmeat treat

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RIGHT NOW.

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germany lolita fuck films - Yahoo! Search Results

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Mama: 181.5Baby: 6.5Daddy: DATA UNAVAILABLE

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Belly! And of course, Great Cthulhu (who I know isn't actually an octopus):

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Yesterday brought more delights - the UPS redelivery was the co-sleeper. The box had two address labels on it (I don't know why). The labels were right next to each other. One of them had my full address including apartment number. The other just had my street address. The box was held because there was no apartment number. Dear UPS: You are lacking in basic reading comprehension skills.Though I

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He wrote about them.

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Yesterday was Delivery Day. Not the baby kind, but the baby gift kind. (Can you imagine if I'd already had the baby? Me neither.)First came UPS with the homebirth kit (lots of waterproof things) and a box of diapers from my crack dealer Mom. These things are so fabulous. I am trying to convince her to purchase a license to use the pattern and go pro.In the afternoon the post office brought a box

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This ninth month insomnia stuff is really adorable. So cute I'd like to stick a fork in its eye.It wouldn't be so bad if I could get stuff done while I am Not Asleep. However, I can't make noise or do anything that requires leaving the house, thinking, concentrating, or pants. This doesn't leave many activities. Pretty much mindless staring at the computer, and knitting. I am doing both, and

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Today my chiropractor predicted that the baby will be born on the 12th.I thought it would be fun for everybody to get in on that action, so I am opening the floor up for guesses/predictions/anticipation.The due date is May 25.Will and I were both born two weeks early.I estimate that the baby weighs close to six pounds right now. Will was 7lb10oz, I was 8lb.I would like to offer a prize to the

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I have been so uncomfortable the last several nights that I now find myself afraid to go to bed. If I stay up then it is OK that I am not asleep, because I wasn't supposed to be in the first place. You see? I am as logical as a cuckoo.We washed all of the diapers yesterday. More are coming, but things are all set for now. They already take up an entire (large) dresser drawer, and I am expecting a

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me: Oof.Will: Is the baby giving you trouble?me: Well, between that and some mild gas...Will: At least it's mild.me: Not for long, I had falafel and hummus for supper.Will: And you're having Mexican for lunch!me: You know, to the casual observer, it must appear that I just don't like you.

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Last night...well, perhaps my husband's drunken recounting will be more interesting than anything I could write: oslowe: L'absentAlso I got an invitation to my own baby shower. Only it is a "fiesta." Doesn't that sound exciting? I am holding out hope for a pinata. PINATA! (If you are my friend and live in LA, don't delete the evite from Saria, OK?)Skylab just looks like any old object in orbit. I

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Real Life Super Mario | Buzz Patrol(with thanks to BigEvil)

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Eros Guide Erotica Magazine - erotica news, articles, sex events and more from around the world.My review is, I just noticed, featured on the front page for a second issue in a row. This makes sense, as the movie's opening date was between publication dates and actually closer to the second. Wouldn't it be nice if I got paid twice, too? But I do love the exposure (pun intended).Sadly, I am still

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In one more week I will be able to safely (and legally) deliver a baby at home. This is so mind-blowing that I am having difficulty even comprehending that there is a baby in here at all. Maybe I just, um, overate! A lot! For the past eight months! You know.Actually, Will and I were both born two weeks "early" (though at eight pounds for me and seven pounds 10 ounces for him it seems silly to

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A few minutes ago I had to go downstairs to collect a package from the mail carrier. I took the elevator back up, something I rarely do (it's amazing how unappealing stairs are when there is this much pressure on your pubic bone). Already in the car were a small boy (age 4 or 5 I'd guess) and his father.When I got on, the boy said, "You're not my friend," and moved closer to his dad. I was quite

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Boil a pot of water. Add salt and olive oil and pasta of your choice. (Note: choose fusilli.) Cook according to package instructions. Drain. Toss with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Using garlic press, add about half a head of fresh garlic. Then add a few more cloves. Don't worry, no one is going on the prowl tonight. Serve immediately.While this is happening, win bonus points by cutting the top

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on movingThere are some very real reasons that we should move. I doubt I've made them clear because I don't really care to think about it. Everyone's been so kind to me that I really don't want to seem rude, but you just don't (couldn't possibly) understand: this apartment is HELL. People keep saying that I will have a lovely birth here, and I know that isn't true. I may HAVE to give birth here,

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diaper and sewing stuffknitted soakerswash all fabricsewn coverswipesasst. bits of cloth for spit-up or whatevermommy stuff: pads, upper and lowerjust me stuffkegels + perineal massage + leg stretchesbuy nursing bras and appropriate clothing (still need sleep clothes)get another massagebirth stufforder birth kitwatch Labor Of Love birth "class" DVD (On order)baby/postpartum preparationsWash baby

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The universe keeps telling me to slow down. I don't listen. I stick my fingers in my ears and yell "LA LA LA I can't hear you, Universe" because I want to do everything.But...I can't.So the universe, peeved with me for refusing to listen to its gentle whispers in my ear, has its revenge: a head cold. This will make me slow down!But...I don't. I know this could be worse for me in the long

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If you were just here at 10:00 p.m. there is nothing new at 3:30 a.m.Also, those junk emails from Dunkin Donuts make you sooooo hungry and you totally want to open them and see if there are coupons even though there isn't a Dunkin' Donuts in your state.

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I think I'm getting sick. My throat and ears are swollen and sore and I am generally miserable.Last time I was sick it lasted a month. Four weeks of a nasty, lingering cold.I am due in a month.Fuck.

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You are all so adorable, avoiding saying "perineal massage." Which is not the answer. (Though on the subject may I just say "yeeeeooowza." Who knew this would be so much fun?)In other news, we've just been to a screening of The Proposition, which was almost exactly like watching a Nick Cave album (in the good and the bad ways).Today for work I played around on sites devoted to comedy and Lego.

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I will send a five dollar bill to the person who can guess what Will and I did this evening (one specific thing - you don't win if you guess that we ate leftovers for dinner, even though we did). But I'm not giving any hints, except that I really don't think I'm going to reveal the answer publicly.

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Lately I am thinking froggy is a girl. Will has abruptly switched allegiances and thinks it's a boy. When I dream about the baby, it is most often a boy, but when I dream about giving birth, it is always to a girl. So that's really helpful. Not.Y'all just want pictures, don't you?Here is my arm after the midwife jabbed it with a needle (she made it cry):And here is my big bad baby belly:Please

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I have a tendency to get pissed off when people misinterperet my words. I have spent many years getting this writing thing down, and I think that for the most part you have to be willfully dense to misunderstand what I say -- or at least not reading very carefully.That said, sometimes I am really obtuse. For instance, in this post. I think most readers got that what I was saying was that you

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So today I had to get Saria a list of people for the baby shower. It was problematic because I kept wanting to invite people who live thousands of miles away. I am getting a little tired, waiting for that portal to be built connecting LA, Austin, and Seattle. (And could we please throw in New York and Chicago?) Don't get me wrong - we know some great people locally. It's just that none of them

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Excuse me. I must brag for a moment.So we went to that wedding. And I looked pretty cute, right? But it was a wedding, so everyone there looked cute plus there was a gorgeous bride.My husband had lunch yesterday with the bride, who tells him that two other women in attendance were pregnant but not showing, and both (independent of each other) called her to ask who the gorgeous, glowing, happy

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Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.AND DON'T CHEAT!!!1. (OK, I'm off to a bad start here, but this song is in Russian or Romanian or something else I cannot transcribe. Freebie, I guess.) Santa

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I am totally addicted to ebay. I have often pondered whether I would become hooked if I started bidding. Apparently so. I've won several diapering items, and there are a few others I've got my eye on. I've bid on a birthing DVD and a wonderful (secret) item for the nursery. So far I have not bought anything I don't need. I can see "need" getting a new definition in the near future...We found the

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Podgy wrote:I know about a bazillion pregnant women, and it's getting too warm for the coming babies to wear the bazillion baby hats I've knitted. D'oh! Any chance you'd be willing to share the soaker pant pattern?First of all, don't discount hats! I've knitted tons of them out of nice cotton (I love Blue Sky yarns) and those will be useful all summer. Babies tend toward scalp sunburns without

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Most of the writing I do is unpaid. Several people have looked down their noses at me, told me I'm not a "real" writer, not a "professional," even though neither has anything to do with payment. I also am apparently a bad wife for not contributing more financially. Because, you know, that is anyone's business. My husband has supported me emotionally and financially for several years while I

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Let's say I was putting my portfolio online and wanted to have a separate page for all of my reviews. Let's say I wanted that page to pop up (er, if you clicked the link for it, not just randomly) and be a specific size. Is that easily accomplished? I don't know what to search for on any of the web tutorials I use.

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First I knitted a handbag. Which I am going to felt. So while I intend to take its picture as a 'before' record, there is no sense in showing it off now. Then I knitted a cute little soaker pant to go over diapers. Which, frankly, is really absurd-looking by itself, though I suspect it will be adorable on baby. I took a picture and it isn't worth posting.So now I am sad because I did stuff and

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Last week we had dinner with some fellows who were checking their ebay auctions via electronic handheld thingy (Blackberry? Treo? Blackmagic?). The last time I used ebay was in 1999 or 2000 when we bought some Time Life books on the Old West and a collection of Vespa buttons (back then, those were for me). Oh, and a 'rare' video that turned out to be a crappy dub and I never left negative

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Today Will and I found ourselves inadvertantly looking at two entirely separate condos for sale. One was very modern (in a somewhat art deco building) and enormous and lovely. It costs just under a million dollars. So: HAHAHAHAHA! The other was more traditional, teensy and homey and wonderful. It is priced so reasonably we could have made an offer on the spot -- and we have approximately $50 in

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First of all:He is so in love with us.The weight of the baby/my gut/whatever and gravity have finally gotten together. My belly is hanging lower than it was. I don't know if you can tell from a photo...I am sleeepy and full in this picture.So, 34 weeks. Baby is still quite active. Also still butt up, which is apparent when baby does its stretches (by which I mean stretches out arms and legs in

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Jeez-o-pete am I busy today. I'm taking the time to write this as a sanity-saving measure. Then I have a gazillion things to do for work, laundry and dishes to wash, donuts to buy (what?) a shower to take, weekend plans to make...and all before six.I'm also hoping to get some sewing done and design my business cards.And I have a huge pregnancy update in the works. (We're at 34 weeks today! Holy

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So I'm putting together pregnancy content for one of the sites I'm working on, and I run a quick google search on infertility. Scanning the results, I see the following:How do I know if I'm fertile or infertile?And all I can think is, Well, are you pregnant?

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Last night Will tuned his banjo and played a little. I stood close by and he held the banjo up so the sound carried to my belly. The baby shivered with delight. Or possibly terror, but I'd like to think otherwise. Daddy's little dancer.

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Found in numerous journals/blogs, SBC's being first as I recall...Instructions: Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.July 6Events1483 - Richard III is crowned king of England.1917 - World War I: Arabian troops led by Lawrence of Arabia and Auda ibu Tayi capture Aqaba from the Turks during

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I don't blog for comments. I blog for me, and with the hope of entertaining my readers. That said, feedback is extremely valuable to me.This page averages about 300 hits per day, not including my own. I am hardly dooce*, but I am not exactly unpopular. Lately my posts have been receiving one to 10 comments apiece. When I asked for advice, I received 20+. (When I was mugged, I received 50+ and my

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[Pardon the pun]

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Not only can you have your ass kicked from the inside, but you can also be tickled from within. It is so cute I could pass out from the sweetness.

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We had a babymoon (defined both as a last vacation before baby and a vacation with new baby - obviously we took the former) this weekend. Eryl and Mike were married in Santa Barbara and we spent the weekend.It started out rough as Will was delayed at work and we didn't even pack until 3:00, the time I'd set to leave by. We left after 5:00 and I promptly screwed things up by taking surface streets

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I am trying to write a very simple webpage using html. I already know html, and am referring to w3schools wherever necessary. I am trying to add a background color to the page, and a different background color to a cell in the table I am using to divide up the page. My html is correct, I am sure of it. The colors are coming out varying shades of teal no matter what code I use. I am going nuts

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I don't like loaning my things to other people. Either they forget to give them back or I forget who has my stuff or both.I am fairly certain someone borrowed my DVD of Bubba Ho-Tep. I cannot remember who it was. I am hopeful that said person reads this. If you have my movie, please let me know. I miss it.

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Not an actual cheese sandwich, but a bloggy one.Although I still have next to no idea what a receiving blanket is, I now have one. I broke in my sewing machine hemming it. I am pleased to report that the Kenmore is not just pretty, but also functional! Or anyway, it was with K here to show me what to do. Now I'm sure it will refuse to cooperate at every turn.Yes, I put the munchkin on a plane (er

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I believe implicitly that my own need to eat, sit down, pee, sleep, whatever trumps all else.I use the baby as an excuse for the above.What makes you a horrendous bitch, dear readers? (Don't bother telling me that it's OK to do this stuff � I know it is or I really wouldn't. I still think it is pretty funny and a little obnoxious.)

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Also, I take back everything nasty I have said about MySpace.Well, not everything.It did, however, just enable me to track down my beloved hairdresser.I called the Buzz Stop to schedule an appointment to have this mop removed from my head before our vacation, only to find out that Kristal had left the salon. I panicked and made an appointment with someone else who's never cut my hair. As soon as

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The Notorious Bettie Page

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Five minutes after my husband left for work on his Vespa, the weather forcast changed from light rain to chance of flooding. Also it started pouring. I am concerned.My blood type is A- which means that I am Rh negative which means that if the baby is Rh positive there could be problems. Traditional care in this country would have me getting a Rhogam shot at 28 weeks. I did not, opting instead for

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Will is in the chair, playing GTA: San Andreas. KJ is on the couch, reading Fables. And I am within mere feet of both of them. The modem is upstairs.This wireless thing may be all right.

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Le sigh.Thank jebus for blogs. I'd drink myself back to sleep if that were an option, but since it isn't I suppose I should try to start writing my review. Monday a.m. deadline and all.

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My boy (or girl) has a bony behind. This is, I know, to be expected; nonetheless, I can't help remarking upon it as it has been poking out of my belly for a few weeks now and as a result I often find myself rubbing my baby's butt. (Uccellina gave it a feel last night and should be able to confirm.)Yes, folks, 32 weeks pregnant and all I can come up with to discuss is my child's ass. I assure you,

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As part of our work�in�progress house rejuvination, I now have this gorgeous workspace:The little pink bag contains knitting notions.This is my temporary wedding ring:Personally, I believe it looks like an alien head. Garnet antennae!And these are some of the diapers my mother has sewn for us:Will thinks they look like robots, which I guess works well with my ring...

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Dear Universe,Was yesterday April Fool's Day? Did I get confused? I thought it wasn't till Saturday (when I will be getting the biggest April Fool at LAX in the form of my sister), but yesterday had all the tell-tale signs.Three separate offers came in. You can imagine, Universe dear, that three offers in one day is unheard of for a lowly freelancer who hasn't much hope of going far. I worried

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I've been up since about four. I wake up every night to pee, and have varying degrees of success falling back to sleep � but I generally am successful, as long as the sun is not yet peering in the window. Last night (can I say "last" when it is still technically going on?) I woke up sometime between midnight and one, and again at four. It's the second one that gets you. After laying in bed,

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What's the population of the place you think of yourself as being from vs. the place you live now?(You can find population information here)Hometown: New York, New York: 1,487,536Woodstock, New York: 4,827Currently: Los Angeles, California: 3,485,398All are as of 1990, which skews the results slightly as it makes the former accurate and the latter less so.

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Last night I dreamed that we had the baby. It was so cute and sweet and wonderful! I woke up sad because I still have to wait.Then I took a shower and these pictures: They're both blurry, and I know you can't really see anything in the second one but it cracks me up. And when I laugh, you laugh. I forgot to take pictures at 31 weeks, so this is 31 and a half. The dress I'm wearing isn't maternity

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Yesterday we watched Undeclared on DVD until I had a near-nervous breakdown for some reason or other. Something about the college setting really upset me. Let us not speak of it.Today we tackled our ongoing project of packing up everything we own that isn't needed to feed, clothe, or entertain us. Due to my seething hatred of this apartment and our inability to move until we know where Will is

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Because it turns out that without them it is pretty much impossible to knit and read at the same time.Knitting: shrug (I was three inches from finishing it when I frogged it yesterday because I decided I wanted it bigger).Reading: Anne of the Island courtesy of Simon.

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In my quest to have more music on iTunes than my husband does (since it is my computer and all), I have been ripping CDs this morning. Among them, Rancid's ...And Out Come The Wolves, which I purchased in 1996 or maybe even 95. I brought it with me when I went to college in 1997 (if you are weird and tracking my life, I deferred for two years before giving up and attending for considerably less

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We may be able to keep South Dakota. At least parts of it. Cecilia Fire Thunder, the President of the Oglala Sioux Tribe on the Pine Ridge Reservation, noticed what an asshole the Governor is, and promptly announced her intentions to open a Planned Parenthood on reservation land, where the state has no jurisdiction.Thanks to Alex for the (second) link.

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Miss Snark, the literary agent: "And publishing is not filled with people who are up to the moment on much of anything. Publishing is filled with people whose idea of a rollicking good time is to read a book. How very...well...Edwardian."

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From: Your DreamsSubject: Have the things you dream about.To which I say: NO THANK YOU! Good god, can you imagine?

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Just don't ask why I was at that page in the first place...

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Monday just came late this week. Fuck-a-doodle-doo.

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People are starting to get a little pushy (in a nice way!) about buying crap for the frogger. They want a wishlist. I have one, but it is dreadfully incomplete. In fact, it is mostly really awesome sets of wooden blocks that mama and daddy want to play with...So please check out the post I made last month and let me know if you have any suggestions for additions (or specific brands, etc.).

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It can't be Monday.Monday is my day that nothing ever gets accomplished. Monday is the day of sulking and procrastinating and being irritated with the world for taking Will away after a nice weekend of domesticity. Monday sucks.Today I helped Will wash three loads of laundry.Today we got our taxes done. (We'll be getting a decent refund, yay!)Today I packed the rest of my un-pregnant clothing and

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So, I am working. It is totally non-stressful work, almost fun. In fact, at the moment I am compiling a list of links on assorted topics under an umbrella subject that is actually quite interesting to me. So I am basically being paid to look at the internets. HEARTBREAKING, right?And yet.All I want to do is get back to the shrug I am knitting. I am practically in pain because I can't knit right

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I had a burrito.

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I read somewhere that a growing fetus is the most active between 24 and 28 weeks. Froggy, ever the little rebel, is out to disprove that theory � with a vengeance! I have been subjected to non-stop movement for the last week or so. Non-stop! With the exception of small portions of yesterday and this morning, when I assume s/he is gearing up for the next barrage.The cutest is when frogger pushes

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What the HELL is a receiving blanket? I have tried everything I can think of to figure it out. Dictionaries only tell me that it is a lightweight blanket used � get this � to wrap up the baby. But everything I read, especially "must have" lists, mentions these things as though they are indispensable child-rearing tools. HELP! Please tell me why these things are so special and what makes them

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falling down is also a gift: her next game was called "Princess Robot"I'm not sure when I last wrote about little Annika in Chicago, so I don't know if I've mentioned that her insurance company stopped paying for her care last month. Her bills for November and December went through in January and were therefore applied to 2006, meaning she reached her yearly coverage (a million dollars) almost

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My father sent us a print of a picture from our wedding (the one at the top right of this page, in fact, but closer to eight by ten).Will: Aww, look at how pretty and skinny we were!Me: Uh-huh.Will: Look at that pretty girl on my arm!Me: Oh, I was not.Will: Look at how small her breasts were!Me: I am setting you on fire with my brain.

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So, I was part of a sketch comedy/improv troup. I was the new girl. I was also, in this world, not utterly terrified of improvisation. Which is crazy. But I digress. The pseudo-leader was this awesome chick who at times was Heathervescent (makes sense, had dinner with her and some other blogging.la folks last night) and at times Jennifer Dziura (makes sense, I guess, she's a comedienne). There

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(Pictures were taken last Thursday; weight two Fridays ago. Anything may have changed.)

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People!There is no such thing as journaling.Likewise gifting.You write (in) a journal. You give a gift.Nero Wolfe is shuddering in his grave (if indeed he be dead).EDIT: Alex points out my lack of originality. I thought that was deja vu I was feeling...

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(thereby scaring me out of my wits multiple times)...I for one welcome our furry underlords.

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So, I don't go to a normal doctor anymore. This is partly because I am pregnant, not sick, and wish to be treated accordingly. This is also partly because when I did call my OB/Gyn when I had implantation spotting and thought I was miscarrying, the nurse was abusive. So it is safe to say I will never call or go there again. Prior to pregnancy I had yearly girly exams but had not seen a general

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