Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Most Haunted Live!
Have you been watching Most Haunted Live? Well, if not, you're really missing out. Yvie's annoying personality has russled up some angry ghosts, and unfortunately Stuart and the sound guy got the brunt of their anger. It's about time some blood was shed during their visits to haunted locations. Oh yes, there was blood. Maybe a few stitches too.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Zit's room
Zit's room is now completely painted! The rug just needs to be cleaned and then we're ready to start moving things around and getting stuff situated.
I'm getting bigger and bigger as the days go by. And more tired.
Three more months to go....
I'm getting bigger and bigger as the days go by. And more tired.
Three more months to go....
Friday, October 27, 2006
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Fan saga
Apparently October is not the month to buy a fan. As my husband put via cell phone while at Walmart last night, "It's all about the heaters."
I'm very sad.
I'm very sad.
But he did come home with candy for me. That sorta made it better.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Seems everyone hates my fan
From some time in April/May to about October, I have our fan running at all times in our bedroom when we're home. Even when I'm not in the room. I love my fan, even though it was broken and could only run on medium and fast and not slow after using it for a few days; it was the best fan ever.
I realized that during my pregnancy, I am especially hot at night and have yet to sleep with anything over me, even thin sheets. So it goes without saying that my fan is on all night, unless my husband gets fed up and turns it off after I fall asleep. He hates my fan and would rather my fan never existed. Even when it's super hot, he'd rather just have the window open to let in the fresh air than recycle the hot, hot bedroom air. I prefer the later.
Last night our cats were running around like loons, chasing each other. We both didn't think anything of it cause they usually end up chasing each other like loons at least once a night. A couple hours later, my husband went into the bedroom and asked, "What happened to the fan?"
What!? What DID happen to the fan??? I basically yelled back to him.
"It's face down on the rug," he told me.
"Does it work????!!!" I panicked.
I could hear him hitting it and the bleeps it makes when you change speeds, and then, "Nope. It's dead."
So, not only does my husband hate my fan, my kitties hate my fan as well. They knocked it over during their crazy loon running stint and killed it. After I whined a bit about not having my fan and being a hot pregnant lady, he halfheartedly asked if I wanted him to go to Walmart and buy me a new fan. I said no because I knew he really didn't want to do that. But then, of course, I had to whine about it a few more times, especially when I went to bed and had no fan to keep me cool.
He offered one last time to go to Walmart and buy me a fan, but I mumbled that they weren't open anymore (they were), and said no. He opened our bedroom window for me, but it really didn't do any good. I gave the fan a few whacks and jiggles, just to see if I could knock the life back into it, but nothing worked. He tried again, nothing worked. And even with the window open, I was still hot and sweaty all night.
Ah, but today is another day! And I can't wait til my husband gets home today with my shiny new fan from Walmart. I just can't wait!
I realized that during my pregnancy, I am especially hot at night and have yet to sleep with anything over me, even thin sheets. So it goes without saying that my fan is on all night, unless my husband gets fed up and turns it off after I fall asleep. He hates my fan and would rather my fan never existed. Even when it's super hot, he'd rather just have the window open to let in the fresh air than recycle the hot, hot bedroom air. I prefer the later.
Last night our cats were running around like loons, chasing each other. We both didn't think anything of it cause they usually end up chasing each other like loons at least once a night. A couple hours later, my husband went into the bedroom and asked, "What happened to the fan?"
What!? What DID happen to the fan??? I basically yelled back to him.
"It's face down on the rug," he told me.
"Does it work????!!!" I panicked.
I could hear him hitting it and the bleeps it makes when you change speeds, and then, "Nope. It's dead."
So, not only does my husband hate my fan, my kitties hate my fan as well. They knocked it over during their crazy loon running stint and killed it. After I whined a bit about not having my fan and being a hot pregnant lady, he halfheartedly asked if I wanted him to go to Walmart and buy me a new fan. I said no because I knew he really didn't want to do that. But then, of course, I had to whine about it a few more times, especially when I went to bed and had no fan to keep me cool.
He offered one last time to go to Walmart and buy me a fan, but I mumbled that they weren't open anymore (they were), and said no. He opened our bedroom window for me, but it really didn't do any good. I gave the fan a few whacks and jiggles, just to see if I could knock the life back into it, but nothing worked. He tried again, nothing worked. And even with the window open, I was still hot and sweaty all night.
Ah, but today is another day! And I can't wait til my husband gets home today with my shiny new fan from Walmart. I just can't wait!
Pants
I said a while back, oh, during my I've gained too much weight when I first got pregnant phase, that maternity pants are the best creation on the face of the earth. Perhaps it was just having pants with an elastic waist band that was so appealing at the time because the new best creation on the face of the earth is maternity sweatpants. Not only are they super comfortable, but they are by far the most accommodating pants ever. It's just too bad that now that I've finally bought some, it's freakishly hot instead of cooler. I can wear them, but not while I sleep, which was the whole point of buying them too. Speaking of being hot while sleeping.....
Monday, October 23, 2006
Zit's room
Two walls painted, three more to go. All the CD racks are out. We're getting there.... Now if Zoe would stop waking up at odd hours to meow and attack the blinds. We've got about three months left to get good sleep before Zit comes! : (
What a pregnant lady does on her day off
She watches TLC's A Baby Story, Bringing Home Baby and Surviving Motherhood, and she cries. Damn TLC. Damn it!!!!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Shaving
I told my husband that I'm no longer shaving my legs as this process is becoming more difficult and uncomfortable for me. I had warned him of this months ago -- that at some point my belly was going to be too big for me to shave my legs -- but he seemed rather surprised and unfortunately disgusted by my declaration.
I told him he could shave them for me or pay to get them waxed, if he wanted, but I was done trying to bend over while holding a sharp instrument in my right hand as I attempted to not slice and dice up my leg just so he wouldn't be freaked out because I actually produce hair on my body.
What's he going to do when I'm stuck in a rather unladylike position, legs spread, trying to give birth to our child?
I told him he could shave them for me or pay to get them waxed, if he wanted, but I was done trying to bend over while holding a sharp instrument in my right hand as I attempted to not slice and dice up my leg just so he wouldn't be freaked out because I actually produce hair on my body.
What's he going to do when I'm stuck in a rather unladylike position, legs spread, trying to give birth to our child?
Friday, October 20, 2006
I've got about 13 minutes left
I've been taking BART to work for 7 years now. And during these 7 years, I've managed to avoid every TV reporter at the Fremont BART station...until today.
When we drove up, I saw the TV station van parked in the front of the BART station. I wondered why it was there. My husband said because of the voting stations being brought to the BART stations.
When we started walking to the station front, I asked my husband if he wanted me to interview him since the camera was right there and no one was around. He declined. That's when we saw Kraig Debro milling around, trying to get random people to stop and talk to him.
My husband walked to the ticket machines to put money on some BART tickets he had, and I told him I was sticking to him so Kraig wouldn't bother us. At this point, Kraig and the camera man had made it into the station, so I knew we'd have to do some crafty dodging to avoid them.
We both entered the station, and I headed towards the escalator, got stuck behind some slow guy, while my husband made a sudden beeline for the newspaper stand. Uh oh, I thought. We're separated. I bypassed the guy on the escalator, hoping to dodge Kraig and his cameraman and get on the train.
That's when I heard Kraig and the cameraman asking the man on the escalator, whom I just passed, if he was registered to vote in Alameda County. I rushed up the escalator as fast as my pregnant body would allow me to find....no SF train. It just left. I had no where to go and no husband to protect me. (If we were together, I would have made him do the interview while I laughed at him.)
That's when Kraig started yelling, "M'am! M'am!" as he was getting to the top of the escalator. So I had to stop. I mean, where was I going? I was trapped. There would be no crafty dodging on my part.
He then told me why they were there, and I was waiting for him to ask if I was a registered voter because technically I'm not, and then I could get out of the interview. But he didn't. I think he realized that was everyone's "out" and he wasn't going to let me slip by. (Note: I'm not registered because when we moved to our condo, I got dumped from the voting list while my husband did not. I fully intend to re-register at some point and enjoy my civic responsibilities, but right now, it's more fun to say I'm not allowed to vote when people bring up elections).
At this point, my husband walked on the other side of the platform, laughing at me as he headed toward the front part of the platform, where we usually get on the train.
I felt a bit bad for Kraig, so I said I'd do the interview, but first I told him I was trying to get away from him. He said he knew. Sneaky reporters.
After asking me some questions, we were finished and that was that. I stumbled once when I talked, and I was hoping they wouldn't use the footage cause I wasn't eloquent, but they did.
And my mom taped it. But then, I did call her and tell her I was going to be on TV, so I guess this means I have an ego and love being star.
Oh, and this is the second time I've been interviewed by the news. Oh yes, I'm an old pro at this. I was interviewed at a Veterans Day parade when I was a kid, and when they asked me if I knew what Veterans Day meant, I said "no." Lovely. I'm a really good interview, I tell you. The dumber, the better.
So now I have about 13 minutes left of my 15 minutes of fame, and probably a good 40-50 more years of living to do, so I'll probably slowly use it up. That's if I keep taking BART and being chased down by the likes of Kraig Debro.
Have you seen me on TV lately?
When we drove up, I saw the TV station van parked in the front of the BART station. I wondered why it was there. My husband said because of the voting stations being brought to the BART stations.
When we started walking to the station front, I asked my husband if he wanted me to interview him since the camera was right there and no one was around. He declined. That's when we saw Kraig Debro milling around, trying to get random people to stop and talk to him.
My husband walked to the ticket machines to put money on some BART tickets he had, and I told him I was sticking to him so Kraig wouldn't bother us. At this point, Kraig and the camera man had made it into the station, so I knew we'd have to do some crafty dodging to avoid them.
We both entered the station, and I headed towards the escalator, got stuck behind some slow guy, while my husband made a sudden beeline for the newspaper stand. Uh oh, I thought. We're separated. I bypassed the guy on the escalator, hoping to dodge Kraig and his cameraman and get on the train.
That's when I heard Kraig and the cameraman asking the man on the escalator, whom I just passed, if he was registered to vote in Alameda County. I rushed up the escalator as fast as my pregnant body would allow me to find....no SF train. It just left. I had no where to go and no husband to protect me. (If we were together, I would have made him do the interview while I laughed at him.)
That's when Kraig started yelling, "M'am! M'am!" as he was getting to the top of the escalator. So I had to stop. I mean, where was I going? I was trapped. There would be no crafty dodging on my part.
He then told me why they were there, and I was waiting for him to ask if I was a registered voter because technically I'm not, and then I could get out of the interview. But he didn't. I think he realized that was everyone's "out" and he wasn't going to let me slip by. (Note: I'm not registered because when we moved to our condo, I got dumped from the voting list while my husband did not. I fully intend to re-register at some point and enjoy my civic responsibilities, but right now, it's more fun to say I'm not allowed to vote when people bring up elections).
At this point, my husband walked on the other side of the platform, laughing at me as he headed toward the front part of the platform, where we usually get on the train.
I felt a bit bad for Kraig, so I said I'd do the interview, but first I told him I was trying to get away from him. He said he knew. Sneaky reporters.
After asking me some questions, we were finished and that was that. I stumbled once when I talked, and I was hoping they wouldn't use the footage cause I wasn't eloquent, but they did.
And my mom taped it. But then, I did call her and tell her I was going to be on TV, so I guess this means I have an ego and love being star.
Oh, and this is the second time I've been interviewed by the news. Oh yes, I'm an old pro at this. I was interviewed at a Veterans Day parade when I was a kid, and when they asked me if I knew what Veterans Day meant, I said "no." Lovely. I'm a really good interview, I tell you. The dumber, the better.
So now I have about 13 minutes left of my 15 minutes of fame, and probably a good 40-50 more years of living to do, so I'll probably slowly use it up. That's if I keep taking BART and being chased down by the likes of Kraig Debro.
Have you seen me on TV lately?
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
BART guy
There was a fat guy on BART today that looked like he was pregnant too.
My husband, being ever sensitive to how I feel about my body right now, turned to me and said, "Hey, he's in competition with you! Because of belly size!"
I looked at him. Then I told him he was mean, mean, mean and a big jerk at that.
"What? That's more towards him than you!" he said, trying to make up for insulting my large torso size and belly.
"Whatever," I said.
My husband, being ever sensitive to how I feel about my body right now, turned to me and said, "Hey, he's in competition with you! Because of belly size!"
I looked at him. Then I told him he was mean, mean, mean and a big jerk at that.
"What? That's more towards him than you!" he said, trying to make up for insulting my large torso size and belly.
"Whatever," I said.
How can I pass these up?
Well, I am, but only because 1. I don't know if Zit is a boy, and 2. even if I did, the elastic in the waist band would disintegrate by the time Zit could wear them. But oh my goodness, they are the best skivvies ever!!! 
Radio
We came home to the clock radio on today. Seems the kitties like to play music while we're gone. The first time this happened, it was rather freaky because we weren't sure if someone was in the bedroom, listening to music.
Today, however, my husband said, "they did it again."
I thought he meant they got into the bathroom and destroyed the toilet paper. Then I walked into the bedroom and heard the music. Both kitties were sleeping in their respective spots, not a care in the world.
Tomorrow all our booze will be out, and we'll find out condo filled with condo cats, playing poker.
Today, however, my husband said, "they did it again."
I thought he meant they got into the bathroom and destroyed the toilet paper. Then I walked into the bedroom and heard the music. Both kitties were sleeping in their respective spots, not a care in the world.
Tomorrow all our booze will be out, and we'll find out condo filled with condo cats, playing poker.
Crazy Safeway women
Well, I was due for a crazy person incident, wasn't I? I mean, it's been a long, long time since anything really weird has happened to me.
So there we were at Safeway, waiting in line to buy a roasted chicken for dinner when my husband pointed out an old lady at the customer service counter. He said she was saying some crazy things. I couldn't hear anything, but there were several people laughing at her.
A few minutes later, the old lady walked away from the counter with a piece of paper. She was reading it out loud. Another lady, who I realized was her "helper," took the paper from her and started to read it. The old lady then freaked out and started yelling at the helper lady, telling her that she could read, give it back to her, and that the helper lady wasn't trustworthy.
Everyone, including myself, stopped and watched. The helper lady gave her back the paper, but didn't say anything. The old lady then started going off about how someone was cheating her.
This was when it went bad. Instead of making eye contact, like I usually end up doing even though I don't mean to, I started to laugh. And I wasn't the only one. But for some reason, the old lady pinpointed me and started yelling about how I was laughing at her. I looked at her because I couldn't believe she was picking me out of all the people there, but she was. Luckily we were pretty far away from her at this point.
We were next to be rung up, so I moved on the other side of my husband, and leaned against the railing. The old lady was yelling some more about something, and I turned to look at her, and she caught my stare, and walked up to me.
"Let me tell you something! A word of advice!!!" she yelled at me.
I patiently waited for her to tell me what she had to say, while the helper lady mouthed that she was senile. My husband paused because he wasn't sure what the lady was going to do to me (and hey, I am carrying his child).
The lady pointed towards my husband and said, "Watch out because they will always cheat you!!!!" I realized then that she wasn't really pointing at my husband, but at the Safeway cashier. "They are very very very.......trustless!!!!!"
I told her I understood and she was right. She gave me one last stare, judging whether I was being serious or not, I guess, and then turned back to her cart and the helper lady.
The helper lady tried steering the cart towards the back of the registers, with the old lady yelling at her from behind.
Then the old lady yelled, "Give it back to me, FATTY!" really loud and everyone broke out laughing again. The helper lady was rather large.
The man behind my husband was older as well, and he muttered, "this is what I have to look forward to?"
While it was funny, it was also very sad. And it was the first time since I was attacked by the BART lady that I thought I was going to get it again, but at least my husband was there to knock the old lady down and then probably be taken to jail for knocking the old lady down.
I've given my husband permission to shoot me in the head if I end up like that.
So there we were at Safeway, waiting in line to buy a roasted chicken for dinner when my husband pointed out an old lady at the customer service counter. He said she was saying some crazy things. I couldn't hear anything, but there were several people laughing at her.
A few minutes later, the old lady walked away from the counter with a piece of paper. She was reading it out loud. Another lady, who I realized was her "helper," took the paper from her and started to read it. The old lady then freaked out and started yelling at the helper lady, telling her that she could read, give it back to her, and that the helper lady wasn't trustworthy.
Everyone, including myself, stopped and watched. The helper lady gave her back the paper, but didn't say anything. The old lady then started going off about how someone was cheating her.
This was when it went bad. Instead of making eye contact, like I usually end up doing even though I don't mean to, I started to laugh. And I wasn't the only one. But for some reason, the old lady pinpointed me and started yelling about how I was laughing at her. I looked at her because I couldn't believe she was picking me out of all the people there, but she was. Luckily we were pretty far away from her at this point.
We were next to be rung up, so I moved on the other side of my husband, and leaned against the railing. The old lady was yelling some more about something, and I turned to look at her, and she caught my stare, and walked up to me.
"Let me tell you something! A word of advice!!!" she yelled at me.
I patiently waited for her to tell me what she had to say, while the helper lady mouthed that she was senile. My husband paused because he wasn't sure what the lady was going to do to me (and hey, I am carrying his child).
The lady pointed towards my husband and said, "Watch out because they will always cheat you!!!!" I realized then that she wasn't really pointing at my husband, but at the Safeway cashier. "They are very very very.......trustless!!!!!"
I told her I understood and she was right. She gave me one last stare, judging whether I was being serious or not, I guess, and then turned back to her cart and the helper lady.
The helper lady tried steering the cart towards the back of the registers, with the old lady yelling at her from behind.
Then the old lady yelled, "Give it back to me, FATTY!" really loud and everyone broke out laughing again. The helper lady was rather large.
The man behind my husband was older as well, and he muttered, "this is what I have to look forward to?"
While it was funny, it was also very sad. And it was the first time since I was attacked by the BART lady that I thought I was going to get it again, but at least my husband was there to knock the old lady down and then probably be taken to jail for knocking the old lady down.
I've given my husband permission to shoot me in the head if I end up like that.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Zit
And no, I'm not talking about the little 1 lb Zit that lives inside of me. I'm talking ZITS. I've never had a big problem with Zits until two things happened: 1. I was put on birth control pills where one of the side affects was bad acne (oh, lord was that an understatement), and 2. I got pregnant. I have no shame anymore with my zits; I'm zitty, I can't help it, I do what I can and usually end up with zit scars.
With the facial zits came the chest zits and the back zits and the neck zits and the upper back zits. I used to take my shirt off when my husband gave me back rubs (hey, I'm spoiled -- I know it), but since my back zits have gotten to be much worse, and my belly is getting bigger and bigger, I'm more self-conscious, and I just leave the xlarge t-shirt on when I get my back rubs.
This weekend, I sidled up to my husband, and he began to rub my upper back/shoulders. I just happen to have a rather large zit that will not go away on my left upper back, and he just happen to rub over it, then move his hand back and say, "What is that???!!!"
Now, my husband means well, and I know this, but he's been unknowingly hurting female feelings lately (he asked a girl at work if she had stayed out late the night before because she looked so tired, to which she responded, "No, I just didn't put make-up on this morning."), and this was definitely one of those times.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I said, "it's a zit! Okay!!!???"
He just laughed at me. He has a tendency to fixate on things like this -- either with himself or with me, and his hand kept migrating back to the same spot, and each time I would tell him to stop. He would laugh.
Yes, my gigantic zits are fun and games for others, oh yes. I can't wait to not be pregnant. I'm counting the days -- just so Zit will stop making me zitty.
With the facial zits came the chest zits and the back zits and the neck zits and the upper back zits. I used to take my shirt off when my husband gave me back rubs (hey, I'm spoiled -- I know it), but since my back zits have gotten to be much worse, and my belly is getting bigger and bigger, I'm more self-conscious, and I just leave the xlarge t-shirt on when I get my back rubs.
This weekend, I sidled up to my husband, and he began to rub my upper back/shoulders. I just happen to have a rather large zit that will not go away on my left upper back, and he just happen to rub over it, then move his hand back and say, "What is that???!!!"
Now, my husband means well, and I know this, but he's been unknowingly hurting female feelings lately (he asked a girl at work if she had stayed out late the night before because she looked so tired, to which she responded, "No, I just didn't put make-up on this morning."), and this was definitely one of those times.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I said, "it's a zit! Okay!!!???"
He just laughed at me. He has a tendency to fixate on things like this -- either with himself or with me, and his hand kept migrating back to the same spot, and each time I would tell him to stop. He would laugh.
Yes, my gigantic zits are fun and games for others, oh yes. I can't wait to not be pregnant. I'm counting the days -- just so Zit will stop making me zitty.
While the mice are away....
The cats will definitely play.
First I saw the trail of used q-tips (Sophia's favorites to pull out of the trash and chew on -- yes, I know, very gross), which I quickly picked up to put back in the trash can.
Then I saw the toilet paper -- Zoe's favorite new thing to destroy.
My husband is pretty sure the bathroom door was closed this morning, so either Zoe and Sophia got in cahoots to figure out how to open the door, so one could go for the q-tips while the other went for the toilet paper, or the door wasn't closed all the way. I'm voting for the second option because while I know my cats are very smart and always thinking, I just don't see them getting along long enough to figure out how to turn the door knob. So now we're back to closing both bathroom doors after use. Ah, cats.
First I saw the trail of used q-tips (Sophia's favorites to pull out of the trash and chew on -- yes, I know, very gross), which I quickly picked up to put back in the trash can.
Then I saw the toilet paper -- Zoe's favorite new thing to destroy.
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My husband is pretty sure the bathroom door was closed this morning, so either Zoe and Sophia got in cahoots to figure out how to open the door, so one could go for the q-tips while the other went for the toilet paper, or the door wasn't closed all the way. I'm voting for the second option because while I know my cats are very smart and always thinking, I just don't see them getting along long enough to figure out how to turn the door knob. So now we're back to closing both bathroom doors after use. Ah, cats.
One wall painted...5 more to go
The paint I bought last spring for our bathroom/bedroom has turned out to be the perfect baby room color. One wall is painted and looking really good. Two kitties are now permanently displaced from their room. Sophia is taking the change better than Zoe, who still doesn't get why she can't eat and drink in "her" room. This morning she sat in front of the closed door to Zit's room, looking very sad. I let her in and then took her to where her food and water is now located (for the 100th time). She sniffed and then walked away. Sophia was prancing around like a big show-off as I was trying to get Zoe to come back.
So now it's official. The room is no longer my husband's room nor the cats' room, but Zit's room.
So now it's official. The room is no longer my husband's room nor the cats' room, but Zit's room.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Getting Zit's room ready (with helpers)
This weekend is a pivotal weekend for Zit's room -- My husband has dismantled one of his CD racks, and is now on his way to painting one wall. Of course, he's got two little helpers who are either making him laugh or making him yell the whole way through the process.
Missy laying on the diaper changer pad -- perfect for her voluptuous kitty shape.
Meow -- Zoe says, "what's going on?"
Prepping the wall -- The crib is a fun jungle gym for both kitties.
Missy laying on the diaper changer pad -- perfect for her voluptuous kitty shape.
Meow -- Zoe says, "what's going on?"
Prepping the wall -- The crib is a fun jungle gym for both kitties.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Feet
I'm now experiencing the joys of swollen feet and ankles because of my pregnancy. I can deal with everything else (to some extent), but this whole swollen feet/ankle thing is really making me sad. Once I realize my feet are swollen and look like marshmallows, you can often find me with my legs stretched out, staring sadly at my feet, thinking about what my feet used to be.
Last night I took my socks off so my dear, dear hubby could rub my feet, and I realized my right one was totally swollen and looked freakish. I told my husband to look. He agreed, it was swollen.
Then he said, "And you had such nice feet, too."
Sigh...
Last night I took my socks off so my dear, dear hubby could rub my feet, and I realized my right one was totally swollen and looked freakish. I told my husband to look. He agreed, it was swollen.
Then he said, "And you had such nice feet, too."
Sigh...
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Another day in SF
I always know it's fall in SF when the Blue Angels are flying around downtown all day, practicing for the airshow on the weekend. And an added extra today was the fun protests against Bush that clogged up Market Street.
As we walked to the BART station after work, I was looking up, watching the Blue Angels between buildings, flying around and making a ton of noise, and my husband was watching the protests ahead. Ah, fall time....
And an even better bonus for the day was the showers that came out of no where while we were on my daily walk. It was warm enough to not wear a jacket and blue enough to not bring an umbrella. Needless to say, I got soaked, and my walk didn't last very long.
As we walked to the BART station after work, I was looking up, watching the Blue Angels between buildings, flying around and making a ton of noise, and my husband was watching the protests ahead. Ah, fall time....
And an even better bonus for the day was the showers that came out of no where while we were on my daily walk. It was warm enough to not wear a jacket and blue enough to not bring an umbrella. Needless to say, I got soaked, and my walk didn't last very long.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Zit remains a mystery
I was hoping I'd find out Zit's gender yesterday at my monthly check-up, but my doctor didn't feel like playing the ultrasound game this time around. She said at the next appointment she'll do an ultrasound because the baby will be bigger and it'll be easier to see things. That's if the baby cooperates. I'm getting this feeling that we're never going to know until the day Zit decides to be born, which is both frustrating and okay at the same time. I always thought it would be interesting to not know until the birth, but at this point we both have it in our heads that Zit's a boy, so it would be nice to know for sure.
And that way, when my husband calls Zit by Zit's male name, it'll make more sense for everyone involved.
If we do find out in 4 weeks, Zit will be listening to us by then, so when we talk to it, it'll know its name!
And that way, when my husband calls Zit by Zit's male name, it'll make more sense for everyone involved.
If we do find out in 4 weeks, Zit will be listening to us by then, so when we talk to it, it'll know its name!
Monday, October 02, 2006
If only life could be this good all the time.
I received a very threatening email from Kodak telling me if I didn't buy some pictures from them, then all my pictures saved on their web site would be deleted. So I had to hop to it and buy some pictures of my cute nephews enjoying their birthday cake. This is my favorite picture of T so far (I'm sure I'll have about 50 million "most" favorites as time goes on).
Sunday, October 01, 2006
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