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09:54 pm: This last weekend
I know. You all thought I was dead for sure. Well, I'm not, just painfully busy. Middlefaire was fun (even with the hot and humid and burnt skin and all that jazz) and I'm really looking forward to next weekend. We will be doing it all over again, and this time some of you really need to try and make it out. It's in Hillsboro, which isn't too much further than Scarby. http://www.middlefaire.net/ here is the info for the faire. You all know you want to.

The infant be a one year old on Thursday. The husband will be a thirty year old on Thursday.

I think that's all I've got for now. For all of my random thoughts go to my Twitter http://twitter.com/angelicghaval
I can't promise they'll make sense, but they are there.

03:15 pm: HELP!
I want to take a yoga class. The issue is that I have the baby and really can't justify (depending where it is) taking him all the way to his Nana's home and then going all the way to class. I also don't want to force babysitting onto her if I'm going twice a week or something like that. Does anyone know where there is a yoga class that they may have a hourly day care attached or hold baby and me classes? I really need help here. Thanks!

08:47 pm: A Public Service Anouncement
If you see a baby in public and you do not know the parent or gardian, please, please do not touch the baby. If you can't resist at least ask permission to do so first. I am so sick of people reaching up and grabbing my baby by the hand or brushing his face. I don't know you, I don't know where that hand has been, and I would appreciate it if you GET THE HELL OUT OF MY PERSONAL SPACE!
Now of course if we are friends then you are welcome to say hi to my baby, but please have respect for strangers and their infants.

Went to Scarby Sunday with baby. Everyone is so in love with him and his little outfit.
Going again this Sat without baby. It will be nice to not have to lug around the baby.
Got an interesting burn. Apparently I missed half my nose and a bit of my cheek with the sunscreen. And also didn't get my chest very well. I was wearing a sling all day for the baby so one side of my chest didn't get burned at all. So only half my face and half my chest got red (the same half, I looked very uneven).

Seemed like there was something else to talk about, but I can't think right now.

11:13 am: Made it through the storm
Holy hell that was and impressive storm.
we watched the tv until we started to hear the sky falling, when we retreated to the hallway. Both our kitchen and livingroom have dome skylights in them. It would have sucked to be in the living room when an ice chunk the size of a softball decided to crash into the house (to be fair, it didn't get much bigger than golfball sized around here). The baby was with his grandparents, which was good because they didn't get hit at all, but I wanted him with me and felt very irrational about this.
The skylight in our kitchen is busted. There are two pieces of glass, the inside one and the outside tinted one. Thankfully only the outside piece was busted, but still this is not good. No idea what it did to our roof. We will probably have to have the insurance company come out and take a look.
Went and saw grindehouse last night (after the storm passed). Now that was a fun movie. Or a couple of them. Going to the movie tavern and eating during it, probably not the best plan I've ever had, but whatever. The idea of Tarantino doing a female empowerment movie is just wrong somehow, but fun as hell to watch. Of course I wanted to slap Kurt Russell by the end.
One of the best parts was seeing Nicolas Cage grace the screen. That was great!
Baby won't eat and is evil. That's all about that.

04:54 pm: Shit!
Those fucking god-damned sons of bitch bastards killed my baby! My cat is dead and there is absolutely no fucking reason for it. This is bullshit. I hope those bastards burn or freeze or whatever it is you do in hell for killing so many people's companions.
Dammit!
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/17650075/

02:28 pm: So...
What's everyone doing this weekend? I need a girl night, like, yesterday and was wondering if anyone is up for a stitch and bitch? Still havn't replaced my ID so going out would be tricky unless we know the bartender. But honestly sitting and hanging out at someone's home sounds more fun anyway.

01:17 pm: Help
So Scarby is fast aproaching and my child has nothing to wear. I've been told about a boys shirt pattern that can be altered slightly to work as a baby's gown and he can grow into it. Does anyone know what this is or another pattern that could work? I need a basic boy's short tunic I think. Any help would be awsome.

04:08 pm: A Brief Moment Of Insanity
I am the very model of a modern Major-General
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse

I'm very good at integral and differential calculus
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General

I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous

I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies
I know the croaking chorus from the Frogs of Aristophanes
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore

Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General

In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General

In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin"
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a javelin
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat"

When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy
You'll say a better Major-General had never sat a gee

For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
I am the very model of a modern Major-General

But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral
He is the very model of a modern Major-General

12:01 pm: My Son's Favorite Website
Hey everyone look! It's an acid trip for babies!
http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html
I have no idea what he sees in it, but we have to look at it about once a day to keep him happy. The boohbahs, as far as I can tell, are fuzzy aliens who have come to our planet to giggle, fart, dance, and abduct people for strange experiments, such as seeing how long they can bounce on a chair. He loves it. I think it's creepy. Of course it doesn't help that my sister in law told me that their heads look like uncircumcised penis heads. Now they're really disturbing.

10:04 pm: Blame Bluemurf
YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I WANNA KNOW YOU...

I want to know a bunch of things about you.
I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other,
or if we already know everything about each other.
You're on my list, so let me know who I am friends with!

The Questions:

1. Can you cook?
2. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. Are you Dirty or Clean?
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?
9. Worst Habit?

HERE COMES THE FUN ...
1. How did we meet?
2. What's your philosophy on life?
3. Negative or Optimistic?
4. What was your dream growing up?
5. What is the best thing that ever happened to you?
6. What was your first impression of me?
7. Tell me one weird fact about you:
8. Whats your favorite memory of us?
9. Tell me your favorite joke:
10. Have you ever kept anything from me?
11. What do you think of me as a Person?
12. Do you think I'm sane or insane?
13. Would you cry for me if I died?
14. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
15. If you could change anything about me, would you?
16. How do you fall asleep?
17. Ever gotten angry with me?
18. Would you go on a blind date if I set you up?
19. If you had one day to live, what would you do?
20. A million bucks.. what would you do with it?
21. What is your worst fear?
22. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
23. Can you sing or dance?
24. In one word, how would you describe me? Be honest....
25. Will you repost this so I can fill it out ?

05:08 am: Can't sleep, clowns will eat me
I really can't sleep. Havn't even come close tonight. Seeing as how the baby was up until 2am and refused to go down (we fought that little battle starting at 11pm... yeah that was a fun 3 hours) and Husband is snoring and my brain won't turn off in general. Yeah I'm screwed. I told him to get me up before he leaves, so I need to start my day around 8. Unfortunately I've got my schedule all sorts of screwed up and typically don't get up before 11 am. Of course I also don't typically stay up this late, usually I'm asleep by 3.
I've tried kava, didn't work. Tried counting sheep (or just counting my breaths) didn't work. No idea what else to try, but I've left the Husband and Baby to fend for themselves and made my way to the couch. Not working there either.
Three hours until my day starts. Yeah I'm gonna be really useful today.

02:36 pm: Help
To the costume girls out there...
I'm dancing back on the small stage in Feb, but I've got some pretty bad stretch marks. Anyone have any ideas on how to hide them with my costume? I need a nude color (flesh tone) covering so that it won't look weird to have some random color covering my torso (the costume is red and silver).
I'd really appreciate any ideas, thanks.

01:03 pm: Update
First baby related...
He's Home!!! I'm thrilled and exhausted and anxious and all those other things I'm suposed to be. Mostly tired though. He's taking a while to adjust, but it's only been a couple of hours, and Daddy's taking care of him while I get a quick chance to update.
Second body related news...
To all women who have had children regarding breasts... Where the hell did these things come from and where on earth is the shut off switch? Seriously don't these things take a break? They always seem to be heavy and flowing, which makes feeding the baby easy, but everything else is kind of annoying. And why on earth is draining them so exhausting? After he feeds realy well I can't hardly keep my eyes open. And none of my shirts fit very well, seeing as how I've gone up both a size and cup size. I'm huge now, and they scare me a little. But the milk has come in without a problem so I guess there's that to be thankful for.

04:17 pm: Ignore this entry
I cried today. Not the foggiest clue as to why, aside from the fact that I suddenly got very nervous that I might go into labor soon. I've been contracting more than usual today, and this fact coupled with the heavier than usual spotting I'm having completly freaked me out. I called the hospital and they said that I should be ok, but I should start timing the contractions. The spotting is more than likely due to the apointment I had recently.
Baby is at a -3 station, and I'm still 30% effaced. I know this doesn't mean much to most of you, but some of you will understand.
Sorry, I know I promised to try to refrain from baby related posts, but my world doesn't really exist beyond my bulging belly right now.

05:39 pm: Strange ideas
I went to take my husband to his drum class. I hung out up there because I needed to discuss with my teacher that I may be out a bit, how I wanted to use next month to make up classes I had missed instead of paying full for it and then maybe only showing up once, general pre-birth planning for a class such as this.
As I'm sitting in the store section of the studio gossiping with some of the other girls and waiting for my instructor to take a break long enough to talk to her, a newer dancer smiled at me and started to ask the standard questions. She was probably a beginner student (since I've never seen her) or an Advanced I, and looked old enough to know better. I wouldn't say she was old, but not exactly young and naive by a long stretch either. Maybe getting close 40? She asked the gender, if it was our first child, and how far along I was. When I told her I have between 4 and 5 weeks left her eyes grew wide and her face wore a worried look.
"You shouldn't be dancing!"
I looked down. I was not wearing what I would call work out clothes. Linen capri pants and a flowy spaghettie strap tank that billowed over my tummy is not what I would generally consider a good dance outfit. But this wasn't the part that worried me. I couldn't figure out what it was (other than shear exhaustion) that should prevent me from dancing. "Why not?"
"Because! The baby could... fall out or something while you dance!"
Like I said, she didn't look very young.
Now I know I'm new to this whole thing, and I've never had a child before, but I'm pretty sure that it doesn't exactly work that way. If it did then I can't imagine so many women would talk about the pains of child labor. I looked at her and assured her that, with all my might, I would try to keep that from happening.
I think in my entire 9 months that was the strangest notion I've heard.

08:30 pm: In Preparation for Tomorow's Celebration
An instructional video explaining the nuances of the pirate language. Have a good Talk Like A Pirate Day!
http://www.loadingreadyrun.com/showmovie.php?x=480&y=360&url=talklikepirate.mov
(I should probably apologize for this, it is a bit long. But because it amused me you all must suffer through it. It is really quite funny.)

01:59 pm: Kitty!





In other news...
I'm a tard. I went to get my car worked on, picked it up and went to get gas. My brain was in other places because when I pulled out of the gas station I heard a weird clunk noise and something flew off my car. So I got to pull off to the side and wait until traffic slowed down enough to go grab my gas cap. Yes, I forgot to put my gas cap back on before I tried to drive away. And after watching the thing get abbused by every truck that could possibly drive by, I decided that those things are friggin sturdy. Maybe even indistructable. Good to know.
Otherwise it's all pregnant lady talk, and you can go to my myspace to find that crap. All I'll say is I'm just 7 weeks away. And that seems really weird to me.

09:05 pm: Went to the Dr
So I've been having problems with my hands. The issue is that my fingertips are going numb at what seemed to be random times. They are not random, but that's not the point. At first I chalked it up to being pregnant and my body being stupid. I was half right. The feeling had been getting more and more frequent, so when I saw the Dr today I asked him about it. I have carpal tunnel syndrom caused by the swelling from water retention. So it is pregnancy related, and wll go away after the baby is born, but if I don't do something to help it then it could do permanate damage. So I have to wear wrist splints.
Wrist splints suck! There is nothing pleasant about wearing these things. I don't feel better, I can't move my wrists, and, well, they just suck ok? I never realized how much I used my wrists in every day activities. And my typing has slowed down considerably, which is something else that is driving me crazy.
Sorry, just needed to get that little rant out.

06:59 pm: Horror films, co workers, and pirates, oh my
Looks like it's going to be a busy weekend.
Tonight we're heading to a friends house to watch a very bad movie. He's going to start showing a b film once a month and he's starting with Dead Alive of all things. If you've ever seen this movie, I'm very sorry. I'm about to go see it again for some reason.
Sat night we're going to Husband's company party for the summer. These are usually some fun, he works with some really cool people. But at the same time we've got to deal with the crazies as well, and he works with a crap ton of those.
Sunday mid after noon is a Pirate watching party at the movie tavern in Bedford (sorry tricky, but this looks too fun to pass up for a silly drama). The Bilge Pumps are hosting a party for $15 a head and providing the film tickets, and endless popcorn and drink, as well as a half hour show by the goofiest pirate singing troupe around. If this sounds like fun to anyone get info from www.thebilgepumps.com and go to scheduled voyages.

05:55 pm: Fourth of July
So Tuesday sucked. ( Mostly )
If anyone cares I will be going back to the Dr. on Tuesday. This will be the first time the Husband gets to see the baby. With any luck it will let us know what it is so we can actually start refering to it as a he or she. Wish us luck.