Tuesday, June 28, 2005


It's strange to be home at 10am ... I don't particularly know what to do with myself. Since it's a long time until Aaron gets home(3pm) I think I'll go wander the mall a bit.

But first... I'm watching the view... and good lord. Who thinks Star Jones looked better when she was heavier? That woman has the LARGEST head I've ever seen, and she looks like a turtle... I don't even know what it is, but I can't stop from staring.

Anyhoo... entries will be scarce the next few days as I have NOTHING to write about. (preparing for the verbal diarrhea that will spew forth once the baby arrives!) So, keep an eye on the guestbook; as when he makes his appearance, my mom will let you all know... of course, she won't spill the specifics as I want to be the one to tell you how big he is and what name we eventually decide on... but at least you'll know what's going on :-)

which reminds me, I need to make sure that the baby name books are packed in our hospital bag.

Monday, June 27, 2005

This is it...

Today is my last day of work... crazy. In August I would have been here 5 years. I am both scared and excited to not work anymore... scared because I don't know if I'll like being at home; excited because I don't have to see satchel's ugly ass face anymore or hear his annoying ass voice anymore. Scared because I've been working since I was 16, and full time since I graduated high school... it's what I'm used to. Excited because though I'll be at home, I will be with my baby; and that's a whole new adventure. Scared because I'm afraid I'll feel inferior or feel like I'm not pulling my weight (even though Aaron assures me that this thought is ridiculous) and excited because though I'll be busy w/ the baby... it'll be on my terms, and not punching a clock or dealing with a coworker I loathe and despise. Scared because financially it will tighten things up way more than I think I even anticipated... and excited because... well... I don't know. I just am.

I am also a little bit sad... the company I work for is great. Satchel was my one big downfall there. I enjoyed working with the other guys in the office, and interacting with the staff in our other offices... and unlike any other job I've ever had, I really had flexibility with regards to school, or if I had doctor appts, and the holidays... we were spoiled on the holidays, and really taken care of. It's not very often that you find a company or a boss like this one, and I don't take the fact that I'm leaving very lightly. Yes, I made a choice to go... but it wasn't the easiest choice in the world. Granted, the fact that satchel exists made it a lot easier, but if he weren't here... I don't think I would have been as eager to leave.

Speaking of satchel... he's off today, and I plan to enjoy every single minute of his absence. Seems like a fitting going away present, don't you think?

Got the pack and play set up over the weekend, courtesy of Aaron, and he also installed the carseat last night. The house is a mess, but we will tackle that tonight and I'll probably do some straightening up while I'm home tomorrow. Just want everything to be spic and span when we come home, so I don't have to worry about anything. Lori is going to house sit while we are gone so the kitties will be fed, litter will be scooped and she'll be a lot closer to work that way.

Friday night I was so freakin' uncomfortable. My dr. appt went fine, we went to costco; picked up a few last minute things, and by the time we got home I was EXHAUSTED and my back was really stiff. Aaron laid down and was asleep before 10pm; I laid down too; but couldn't sleep. So I ended up surfing the net for about an hour (gotta love the wireless connection) and then laid back down... woke up an hour later around midnight in severe discomfort. I had some serious crotch pain, and my lower back was so stiff and uncomfortable. I got up (with much grunting and moaning) and went into the living room, poured myself a bowl of chocolate lucky charms, and surfed the net some more. Around 2 I went back in and laid down; but was so uncomfortable I was near tears. I sat up and crocheted for a bit, and turned the tv on. Aaron woke up about an hour later, and we talked for a bit. He fell back asleep; and I couldn't take sitting or laying in bed anymore, so I grabbed some pillows and a blanket and set myself up on the couch. I put in the movie "Peggy sue got married" and was asleep within 15 minutes. Sitting up, but still... asleep. I slept from about 3:30ish until about 7am, and then was uncomfortable again, so I went back into the bedroom (Aaron was now up for the day) and I laid in there for a good hour or two before finally giving up and getting up. All day long, my back and crotch hurt... like I'd been kicked there... it was awful.

It wasn't strong, it was just there... and it didn't come and go... it was just constant. Finally around 4pm or so I called Heather and asked her what contractions felt like, just to be sure. What she described didn't really fit the bill; I didn't really think I was having contractions anyway. I sat on my birthing ball for a bit, which helped for a few minutes, but nothing major. Heather did describe some lower back stretches, and those felt nice when I tried them, but I had yet to really have a respite from the pain.

We went to my mom and dad's house for dinner... I was still in a lot of discomfort, but was able to keep my mind off of it over there. When we went home, I was miserable, and the baby kept doing these large slow movements that made me want to cut him out of there myself. I was near tears and told Aaron I didn't think I ever wanted to be pregnant again. I was worn out. Out of desperation, I took a few tylenol and laid down; and slept straight away until 8am. All day sunday I felt good... it was AWESOME. I still had bouts of pressure and some soreness still; but it was light years away from the discomfort from the day before, and today I feel damn good as well. I highly doubt the Tylenol did much, but God bless it anyway.

Last night we went to a bbq over at Aaron's uncle's and that was nice. Everyone is very excited to meet the baby, and his cousin gave me a really cute gown w/ little mittens in the sleeves and some booties that she used in the hospital for her little boy just a few months ago. All that's really left to do now is pack the last few essentials, and I'll do that tommorrow. I wonder when it will actually set in that we are about to have a baby?

Friday, June 24, 2005


Ok, so for anyone who was wondering how I did those pics, I use adobe photoshop. I have version 6.0, but I would imagine that it's done the same in most of the versions. the first thing to do is open the picture in photoshop, then outline it and copy it. Open a new project, paste the picture in there and change the pic to grayscale. (It will ask you if you want it to 'flatten' the image. I say no.) Then outline the black and white photo, and copy it. Go back to the original color photo, paste the black and white photo over it. Then you use the eraser tool to erase the black and white image and let the color image shine through.

It's actually pretty easy for photoshop, I thought it would be some long drawn out process involving layers and blending and blah blah blah, but not so much! Here are a few I messed around with yesterday...

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In other news, I gotta say... I have bragging rights when it comes to husbands. I'm serious, he totally made my day/week/month yesterday. We were on our way to have dinner with John and Khara and he casually mentions that before he goes back to work after the baby is born (he's taking a week and a half off) that he'd like to do something special for me. He knows I'm a weirdo when it comes to massages (I don't like people touching me... nor do I like paying someone to touch me... ew.) but he wanted to do something like a spa day or have me go get my nails and hair done. Something special for me... and he would take care of the baby while I'm out doing all this. Totally blew me away. Of course I'm going to take him up on it, I don't normally like people touching my feet either, but a pedicure is what these toes need, and in a BIG way. heh... SOMEONE compared my feet to those of Sherman Klump's. The nerve! (ok, the honesty... damn do I have some fred flintstone feet or WHAT?)

It's not even the fact that he wants me to do something for myself, he's always encouraging me to do stuff for myself, it's the fact that he is so encouraging and sweet and doesn't even think twice about going it alone with the baby while I'm out for a few hours. In my experience, guys are usually pretty skeered when it comes to new babies, especially when they haven't had much experience. I find it really comforting that he's confident and willing. :-)

Ok, have I made you all sick enough with the gushing? ;-)

No big plans for the weekend other than putting together the pack and play and installing the carseat. Would really like Aaron and I to get away for a bit and do something together ... maybe we'll go down to the waterfront and walk around a bit or something. Just want to hang out together and savor the last weekend we'll ever have as just the two of us. Not that we aren't stoked about becoming parents, I just want to take the time to appreciate this last weekend before everything changes.

Oh, let me address the 'missing boy scout' thing ONE MORE TIME. I might start off by saying I didn't know he had mental issues. That said, I still think he looks like a fucking brat. I am entitled to my opinions, no matter how stupid, shallow and misinformed they might be. That's the beauty of the internet... I can publish real live bullshit on my website and if you don't like it, you totally don't have to read it! Or you can leave snarky comments for me in the guestbook! And I can totally delete them if I feel like it! It's a beautiful set up.

And just so we're clear, if I post pictures of my kid on this website, you are totally free to tell me he is ugly, or a brat or whatever. And I am totally going to erase those comments and figure out how to ban your ass! woohoo!

Lastly, to those of you who've left mssgs in the guestbook...

Kay, you crack my shit up. Libby, you do too :-) For all who asked about the pics and how to do it, I hope I explained it ok, if not feel free to drop me a line in the guestbook and I'll try to be more clear. Good luck and have a great weekend!

Thursday, June 23, 2005

Photoshop is fun

First of all; people kill me. Laura (in the guestbook) what I might've said regarding that snotty ass look on that kids face may've been harsh, but it was my opinion. Just like you thinking I need an attitude adjustment is your opinion... and by the way, no shit sherlock; of course I need an attitude adjustment. I'm 9.5 months pregnant and uncomfortable as shit. Perhaps that colors my mood just a wee bit.

Her comment amused me... heh.

anyway, because I've learned a new (to me) trick on photoshop, I thought I'd bore you all to death with samples of my excellent (not) work!

witness my mad skillz...

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Wednesday, June 22, 2005


I woke up this morning convinced it was Friday. Kind of sad that it's not.

Anyhoo, since we're all friends here, and I'm going to air my opinion anyway... As glad as I am that they found that kid in Utah, I am so sick of seeing pictures of the sullen little bastard. I want to wipe that sour look off his face in the worst fucking way. Seriously... is this just me? How about showing a teensy bit of relief/gratitude/happiness to be found and not out in the cold mountains instead of sitting there glaring?
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Seriously. He looks in need of an attitude adjustment. GAH.

In other news, I am 38 weeks pregnant today, and in less than a week if all goes according to plan, little baby martin will have arrived, we will have hopefully come up with a name, and I will be sporting an awesome gash across the lower part of my abdomen, held closed together with staples. Awesome. We obviously won't be posting anything until we come home from the hospital, but I think my mom will put something in the guestbook to let you all know when he's arrived, so if you want to, you can check there to see if there's been any progress.

I'm tired. and I have no other pictures to post, so I'm outta here.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005


Boy, am I crabby today. I am tired, I am uncomfortable, I am just in a general state of 'ARG'. I am also trying to get over it; but sometimes it's easier said than done.

First, to answer a few questions in the guestbook...

for Libby~ the white flowers in the bouquet were stephanotis blossoms. They come w/ a hollow middle, and no stems (they are just a bud) so I had to order some pearled stems to stick in the middle. I love them too; thanks for the compliment! As for the minced garlic, I used that stuff that's already in the jar, I like it all chopped fine instead of minced; spreads easier in the mixing process. Also; we never used oil at the stadium, I did at home because I added way too much parsley and it dried out the garlic mixture... it should be sort of a wet mixture, and when I added my parsley it was dry dry dry... gag. (Some people like it this way though; so tomato, tomahto.) I would suggest adding a little bit of parsley to the mix at a time, The parsley doesn't do much for the taste, so it's quantity isn't really the issue I guess. Good luck!

For Sarah~ no iron pills. My doc wanted me to take them; but my iron levels were 1 point under the 'normal range' and w/ all the digestive roadblocks I've had, I made the decision to say 'fuck that noise' and am just taking a prenatal ... uh, when I remember it. Also; Heather (who is also pregnant) was told at her midwifery office (or whatever it's called) that the range was slightly different than what my doc said, and in her range I am normal. So, I figure I'm fine w/o the iron pill. The taste seems to be better today, we'll see.

I don't really have anything else to say, except I really fucking hate satchel, no... I REALLY FUCKING HATE SATCHEL. The hate just EXPLODES on days when I am in such a lovely mood. I need a nap. And a chocoloate milkshake.

Monday, June 20, 2005

6 more days

6 more work days and then I am satchel free for (I hope) ever. If I don't go into labor sooner... sometimes I have a feeling I might; but you never know. Anyhoo; I doubt I'm going to keep the pregnancy journal going, because... well, quite frankly; it's a pain in the ASS to update two websites. I also think if I'll want to update more if I don't think about updating seperate sites. Just my thought for now.

Doc appt last week revealed I am dilated a fingertip and everything looks just fine. Only gained 1/2 pound over the week and my last appt is this week. Gah. Last appt. Don't get me started on how freaked out I am over this whole transition phase... things are about to change in a big way; and though I've been thinking about it my whole life, the reality is a bit freakier than I anticipated it to be.

In other news, well... there really isn't any. Friday night was spent at Walmart with my mom and Lori, Saturday was spent cleaning the condo and then at the strawberry festival, then some random shopping and an early bedtime. Sunday found me in a shit ass mood in the morning, but then I perked up; I'm just uncomfortable, and if one more person says any of the following to me I will not feel bad about the bitchiness:

*are you going to have twins?
*Man, you're big.
*You're not in labor are you?
*You're not going to pop today are you?
*How many you got in there?
*That's going to be one BIIIG baby!

I'm easily annoyed anyway; but now... these sentences just ask for it. I hope my attitude improves after the birth... maybe I should post a warning on the door of my hospital room...

utterances of the following will result in your swift and speedy expulsion from the room:
* "I think you should name him ________."
* "Boy, you sure there still isn't one in there?"
* "He's not so big after all, it must've been all you!"
* "I told you he would be gigantic!"
* "I don't like the name ____."

God I'm bitchy today. NO really, seriously bitchy. It's the afternoon caffeine lull... I was fine until about 20 minutes ago. The drive into work was fine, everything was dandy; had lunch with Khara today; (not only lunch, but got to have YAKISOBA... my new favorite food), That was really cool; hope I didn't talk your ear off Khara!!!! We'll have to get together for a play date when my bun is out of the oven :-)

Back to the bitchiness, I haven't had much hassle at all today, and the fucking moods just come out of nowhere. Can't wait for that fun to end. Man, I also have this gnarly taste in my mouth; tastes like when you've been to the dentist and they have put a bunch of crap in there to fix something... ugh. NOTHING has gotten rid of it as of yet.

I think I'm just anxious. Anxious about how things will happen, stressing about what to expect... and just wanting it fucking OVER. That has a huge affect on my mood. OH and the mere existence of Satchel is just irking the living shit out of me today.

How about some pics?

Perty boy with the choppy cut

Ben begs for attention from the daddy

He is so totally smiling here

not to be outdone by Ben, Molly gets in her share of daddy time

He's such a pretty boy

My aunt made this diaper cake for us; it has like 96 diapers a bunch of wipes and tons of bibs/clippers/pacifiers etc and some bottles filled with m & m's... was VERY cool and a really great surprise.

Friday, June 17, 2005


Is it just me or does anyone else feel a little like throwing up whenever they hear the brouhaha over the whole Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes schmuckfest? So now they're getting married, woopty fucking woo.

So I think I discovered the key to a happy commute. As I may have mentioned, I went from a 15 minute commute to a 40 minute AT LEAST commute. On a good day it's 40 minutes. On a typical day it's about 45-50. And I'm usually in a TERRIBLE mood dealing with these stupid fuckers who don't know where the motherfucking gas pedal is.

So last night I sat down and burned myself a few new cds... mixed from the collection I had when we were napster fools. My favorite cd so far is the rap cd I made; I had one in the car, but it was scratched and was incredibly aggravating. The lineup goes as such

1. The next episode - Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg, Nate Dogg
2. Forgot about Dre- Dr Dre, Eminem
3. Still d.r.e. - Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg
4. Regulate - Warren g, Nate dogg
5. Nuthin' but a G thang - Dr Dre, Snoop Dogg
6. Life in the fast lane - Limp Biskit
7. It was a good day - Ice Cube
8. Dayz of our Livez - Bone thugz and harmony
9. Get Back - Ludacris
10. Put your ass into it - Ice Cube
11. Gin and Juice - Snoop Dogg
12. What's my name - Snoop Dogg
13. N***az and Bitches - Snoop Dogg
14. Poison - Bel Biv Devoe
15. Iesha - Another Bad Creation
16. Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio
17. Stomp - God's Property

Dudes, I am the mix master of mixed tapes/cds. I might add that I haven't hear the song Gangsta's paradise in YEARS, and I still know that fucker word by word. I know all of them pretty much word for word, and if the kicks were any indication; we have a mini gangsta rap fan on our hands. Is that wrong? In particular he likes Limp Biskit and Ice Cube.

The other cd I made has the following:
1. como la flor mix - Selena (soundtrack)
2. Leave a light on - Belinda Carlisle
3. I can't do that anymore - faith hill
4. Fancy - Reba
5. Boyz in the hood - Dynamite Hack
6. Under the bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers
7. Sisters - Rosemary clooney (from White Christmas)
8. He loves U not - Dream
9. Soldier - Destiny's Child
10. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Greenday
11. I will buy you a new life - Everclear
12. Father of mine - Everclear
13. Keep your hands to yourself - Georgia satellites
14. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
15. Again - Janet Jackson
16. The hardest thing - 98 degrees

I am giddy with excitement to listen to the second cd tonight on the drive home; I listend to the rap one this morning.

Anyhoo... not much else to report... So I'll leave you with a pic of my 37 week girth.

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Is it any wonder I'm so freakin' grumpy?

Thursday, June 16, 2005

What Stinks?

oh yeah, me. I made garlic fries at home last night. I sort of remembered how to from when I worked at the stadium; but found a few recipes online to back it up...

3/4 cup garlic
1/4 cup kosher salt
1/4 cup parsley
*olive oil

I like lots of garlic... the recipe said use 1/2 cup, but I ended up adding more because the 1/4 cup of parsley ended up drying out the garlic. I like my garlic fries to have a more 'wet' texture than a dry texture. So I would also advise to use less than the 1/4 cup parsley. I put all three ingredients in a bowl and mixed, and because it was not as moist as I like, I drizzled a bit of olive oil into the mixture and that fixed the problem right up. Then I just made the french fries, put them in a large tupperware (a glad bag might work just as good) added the garlic mixture and shook them for all it was worth. It was DAMN good. Just like the ball park. :-)

I should admit that that was cut and pasted from an email I sent to my cousin; I know she likes the garlic fries too; so I had to pass it a long.

As far as the Hilary duff pics go; that is her, not her sister... that's exactly how she looked when she presented on the mtv Movie awards last night. I did some digging to find pics of leeanne rimes, and I couldn't find any that displayed the new mouth/jaw to my liking; though I totally know what you are talking about.

School is officially over and done with. YEEHAW. Finals were yesterday... and I'm relieved that I don't have to worry about it anymore. Today I got to sleep in until almost 7 and that was freakin' HEAVEN. I have 9more days left at work... working days that is. Been taking some of the stuff I have accumulated there over the past 5 years home, and that's been sort of weird. Especially all the canned soups; I had like 20 cans of chunky soup by campbell's in the cupboard from a few months ago when I was on my soup kick.

Nothing big going on... just thought I'd stop in and say hello.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

I Knew It!

After watching the MTV movie awards the other night, I couldn't stop staring at Hilary Duff... her mouth specifically. I got into a debate w/ a coworker over it, they thought she looked the same, but I thought she'd had something done. I found these before and after shots on a message board today... looks like she's slimmed down, but also gotten some new choppers. Big Mr. Ed choppers. ugh.

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and after:
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she's got some big ol' fake looking Alyssa Milano teeth. Icky.

Monday, June 13, 2005

temper temper

Seriously, there is little that drives me up the fucking wall more than shitty cell phone reception, and trying to talk to someone who cannot fucking hear you. I mother fucking detest repeating myself at all, let alone over and over and fucking over. And trying to have a fucking conversation. I suppose brownie points should be given to the person on the other end of the line for even trying to act like they can hear me, but instead I get so mad I can't even see straight and end up barking into the phone "JUST FUCKING FORGET IT."



I fucking short circuit into mega bitch when this happens, and while it's not fair to the other person on the line... I simply cannot.control.it.

While we are talking about minor grievances here, let me also say that if you call me from work or school or WHEREVER and we start having a conversation and then you suddenly hiss into the phone "I HAVE TO GO, BYE". It will leave me wanting to choke the living shit out of you. It's nothing personal, just a reaction to that quickly whispered sentence. I often find myself yelling at the phone after the connection is gone "WHY'D YOU FUCKING CALL ME AT ALL THEN?!"

Now I need to go punch something.


RIGHT before... he knew something was up and ran and hid in the laundry room. Poor guy. Can you spot him? (HINT: the glowing eye from behind the door belongs to Asa.)


(My aunt gave us this print as a gift; I LOVE it.)

Courtesy of 'uncle willie'... muchas gracias!!

these match a blanket I made last fall

baby's going home outfit

Thursday, June 09, 2005


Not too much to report; will update the pg journal about my trip to labor and delivery last night in a few minutes.

Do you watch Meet the Barkers? Something about Shanna bugs me. First of all, the fact that her name is spelled 'shanna' but she pronounces it 'shane-a' irritates the living shit out of me. Two n's mean short a, do they not?

Secondly, her upper lip or something is funky. And that girl can sleep. And not watch her kids. And completely ignore the fact that she's got a daughter. She bugs.

Also, he needs to pull his fucking pants up and how fem can you be? Struck me as odd, he is very feminine; just not what I was expecting.

I've been having a sex and the city marathon while I get things in order; and got through seasons 4 and 5 last weekend... I have it on in the backround as I'm doing other stuff, but man I always thought it was Samantha and Miranda who bugged me, but no one is as annoying as Carrie. BIG TIME.

I'll get more pictures to put up here eventually; just have not been motivated to do shit. Seriously; I go home and go to sleep. Well, I try and get other stuff done, but I'm fucking tired and not feeling like taking pics. I'm sure it'll all change when the baby is here and then that's ALL you'll see for a while.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Less tired, more cranky

ok, maybe not MORE cranky. Just don't have the sleepiness to blame it on today. At least not all of it. I was in bed early, but literally woke up more than once an hour last night. So fucking uncomfortable... but was able to at least sleep until Aaron left at 5:30, so I imagine I got a bit more sleep than usual.

Sometimes (ok, all the time) when I'm sitting in traffic and someone in front of me does something stupid... like let someone merge into OUR lane... this is OUR lane! Protect it! Or if they slam on their brakes for no reason (which seems to be happening frequently these days) or perhaps they sit at a light forever and fucking day without moving an inch... I imagine myself walking up to their car, pickaxe in hand... and smashing in every single window.

It makes me calm again.

Traffic fucking kills me. My normally 30 minute commute took over an hour yesterday. OVER AN HOUR. Why? because it was sprinkling, in Seattle... land of the wet, yet apparently every motherfucker who doesn't know how to drive in the rain was out at 5pm yesterday afternoon, having a difficult time finding their gas pedal, though having no problems finding their motherfucking brake pedal, and generally stopping for nothing, slowing for nothing... and never getting up to speed limit. Seriously... one of the roads I take is 50mph and we never hit 30 yesterday. GAH.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Soooooo Slleeeeepppyyyy

6 more days of school. 6 more days of waking up at the fucking crack of dawn to drive out to BFE to learn logic... 6.more.days. *yawn*

I got about 1/3 of the baby's room finished, and of course today have decided that the way the furniture is arranged simply will.not.do. Aaron is going to love that. I did go out and buy the bedding stuff today and am so giddy to get it all put together it's ridiculous. I am such a hypocrite... I have no excuse. I can't explain it... I've hated pooh for as long as I can remember. And to be fair, I still hate the pooh in the red t-shirt... with a MOTHERFUCKING PASSION. But classic pooh... so sweet, so serene, so calming. I used to scoff at girls who said they wanted to do their baby's room in 'classic pooh' and think they were tasteless fools. I've joined the ranks. ;-) And I can't explain it.

In other news, Asa is an idiot. The cat possesses the knowledge (as do the other cats) of how to open the cupboards in the kitchen and bathrooms. He's gone a step further and figured out how to pull it open, keep it open and go inside. (Particularly under both bathroom sinks.) But the fucker then cannot figure out how to get back out. He pushes the door open and pokes his nose out and backs off. Over and over and over and over and over a fucking gain. The result is an annoying sound that sometimes goes on and on for hours until one of us figures out that he's stuck inside the cupboard and goes to rescue him. Aaron and I are not dim bulbs either; the reason we forget that he could possibly be trapped is because one of the cats' favorite past times is opening a cupboard, taking a peek, and letting it fall back shut. Making the same ANNOYING noise as when Asa is trapped in there. So we think they are being obnoxious, when really; if you get up to go investigate and open the cupboard door, you get a frantic cat that dashes out of the cupboard at lightning speed when the door is opened.

This happened at 4am. We are going to have to start child proofing before there is even a child to proof for.

No other real news to report; have begun taking my stuff home from work; had accumulated quite a lot of shit there over the past 5 years. Little things; but still, too many little things. Would rather get it home and put away in case I should have the baby early; and try to tell Aaron what to get for me... I'd be paranoid I left stuff behind.

Anyhoo, that's all for today; no pics because I'M LAZY.

Monday, June 06, 2005


I haven't done any blocking of any ip addresses yet; my host was down for a period of time over the weekend. Still undecided if I will or not; still not sure if I want to take the high road and not bitch about people in my life or let it all hang out and deal with the repercussions. Said repercussions would likely bother Aaron more than myself, so that weighs heavily on my mind. *sigh*

Boy am I crabby today. I am also really, really REALLY tired, and I hate satchel, and I'm so ready to be done with working just so I don't have to hear his voice or look at his ugly mug. Or receive one of the many million fucking handwritten notes telling me to do something... if it were my last week I would probably refuse, but whatever. I know it's me; he's being polite, whatever. I just am crabby and he's an easy target since the hate is already in place.

I'm hungry allthefuckingtime right now. Often, a small snack such as a piece of toast or bread w/ a smidge of butter or even a small cup of milk seem to help; but you would think I haven't eaten in weeks with some of the hunger pains. And if I just ignore them because I've eaten just an hour and a half ago; then I get that sick feeling, sort of dizzy... but more shaky and bitchy than dizzy. This morning I was ravenous; and was going to have a yogurt before I left for school when I saw the tupperware of leftover spaghetti in the fridge. So I heated it up and ate it at 6:10am on my way to school. mmmmm spaghetti.

We got so much stuff done this weekend, but there is still a lot to do. A lot of what was done was the tedious, time consuming shit that you don't enjoy, but needs to be done. Aaron sanded and painted the dresser, shelf, and book case (still needs to finish the book case), he installed the garbage disposal, put the crib together, and helped me clean the living room, and hang all of our pictures up on the walls, as well as suffered through some last minute shopping last night for burp rags and nursing pads. He also put up the speaker stands and got the internet set up as well as the wireless connection up and running. Busy boy! Wili also stopped by and installed our new faucet in the kitchen as well as a new sprayer. Then he put together the cradle and the swing for us. So nice to have the extra help; we really appreciated it! And me, I did laundry. LOADS UPON FUCKING LOADS OF LAUNDRY. Not only did I do our regular loads of laundry, I went through all the crates of baby clothes (and all the stuff I got at the shower too) and removed the tags and plastic things that attach the various outfits to the booties/hats whatever... and then sorted those clothes into like colors for the first washing. I must've done ... over 10 loads of laundry on Saturday alone. There are fleece sleepers in my dryer as we speak.

Then I sorted said clothes into age groups (which later proved to be a moot point, because I had to stack them all back into the crates because the dresser wasn't done until Sunday evening, and I'm not even going to push my luck and try to put them away until I feel confident that the paint has completely set... hopefully tonight.)and folded them. I also organized our walk in closet, and hung up most of the framed pictures (though I needed help for the big ones), had pics printed from our wedding for the wedding wall, and framed our marriage certificate as well. Still haven't packed my hospital bag. Still haven't put the baby's room together... hopefully most of that will get done tonight. Though we still have no crib bedding... We were at Target last night, and I don't know if it's the hormones or what that have invaded my brain and changed my opinions, but I suddenly sort of want to do the theme to the baby's room in classic pooh.

Months ago I would have booed and hissed at such an idea, but I don't know... it is kind of cute. I got a few outfits from the shower that are classic pooh, and they are adorable. I normally HATE pooh... but classic pooh is kind of cute, and the bedding set is a lot cheaper at target than the transportation set is at Penney's. We'll see. A lady at Target overheard me talking to Aaron about the set, and mentioned a consignment shop that sells really nice stuff nearby, so I think I'll stop by there and check it out after work.

We also got the mattress for the crib purchased, so now the only two things left to buy are the bedding for the crib and a glider/rocker. And we also have to figure out where the heck we are going to put the litterbox. The laundry room isn't quite big enough; though it is doable; just not *easily* doable; and I don't know how keen I am on having litter granules all over the tile; they are some messy motherfuckers and even if I vaccuumed each time they used the box, I doubt I'd get every single granule. They are currently using the baby's room until we get it set up, we could put it in the bottom of our walk in closet; but I kick them out of our room at night; because 3am is not FUCKINGPLAYTIME. And I don't know that if I have baby sleeping next to the bed in his cradle; that I want to deal with the added bother of the cats. But there really isn't any other place... the bathrooms are too small, and we would have to get a brand new folding door for the coat closet, and I'm tired of spending money that we should be saving.

Friday, June 03, 2005


Just to clarify; when I said yesterday that I was thinking of going members only or to a whole new domain, I wasn't even referring to the drama in the guestbook, whoever mrs. zpira or WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS is, has zero bearing on that decision. I don't mind anonymous cattiness...or even any sort of intelligent criticism... my mom thinks she knows who it is, but I don't think that person is half as intelligent as mrs. zpira is... a compliment! to a troll! I honestly could give a shit when it comes to the comments she is making in the guestbook. Really. And the person who my mom suspects is a dumb bitch, and ghetto for that matter, and I really, really, REALLY doubt they would be as creative and or witty/shitty enough to write what Mrs. Z has written.

That said, I'll come clean and just say that the reason I wish I was anonymous or member's only or whatever, is because I have been very 'free' in giving out this web address to my friends and family and such. There are a couple thorns in the bunch, and it chaps my ass to know that they read it and then RE-FUCKING-GURGITATE it to fit their agenda, often giving me a bad rep. Especially manipulative bitches. So, that is why I wish I knew more about blocking IP addresses, and going members only, etc... figuring out just 'who' is 'who' among the IP's that visit this site.

The people I occasionally would like to bitch about, I can't... because I don't want to hurt their feelings. Or make things difficult for myself or my husband. Though that rope is quickly fraying, because I am a fucking hair away from not giving a shit. And if you are reading this and have been at the receiving end of one of my bitch sessions, realize that you will probably be at the receiving end again, mmkay? Oh and Aaron doesn't like you either, he just has better manners than me.

I think that's enough vagueness here, don't you? Let's just chalk it up to pregnancy hormones and the like. Fuck all I'm cranky.

Also, going back to the guestbook drama... it actually amuses me, and like I told my mom this morning; it doesn't even bother me. I did do a lookup of the IP address that was attached to both comments made, and it appears as though the person has Qwest internet service, and is in the Seattle area. The actual server was tukw.qwest.net so I'm not sure if they are in Tukwila or if that's just a fluke. Two of the geolocating sites said that the IP was coming out of Kenmore and Seattle; which I think are basically the same.

So it's very possible that I know this person, but, like I said, I find it entertaining. So be an asshole to the commenters in my guestbook; they can hold their own. :-)

Since Jane posted pictures of her new digs, I thought I'd do the same...

The living room

The dining room

my new bakers rack that I LOOOOOOVE.

one side of our teeny tiny kitchen

The other side of it; check out our mammoth fridge; can't really tell here, but it takes up a lot more room than we anticipated. :-)

the baby's room. Obviously not done.

the purple and sage green guest bathroom

our much messier pink and grey bathroom

oh, and Asa got his first bath in at least 3 years last weekend. The fucker decided to explore the fireplace (which is currently behind the tv/entertainment center, but was moved away so Aaron could begin wiring everything together.) He was covered in soot. The picture doesn't even do it any justice... and after the bath he's still sort of gray, but there's only so much you can subject a cat to.

curiosity dirtied the cat

Thursday, June 02, 2005


I'm tired nizzles. And I'm sick to fucking death of unpacking and trying to find a place for stuff. Oh, and not being able to find shit I KNOW I packed.

4 weeks (I assume) until baby is here, and we don't have ANYTHING ready. And I don't particularly care. I am waiting for that burst of nesting energy; but have yet to get it. I just would rather lay down and worry about it later.

Been SERIOUSLY thinking about moving this site to a new domain, and being EXTREMELY choosy about who I give the address to, but that's a lot of work, and then I thought about going password protected only, but that too is a lot of work. I just kind of wish I could be anonymous again. Or at least be familiar enough with different programs so I could block certain people from viewing this site, and of course; first even figure out who is who when I view my stats.

Also, if I catch satchel going through my shit on MY DESK one more fucking time, I'm chopping his motherfucking hands off. I received my kit from vonage yesterday, left it on my desk and went to lunch. Came back and he was rifling through it. I stood there and said "um, can I HELP you?" He replied "I was just seeing if this was mine." I said "well it's not, and what good would it do for me to leave your SHIT on MY desk? Stay out of my stuff." and with that I went into the bathroom. Fucker.

Also, I uploaded some pics to have developed at costco, and most had my long hair in them, and I almost started to weep. I miss my hair. A lot.