Where for art thou, Bubba Ho-Tep?

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.

Ways in which I am a horrible bitch.

  • 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.)

Picture Post

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…

What day is it?

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 all of my impractical shoes. (This is a project I started yesterday.)

Today I have already put in four hours of work.

Today I made reservations for Friday dinner, confirmed an appointment tomorrow, and balanced the checkbook.

It can’t be Monday.

At least I haven’t put away all of the clean clothes yet. That would be a sign of the apocalypse or something.

30 weeks. Random.

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 upward and I can feel a bitty knee poking up. Of course, this also makes breathing harder for me. But still � so cute! Also, when I press down, froggy pushes back. I picture him (or her) yelling, “Get out of my house!”


In other news, remember before my clothes shrunk?

My sister and I both decided it was unacceptable to give up on her visiting before the baby makes an appearance. We’re looking at flights. Yay! (I figure that anyone who visits after froggy’s arrival is not coming to see me or Will. I am selfish and want some attention for myself, damn it.)

I WANT A BURRITO. I curse the respondents to my last post for putting the idea in my head. Incidentally, I still don’t get the receiving blanket thing. I think my problem is with the name, even though Allison explained it nicely for me. Regardless, I think they will be the perfect project to get my ass in gear with the sewing backlog. Nice, straight lines should get me back in the swing of things. Time to visit the fabric store! OK, actually, time to find a fabric store. I am less than enraptured with JoAnn.

The end.