Oh, I am so mad.

My wonderful car is no longer pristeen. There’s a dent in the side near the back. It’s on the side that is against the curb when we park on the street, so it most likely happened from the sidewalk. It looks like someone kicked it or maybe fell into it with their hip or something.

I don’t see how such a thing could be an accident.

People really, really suck.

Last night M was telling me a story about his day which included this sentece: “I was sitting outside by myself talking to this person…”

Sitting outside by himself? Talking to someone when he’s by himself?

So, should I be worried?

Had another doctor’s appointment today.

Everything looks fine. My blood pressure is 102/70 (or seventy-something; I can never remember the lower number for sure) so still nice and low.

Baby’s heartbeat was 125 which is low but still within the normal range.

I have two appointments next week. I go back in to this doctor again next Tuesday then on Thursday I have a consultation with the doctor who will be my family doctor.

The doctors at the practice I’ve been going to are pretty good about not trying to tell you stuff about the baby that they can’t really know. By that I mean that they don’t try to tell you how much the baby is going to weigh just by the feel the way some doctors do. However, I did ask today if she thought it was a large baby or a small baby, and she said that she’d guess that it was around seven pounds now, though of course that is a very rough guess. Still, considering the baby is growing at about half a pound a week, that is a little scary if she is right.

Oh bother.

You know that show that’s supposed to be so great? The one everyone raves about and that wins all sorts of awards but I can’t watch it because it’s only on networks like HBO and such that I don’t get? Six Feet Under starts from the beginning on Showcase tonight.

I want to watch it. I’ve heard so many good things about it, and it looks so goodin the commercials, and I just really want to watch it.

It doesn’t start until eleven.

Eleven isn’t late for me or anything. I’m a night owl. Four in the morning has not been an unusual bedtime for me in the past. Sometimes I’ve been known to go to bed at eight in the morning or eleven in the morning or even four in the afternoon.

But lately? I just get so tired and I’ve been waking up really early and not sleeping well.. and tonight I’m just so exhausted.

I want to go to bed.

The damn show starts in half an hour. Searching through tape after tape looking for one that wasn’t ruined by our old VCR and that I don’t mind taping over then figuring out how to set up the VCR to tape at the proper time…

It all just seems like so much work.

But I really want to watch the show.

This sucks.

We rented Chicago last night. It was actually rather good, but can I tell you just how much I hate the song “All That Jazz”?

I really, really, really hate “All That Jazz.”

If I hear it one more time, or see the stupid video again, I swear I’ll.. I’ll.. I need to stop trying to swear that I’ll do something because I can never think of an appropriate threat.

Anyway, I found it a bit confusing at times, but other than the stupid song I quite enjoyed it. All the other songs were great (the mamma one was my favorite) and the acting was wonderful.

Good movie all in all.

I am now forbidden from keeping a glass of water on my nightstand at night.

Yes, for the third time in two weeks last night, I managed to knock over my water glass. It was especially bad this time as it was one of your huge sixteen oz cups and it was full to the brim. Of course my nightsand was covered in books and papers and lists and other crap which all got soaked. At least I managed to grab my portable CD player before it got too wet.

Trying to dry out books and clean up a flood at two in the morning really isn’t much fun. M was quite annoyed with me (he helped).

It’s water bottles at night for me from now on.

The other night I dreamed that I was altering the code for the bambino gestation counter that appears on this page and realized that I’d used the wrong date when I set it up in the first place..

In my dream, I changed the date to the correct one and the counter jumped from thirty-six weeks to thirty-nine, meaning the baby was due in less than a week. I freaked out because I didn’t have everything absolutely ready for the baby yet…

Guess who has been sewing up a storm since then? Well, not really, but I have been a bit more productive than usual. I washed all my unwashed fabric anyway, made another sheet for the cradle, and got started on the wipes.

It has given me something to do besides watch TV while I hide downstairs. It’s been pretty hot here the last couple of days (well, Saturday wasn’t bad actually, but I was out most of the day. Friday and today were hot), and upstairs tends to get rather unbearable. Unfortunately, the computer is upstairs, so I’ve been spending way less time on it (wait, perhaps that is a good thing). Anyway, that’s why I haven’t posted in the last few days. I know I had stuff I wanted to say here, but alas, it’s gone from my mind.

I made the first of the sheets for the cradle. It’s a little messed up, but it will do. I’ll be more careful with the next one.

Unfortunately, I have to run to the fabric store and buy more elastic before I can make the next one. I left the elastic out and the cats chewed it to bits.

Here’s what the cradle looked like before I cleaned it out to see how the sheet looked.

What a mess!

I put all the baby clothes from it, all of which were either given to us from friends who’s kids had outgrown them or purchased at garage sales, in the wash. I’m now going to go pull all the clothes I never or rarely wear out of my dresser and clean out a few drawers so I have some place to put the baby clothes. The hooded towels and receiving blankets can go in the linen closet.

Hee.

This is funny.

Introvertster is an online anti-social non-networking community that prevents people from ever bothering you while you’re online

The thing I don’t understand about fishy is that while you try to eat the smaller fish, and the larger fish try to eat you, the larger fish who aren’t you never try to eat the smaller fish who aren’t you.

You’d think that there would be fish gobbling each other up left and right.

I shouldn’t be up right now, but since I am I think that I will start the day off with a little whine.

Bleah.

I woke at five this morning when the stupid cat stood on top of me and purred until I pet him. He’s so cute, but why can’t he be cute during the day instead of when I’m trying to sleep?

Of course, I was up every hour or two for my usual forays to the bathroom. I didn’t have any trouble going back to sleep after those though. This time I couldn’t.

So here I am at seven in the morning when I should still be sleeping. I’ve been awake for two hours and up for one. I’m too tired to read, too tired to really write, too tired even to watch TV - though I doubt there would be anything good on at the moment anyway.

I’m even too tired to go back to bed because I wouldn’t be able to sleep and lying there with a headache wishing I was asleep really sucks.

Pity me.

I’ve been married for two years as of today. It’s hard to believe so much time has passed.

I have pretty flowers to prove it.

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In all my years of having my TV time interupted by “this is a test of the emergency broadcast system,” I’d never once actually heard/seen the system used for real. Until today, that is.

Right when the culprit was about to be revealed on Murder She Wrote, the screen switched over and I heard that annoying beeping.

“Oh great,” I thought, “they would do a test right now. Didn’t they just do one last week?”

Nope, not a test. Turns out that a tornado had touched down in somplace I’d never heard of (the system is for all of Alberta) and they were warning residents of the area to head to their basements.

It wasn’t anything that affected my area. But wow, for some reason I was surprised to learn that they actually use that thing when here I’d thought they just kept it around for perpetual testing!

Because I’m re-reading it right now..

On the way over he asked me if I had seen him on the Phil Donahue show on TV. That was a 1-hour show every weekday afternoon, which featured a small group of real people, not actors, who had had the same sort of bad things happen to them, and had triumphed over it or were barely coping or whatever. Thre were 2 very similar programs in competition with Donahue, and the old novelist Paul Slazinger used to watch all 3 simultaneously, switching back and forth.

I asked him why he did that. He said he didn’t want to miss the moment when, suddenly, there was absolutely nothing left to talk about.

Kurt Vonnegut Hocus Pocus Page 226

As always, any spelling errors are most likely mine, not from the original source. The number thing, however, is from the original source. The premise of the novel is that the narrator is writing his autobiography on any scrap of paper he can find, and apparently having him write all numbers as numerals instead of writing them out suited his character and the fact that he had little material to write on.

Perhaps I should start watching shows like that. I, too, would be interested in seeing the time when suddenly there was nothing left to talk about.

Historical journal note: the very y I put up in the journal mentioned reading Hocus Pocus.

There was an article in the paper today about six poor little puppies who were abandoned and were suffering from severe heatstroke when a well-meaning person brought them into the SPCA. It was the heatstroke that made them newsworthy; another opportunity to give a warning about leaving dogs in hot cars.

They published a picture! They shouldn’t do that. The puppies were just too cute.

I want to go get one of them now. We need a pupppy around here..

Of course this is absolutely the wrong time to be taking in a dog. Financially, we just can’t afford another responsibility. Time wise, our back yard is small and I am not going to be wanting to walk a puppy all the time now when its hot or later when the baby is here. Space wise, we’re already crowded in our two bedroom townhouse with two adults, four cats, and soon a baby.

The baby is of course the main reason - we’d thought to get a dog as soon as we had a house of our own (we’re hoping to be able to buy one next summer), but now we’re thinking we need to wait until the kid is older.

No puppies for us

Speaking of which though, I had the strangest dream last night. For uknown reasons, we took in two more cats which should have brought our total to six, but somehow it turned out that we actually had eight cats. Then we discovered that one of the cats was actually not a cat at all but a small dog, so we had seven cats and one small dog. Then one of the new cats got out and so we were looking all over for it and I was freaking out because the cat was so new that there was no way he would know this was his home and come back on his own… very strange.

It’s only sixty-six degrees here (19 C) and overcast. It looks like it might rain.

The weather gods are being kind to me today.

I love this weather. I wish that it could stay this cool all summer.

I feel for those of you in Europe right now. Glad that I’m not.

Doesn’t this look neat?

Essentially it’s daytime movies for parents with very small babies. The movies are aimed at adults, not kids, but the lights are left up a little, the sound is kept down, and no one minds if your baby cries because everyone there has a baby with them.

Now I’m thinking that I’ll have to go to one once the bambino arrives. Of course, it’s not like I ever go to movies now, but somehow having a special movie time for parents and infants just makes it seem a little more… special?

Last night the rain was lovely and viscious and the thunder was the wonderful kind that shakes your very bones. I love storms like that, except..
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I finally realized what I was craving earlier; cheese Doritos! See, I knew it would be something bad for me.

Fortunately, by the time I realized what it was I had been wanting, the craving had passed.

Now I’m in need of watermelon, which is a much better craving to have. True, it’s mostly sugar and not exactly health food, but still much better than Doritos.

These are the fabrics I picked up on sale the other day to make new sheets for the cradle from.

Aren’t they cute?

And yes, I just did crawl all the way under my desk - not an easy feat at the moment - to plug the card reader back in just so I could show these off.

Really must get those drivers fixed.