Warning! Warning!

Don’t you dare look at naughty pictures. It will lead you down a dark and dangerous path that ends with you being hit by a SUV!

Yes, you heard me. If you search the web for naughty pictures, you are in danger of being hit by an SUV at any time!

Oh, the horror of it all.

I probably shouldn’t find shaking this nearly as funny as I do.

The Family Tree by Sheri S. Tepper.

It was goood, but it won’t be numbering among my favorites.

I discovered Sherri S. Tepper’s The Gate to Women’s Country a while ago. It was a really excellant book and made me need to read more of her. Unfortunately, this one didn’t quite live up to it. Still, she’s definately worth reading.
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Little Girl seems to have discovered that hands are good for more than just sucking on and scratching her mommy with.

When she plays by herself on the play gym, she’s mostly been content just to babble at me and look at the toys hanging from it. She’d hit one of them with her hand in a moment of flailing every now and then, but she never really seemed to notice it.

Last night she was quite obviously deliberately hitting a toy to make it swing and rattle. She’s not reaching for toys that we hold or anything else yet, but every time we put her on her play gym she spends the whole time hitting at her toys. No more passive looking for my girl!

What a smart little girl.

I took her for her first set of immunizations yesterday. Rather traumatic for both of us.

It wouldn’t have been so bad for me if we could have just gone in and had them done. Instead there was the long wait in the waiting room because they were running behind, then we had to talk to the nurse for a bit about the normal health questions, then we had to sit there and wait while she got the needles ready.

That last bit was the worst for me. There I sat watching the nurse fill the needles while little girl sat on my lap and cooed and gurgled and sucked on her hands, completely innocent and unaware of what was coming for her.

The worst for Little Girl was the shots themselves, of course. She didn’t mind the first one two much - she just cried a little - but the second one offended her and the third one was too much. Still, it just took walking around for a few minutes to calm her down.

She seemed a little cranky last night, and I gave her baby Tylenol because I was worried that her poor little legs were sore. She didn’t seem to have a fever or anything though, and today she has been her normal cheeful self, so I guess that all is well in vaccine land.

She goes back for her next set on January 20th. I’m not looking forward to it at all. This time at least I will feel a little less guilty as I will be joining her in the missery department. I realized that I was a few years overdue for a tetnus shot, so I signed myself up to get stuck along with her.

Poor little girl.

How did I forget to link to this back when it was timely?

In early October I found the Gothtober Halloween countdown and was enchanted by it. I decided that I would have to go back every day to click on the new doors as they were added. I then promptly forgot all about it until just now when I clicked on the wrong bookmark and found myself there.

Halloween has come and gone, but it’s still neat to click and see the art pieces they had for each day.

Speaking of messing around with this blog..

I recently discovered that when I had to reinstall MT after my huge screwup, I accidently set it so that it required an email address be left with a comment. I didn’t mean to. I’d prefer that no email address be left than a fake one.

I turned the setting off. You now no longer need to leave an email address.

However, it would be nice if you did. I have the blog set so that email addresses won’t appear with the comment. If you leave a URL, your comment name will be a link to it, but if you don’t then your comment name will not link to anything.

I do get emails notification of comments though. If you leave an email address, that shows up as the senders address in my inbox. It makes it easier to reply to you by email if I should want to for some reason.

Oops.

I just noticed that while the post times were correct for posts in this blog, the listing on the bottom claimed that they were in PST. I swear I changed that when I moved here. Perhaps I accidently changed it back when I had to redo all my templates after accidently ruining my blog trying to upgrade MT a while ago?

In any case, no, I am no longer on the West Coast.

That’s hard to remember sometimes. I never actually forget that I am in Mountain time now, but I sometimes forget what that means. Mostly it screws me up when I’m trying to figure out what time a show will be on when the ad lists it with East Coast time. Having lived all my life on the West Coast before now, I still automatically try to subtract three hours. It should only be two.

It makes me sad only subtracting two. Homesick, I guess.

In any case, I’ve updated my templates. I’m now officialy blogging in Mountain Time.

I never liked Michael Jackson or his music.

When I was five, the girl who lived on the other side of the block across from us - one of my best friends - swore that she was going to marry him someday, but I couldn’t understand why she would want to. Michael Jackson was a bad person becaue he “socked” people.

I’m not sure exactly where that idea came from. I believe there must have been some story about him hitting someone. True or not, it put him in the catagory of criminal in my mind, for I’d been raised to believe that hitting was wrong. Never mind the frequent fistfights my brother and I got into around that age.

I don’t believe that I could have identified his music at the time, but as I grew older I certainly knew what it sounded like. I sitll never liked it. I never owned or wanted a Michael Jackson album. I did, however, have a tape of New Kids On the Block at one point, to my eternal shame.

I never liked him, but I did feel sorry for the man living under the weight of rumors and gossip and the never-closing public eye. I couldn’t understand why people wouldn’t just leave him alone and let him live his life.

Now I wish that the media would leave the issue alone. I’m sick of hearing about it. Was there anyone who couldn’t see this coming? Was there anyone who didn’t expect it?

Still, we’re all innocent until proven guilty in this country. It’s a matter for the courts and lawyers and such, not the scandal mongers. Most molesters are completely ignored by the media because - sadly - it happens all too often to mention it every time. Why should this be any different just because it’s Michael Freaking Jackson?

This blogging inspired by Pamie’s wonderful journal entry on the subject. I know I said I was sick of hearing about it, but reading Pamie’s writing on the subject is different. It’s not about the scandal or the man; it’s about her. Besides which, anything Pamie writes is always wonderful.

M and the little girl are downstairs watching the Heritage Classic together while I steal this moment on the computer.

I fear that he will make a hockey fan of her yet.

It snowed around Halloween, mostly melted a week or so ago, and we’ve had large lingering patches ever since.

Yesterday I did get hit with a few small flakes while walking to the mother-baby group, but just two or three.

So I did not expect the sight I saw when I opened the blinds this morning.

Around Halloween we had snow. Now we have SNOW.

I’ve had a bit of online time today, so rather than doing any of the pagemaking stuff I’ve been meaning to do for ages or answering email that I should have answered months ago, I’ve been catching up on the blogs and journals that I read.

Specifically, I was just catching up on Pamie who recently sold the movie rights to her book. Go Pamie.

Down at the bottom of her page she always says what she is reading. Lately she has been reading Margaret Atwood’s Cat’s Eye.

Hey, I read that recently. For that matter, the sidebar currently says that I am reading it, though I finished it nearly two months ago and have read several other books since (currently I’m on Omens written by Terry Goodkind and someone else who’s name I can’t remember).

I try to write here about every book I read, but lately I’ve been failing misserably.

Now all that I can remember about Cat’s Eye is that it is a darn good book and I wouldn’t mind reading it again.

I also remember that it really spoke to me, and that I had a ton to write about reading it back when I read it, but all that has fallen out of my brain by this time.

Stupid memory.

I’ve been feeling a bit down lately becaue of money woes (nothing too terrible; we’re just not sure if we will be able to buy a house this coming summer or not, and I really, really am sick of renting), how little sleep I get, how messy the house is, how fat I still am, etc. Most of the time I’m pretty happy; things just hit me every once in a while.

Then I think about just how bad things could be and how lucky I am right now.

Carrie’s latest brought me to tears. Sometimes I hate how cruel this world can be.

My problems? Really nothing.

I happened to glance at the calendar today - a rare occasion as; I never know what the date is - which was fortunate because I knew I had books due back on this date. How do the days fly by so fast? I’m sure that I just checked yesterday or so to make sure I had no books due back in the near future.

Seven books due back either today or tomorrow. I tried to renew them online, but the renewel only went through for one of them. I’d reached my renewal limit for four of them, and another two of them couldn’t be renewed because the item had holds.

I hate returning unread books to the library.

I used to be able to have this many books out and get them all read without renewing any of them…

The next set of books to be read is due back on the twenty-sixth.

When I logged in to movable type just now, I noticed that the entry count for this blog was 666. The last time I posted was Haloween; how eary is that?

Little Girl just spit up ove me to let me know what she thinks of it. That brings me to the title of this enty. She’s sittimg on my lap right now, so I must hold on to her with one arm. This typing with one hand thing is agonizingly slow.

We actually spend a lot of time sitting at the computer, listening to music (Sinead Lohan at the moment, who I thank Sarah for introducing me to ages ago), and spinning in the chair. It’s just to much of a pain to post with one hand most of the time, so I normally don’t bother. I hadn’t realized just how long it has been though.

Let’s see.. not much been going on here. Little girl is getting huge; she weighed nine pounds and six ounces when I took her in a week and a half ago which means that she gained a full pound and two ounces in two weeks and one day. We went to Value Village today and bought a bunch of new-to-us clothes for her. She’s outgrowing things at a scary pace.

That’s pretty much it for news. Oh; we rode the bus downtown last Thursday so I could pick up my new permanent resident card and she could get her passport picture taken. I’ll scan hers as soon as I find the time..

It won’t be long before I post again. Promise.