Monthly Archives: February 2006

Random request

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For whatever reason, I’ve become obsessed with getting a crib bumper. I had ordered one on ebay, allegedly red gingham, but it was PINK gingham, and that aint gonna work. I haven’t re-ebayed it, and after a fruitless search for soemthing that is gender neutral and doesn’t absolutely SUCK, I’m thinking I’ll make a slipcover for the pink gingham one.  I found a fabric at Joann that I LOVE, and Dave was with me and loved it too — gender neutral, an aqua base with asymmetrical ovals in lime, yellow, and orange on top, a sort of retro/mod ish print on a canvas-y material. But, it’s 7 bucks a yard, which I don’t think I’ve EVER paid that much for a fabric, EVER. And googling the hell out of it  (the end of the bolt called it "Teal Fruit Loop") isn’t getting me ANYWHERE. 

My request!

Does anyone have one of those 40% off coupons that Joann sends out in the monthly flyer you ahve to sign up for that you’d be willing to part with? I used to be on the list, but fell off or something, and re-adding myself says that it will take approximately 6-8 weeks for it to take effect, and that’s like, oy, full term.

It’s so ridiculous, really, since I plan on keeping babe in-room for an indefinite amount of time, but it’s become a point of hyperfocus for me or whatever. I have no idea why. Anyway, I just thought I’d put it out there in case anyone was about to toss the flyer.

Oh, and a "damn, this is one small state" thingie for you:

The SVTs that I wrote about last month, in my aqua class? WELL. Okay. This is complex. 2 weeks ago, one of the SVTs and I were the only ones in the class, and after we talked for a long time because it turned out we had taught several of the same kids, me in middle school, and she when they went to her high school. That was a close-enough connection, enough to have a conversation, right? So, yesterday, Jess was talking about wanting to do the Kenduskeag, and how they needed a canoe, and blah blah blah, they have friends who ahve lots of canoes, and L teaches at OHS, and blah blah and I was all, "Wait!? Does she have 2 boys?" and, in about 3 minutes, yes, the SVT is a good friend of Jess’ husband, and thusly, Jess. Then she said "Oh, yeah, she and her husband, JR Lastname have been friends of ours for years… blah blah blah." And the name sounded SO familiar, and I couldn’t quite place it, but I knew that L had mentioned that her husband was a guide, so I figured it was either from the Lake, or from the group that took my classes down the river the last few years. I emailed my mom, asking "I know this name, who is it, do you know?" and sure enough, L and her husband have a camp on the stream, husband is an active maine guide based out of said camp, and L did some work for the land trust last summer. "So, if I mention your names, she’d know who you are?" Mom: "OH, absolutely." (Since my dad is also a guide, and part of the land trust, and you know, it’s a small damn town. Therefore, L of the SVTs is connected to me via students, Jess’ family, and my own PARENTS. I have to miss class this week because of a faculty meeting, but heh, I can’t wait to be like "Hey! I think we’re almost cousins!"  Plus? She’s due a month before me, apparently lives at the Lake all summer, which means that HELLO someone to hang out with at the Lake/on the beach/whatever when I go up this summer. BUILT IN SUMMER FRIEND for the widget. Not bad.

Change of plans

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Well, I didn’t end up taking pictures at the waterworks today, because when we got back from breakfast with friends (ha! complaining about our antisocial-ness, and fr the first time EVER we meet 6 people for breakfast at Pat’s) there was a message from my friend Jess looking for someone to go with her to Freeport. Since she has 3 kids, and is a SAHM (until recently, when she started working part time for Bean) I know that if she has opportunity for a day away, it’s a rare thing, and I called her up to say "HELL YES!" (See: Previous mentions of recognizing the loss of spontaneity that comes with motherhood) We left around noon, and spent a REALLY long time in LLBean, but she had a list, and a discount, on top of the sale that was happening. I didn’t get anything — couldn’t find the Quallofil blanket I had seen in the catalog, and didn’t want to waste my 30 Bean bucks on anything else — but I did really hold back from buying an orange fleece pullover, because, really, who knows how big my baby will be by the time it needs an orange fleece pullover.  But the 3-6 mos size? WAS SO CUTE. And soft. Oy.  Near the end of our time in Bean, I could be found resting on benches and watching Jess’ bag of stuff, and I was getting super tired.

We ate lunch at the Freeport Cafe, one of my favorite spots down there. A cup of corn chowder, BLT on rye, and a tall coke later, I was rejuvenated and we headed off to Babies R Us in Portland, where I was in search of diaper liners. I’d seen them there before, with Amy, but goddamn if I couldn’t find them. I pored over the diaper section, and even peeked through the shelves to the stockroom to see if I could see anything labeled "GERBER," but I couldn’t. I was SO. PISSED. We did another lap, and Jess noticed a sign that said Gerber, so we headed in that direction, but it was all sippy cups. I realized there HAD to be a section with cloth diapers, that even people who don’t CD use them for cleanup, burp cloths, etc, and we hadn’t seen them yet.  I turned the corner and there they were, the long-sought after beige box. So, I uhhh, bought some.  Annemarie, this pic is for you:

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I left 2 boxes on the shelf, seriously, so that if anyone else came in they could find at least a box. When I checked out, the girl said "oh, wow, we have these in? They sell out really quickly. Do you want me to see if they have more?" Heh. I told her we’d come 2 hours in search of them, but that this should tide me over for now.  I also picked up a Nicole Miller Snugli carrier, that was on sale, and I had a coupon for, for 20 bucks. We have the fleece slings, but there’s still that niggling "but everyone has a Bjorn, too!" and for 20 bucks, that itch has been scratched. Hell, I can ebay it if I don’t like it. I found a pack of neutral gowns, as well, and had a coupon for those, too, and topped it off with a $5 off coupon I got from a formula company (that thinks I had a baby in December) and a free roller shade for the car.  Then we left, got drinks from Target after waiting in the World’s Slowest Express Line (seriously, credit cards should not be OFFERED in that line, and apps not FILLED OUT) and headed home. Oof, now I’m tired.  But I do have over 1000 diaper liners now.

27weeks!

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Seriously? Third tri already? NUH –UHHHH.

My folks came through last night to drop off the camera and take us to dinner before flying out to Aspen via Orlando, which sounds positively Rich People, which is so funny, because my parents first home together was a cabin in the woods, atop a hill that they drove their Land Rover (not Range Rover, but like, Mutual of Omaha Land Rover) to the base of, where they then fired up a Ski-Doo for the last mile or so, which was always a pain when they had clean laundry, apparently. Or when you consider that one of their first incomes was raising pigs. The Orlando/Aspen thing is that my dad’s cousin lives in Orlando and is a doctor, and got some great rate to attend a doctor convention in Aspen, so my folks are tagging along, and it was cheaper to go to Orlando first. Heh. ANYWAY.

They brought me the D70, which has a brand new speedlight flash (A.MAZ.ING.) so that I can take pics at the tourneys for their client schools. BUT, that means I have a D70 and a new speedlight flash to play with for the rest of the month, which is what I’ll haul down to the Waterworks tomorrow, which is a good thing. FUN!

Also a good thing, it’s COLD OUT. I am so annoyed with people bitching that its cold out, so I keep responding to the whining with “IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE COLD. It’s FEBRUARY in MAINE.” I’m especially sensitive this year, I think, BECAUSE I’m pregnant. What kind of planet have I chosen to populate? UGH. I mean, it’s FEBRUARY 10, and there is not ONE LICK of snow on the ground. We haven’t had a major storm yet. (There is snow forecast for Sunday, and I really hope it pans out.) I mean, I don’t like the slippery roads and the shoveling and the bundling and all of that, but I like it a whole lot more than a nonexistent polar ice cap.

Another random thought — I never had a ‘bachelorette’ party, because, well, I didn’t want one. Or NEED one. I didn’t feel like I needed a last hurrah before marrying Dave, or whatever, and I didn’t… but I wonder why they don’t do something like that for pregnant women? Not a big drunken bash, but some sort of celebration where you get to have one last night out with friends before you are tied down with a baby. Not that babioes equal being tied down, but I definitely see motherhood as threatening my social ties in a MUCH bigger way than marriage did. I won’t have that spontaneity anymore, to just call Andy and say “HEY! Let’s catch a movie in 20 minutes!” or to just — be spontaneous. There should be some acknowledgement of that in some way. I was telling Jeanne that my fantasy would be to have all of my IRL and internet friends descend upon Boston or something, and have a big lunch date, or a slumber party, before I go into the cave of PostPartumville with a newborn… (As a side note, anyone that will be vacationing in Vacationland this summer, if you are going to any of the major destinations, I am so on the way, and would love to meetup and have lunch or something, seriously!)

I have a new GA working with me this semester, who is from India. She’s only been in the US for 16 months, and spent the first 10 months in West Virginia, so is now experiencing a Maine winter. Hah. Anyway, she’s very sweet, and brought me in homemade palak paneer today, which is SO COOL. I love the palak paneer!

Finally, an email conversation between Dave and I:

gretchen:
Maybe instead of the ocean wonders crack* thing, we should get the baby one
of these to help it fall asleep at night??

http://www.badlighting.net/

(*Apparently, the Ocean Wonders crib toy thing is the Best Thing Ever, but it HAS to be the older one with the rectangular display, and not the new one with the round face, and despite telling him over and over that you can only get the older one on amazon, he checks EVERY STORE for it, and it’s referred to as “the crack model.”)

dave:
WHAT THE CHRIST?

Last day of the 2nd Tri

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Well, here I am. LAST DAY OF THE SECOND TRIMESTER. HOLY CRAP.  To celebrate, I got my first unsolicited (I think that’s the word I’m looking for?) "When are you due?!" from a staff member.  I’ve been getting LOOKS for a while now, but my maternity wear is pretty much exactly what my non-maternity wear has been…. jeans and an old navy long sleeved stretchy v-neck t-shirt. I haven’t gotten into the bows and ducks and crap, and seriously doubt I WILL, and I haven’t worn any wry t-shirts that say stuff like "eating for two!" or anything. (And was forbidden by Jenne to ever wear a tank top that said "OH BABY!" in rhinestones across the chest, which, YES, they exist.)  WHile I’ve been getting looks, I’ve gotten not ONE comment until today, when the info desk admin assistant came down and looked at me, looked down, looked up and beamed "OH! When are you due!!!!????" Then she asked all the usual questions "Is this your first? How are you feeling? Do you know what you’re having?" (And gotpositively THRILLED when I said we weren’t finding out…) Since she sits in the hub of activity, I imagine more people will find out, and the ‘trying not to look’ looks will ease up.

Today was a pain getting to school. I left early-early, because I wanted/needed to make up hours from Monday when I skipped to watch brokeback mountain, and to get a parking space anywhere NEAR campus you pretty much have to avoid the 10-11 hour.  I left at around 8:30, and first was confronted by a major slowdown on 95, as they’d reduced traffic to one lane to patch potholes or something, and as I’m creeping up the highway, I realize that I’ve left my parking pass in Dave’s car, when we had to switch on Tuesday. FUCK. Parking services LOVES to ticket, especially if you’re going to be there ALL DAY and a goodly part of the evening. So, I turned around at the mall and headed BACK to the station to get my pass.  On the way back, I decided to skip the highway completely, and take State street instead. I got here by 9:30 — almost a full hour of being in my car. Argh.

But, I did take these two pics with my phone as I was waiting at the light at Broadway, which, they are cell phonepics, but I like them anyway. 

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I also need to get down to the Waterworks site REALLY soon, because i can’t believe how much is gone already. Such a cool collection of buildings, and they’re being torn down to build some transitional housing…. butstill, I’m glad I have the pictures I do have. (There are some in the snappity album, I think.) By this weekend, anyway. I don’t think they are demo’ing on the weekends, AND, Dave doesn’t have to work.

Dave has actually been in the waterworks buildings, for his freelance guy, and was totally impressed. How could you not be? HUGE, massive, gears, and those left-behind things, like pieces of the set of "Graveyard Shift" and such.

But I WANT CAKE!!!

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Well, I was right at the cutoff for the GD test, 135, which means I have to do the fasting 3-hour next Monday.

I am also anemic, and need to start taking iron 2x a day. Any recommendations for a good iron pill that won’t ruin my digestive life?

I really wanted cake at my shower. That was my silver lining!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK.

Monday Off

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One way to make yourself feel a little more like you have friends is to not go to work in favor of watching the gay cowboy movie with Andy. Just a tip.

It was a crazy day, ANYWAY. I had the one hour glucose test, and I thought I’d go in, drink the stuff, and wait an hour, but it ended up that I went in, waited for more than half an hour, THEN drank the stuff and waited another hour. Meanwhile, fatkitty was fasting at home for her OWN diabetes test, and I had made plans with Andy to see the 12:30 Brokeback Mountain showing, and I didn’t leave EMMC until 11:40, anyway.

I raced home, scooped the cat into her new, larger carrier (WORTH the 25 bucks to be able to get her IN with one motion, no treats, etc) and hauled her off to the vet. She got drawn, and at 12:25, I was releasing her back into her living room territory (and giving her a scoop of food, for which she was most thankful.)  I met Andy at the theater, and we sat down during previews and didn’t miss anything. It was a crazyass morning.

The movie was great, oh, I crieeeeed, it was so good. SInce I had eaten all of 2 slices of wheat toast, 120z or whatever of that nastyass orange soda glucose drink, and a granola bar, Andy and I headed to Uno’s where I scarfed down a flatbread before racing to make my class. Then, the ATM started screwing up during class, so we left early. Whew.

Today I’ll go in and work, class tonight, and tomorrow I get my Rhogam shot. Whee.

Showery Pt II

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Thanks for the tips…. unfortunatetly coed doesn’t work: we don’t HAVE couple friends, and it would just mean more inalws.  And booze doesn’t work as most of my ILs don’t drink, and would be totally weirded out to have it there.

It’s just . . . weird. It isn’t like our wedding, for instance, which was An Event, and my family flew in to attend.  At that one, Dave’s was outnumbered by my family, simply because I have a bigger one. But it was also OUR event, we were both there, you know? And he won’t be at the shower. I think it’s a great idea to have coed showers, don’t get me wrong, but we just don’t have the people to do it. Dave’s friends aren’t married or settled down, at ALL, (did you see the pic of the best man? Heh) and those that are, live elsewhere.  We aren’t dinner-party people, we’ve had Matt & Sarah over um, once, and that’s it.  Dave is pretty hermit-y, really, I’M the ‘social butterfly’ with a guest list of… four. 3 I’ve known for 10 years or longer, and one (Debbie) from the last 2 years.

I mean, I have my differences with my ILs, AS YOU KNOW. But I’m not so much of a bitch that I don’t recognize that it’s really kind of them to WANT to have a shower for me. My family will be popping up over the summer — my sister plans to come help out in May, first to work in my place over the busy season that I am due RIGHT SMACK DAB in the middle of (anyone want to do some freelance weekend photography? You get to play with a D70!), and then to help out postpartum with making meals and doing laundry and stuff.  One of my aunt summers up here, and my cousins visit her throughout the summer.  My GRANDMA is even talking about flying up this summer, which is HUGE, since Grandma does NOT fly. Apparently JetBlue goes from Austin to Boston direct, though, and she thinks she could do that, with my folks picking her up in Boston. More than that, GRANDPA might do it too, who is even MORE of a non-flier than grandma. Grandma did fly several  years ago to visit her sister before she died, but grandpa? Nope. Ironically enough, he had his pilot’s license and a plane until the mid 80s, but commercially, he’s refused, and they’ve always driven up. The last time they were in Maine was in 2001. If they come up, my aunt & uncle would probably come too, and my cousin Eric might come up for the summer to work again, as he did a few years ago. So I’ll SEE my family once the baby is born, but this little party is just odd.

It does make me feel better knowing that other people have been in the situation of "it’s my shower, and it’s not MY family" (Mrs K, I’m looking at you!) and survived. I mean, at the very least there will be CAKE, right?

Showery Stuff

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Today I went out with my friend Jess for a few hours, and on the way to drop me off, she asked if there was any shower planned for me yet, which, there isn’t. She offered to host it if no one else did, which was very sweet, because "Everyone needs a shower."  We visited my MIL afterwards, who also asked what the deal was with the shower, and I mentioned that my mom wanted to do something, but over here, because that’s where most of the people were, and my MIL told me to tell her to call so they could plan something for next month.

That’s all well and good, and then I tried to think of who I would invite. I came up with FOUR PEOPLE. (I mean, aside from Dave’s family and my mom, as I don’t have any local family other than my parents.)  And of those four people, one is my coteacher, who was my niece’s teacher many years ago, and whom my SIL despises and complained about to the principal on more than one occasion. So, already uncomfortable. (Deb is a damn ROCK when it comes to conflict and weird situations, and no one else in the room would know of the history but those invloved, and me, but still. You know? But it’s MY shower, so I can have them both there, right?) ANd then, nothing. Not Andy, because I love him enough to not make him the token gay man at an otherwise all-girl shower, but um, yeah.

I never had a wedding shower, and the baby showers I’ve been to have been filled with big families — my niece has all her family right here, and her friends from the teen mom program were there.  My friend Jess is surrounded by family, and I went to a shower for her friend Renee, who had tried for years to get pregnant, and adopted. The first baby was home for 2 days before the birth mother reneged, and whenthe second adoption was a sure thing, the shower was so huge it was held in a rented hall. I went because I was so, so, so happy for her and her husband to have finally arrived as parents, that I wanted to share that, you know?  Anyway, showers? I have no clue.

It was easy with the wedding, we had 30 seats and a strict list of requirements to make the guest list. But with the shower list, I have no idea who gets invited, who doesn’t, who would be offended either way. It’s just weird, with having my family spread out everywhere, you know? And not being in a job where people would be invited naturally. 

ANyway.  SHower advice? Anything?

My SIL emailed me yesterday to ask how I was doing,  and to ask about what we had or needed and if we were registered anywhere, and I’d replied that we had some basics and sent her a link to the baby blog, thinking she’d find the registry stuff there… and in the email I mentioned that we had diapers already, as we were doing cloth and that many of my friends used cloth, and that modern cloth diapering was a lot easier than it used to be. At my MILs, she worked around to that, saying that "J said you got cloth diapers?" in that "you are foolish to think that will be doable" voice. I ended up explaining what I’d gotten, how you don’t need pins, what the wraps were like now (not ‘plastic pants’) about the magic of Gerber EZ Liners, and high efficiencey washing machines, etc… and she was really surprised. Talked about how it used to be, and said "I guess I never considered that things have gotten better since I used them[40+ years ago..]"  I think I’m going to take pictures and put them in the baby blog to explain why we’re doing it, and how it isn’t slaving over a giant kettle of boiling water and trying not to stab the baby and stuff.

ETA: I just posted this at ADL, trying to flesh out why I’m feeling so weird about it:

I think what it is is that it feels like my ILs party. From that side,
it will be at least five people — MIL, 2 SILs, and my 2 (adult)
nieces. And then me and my mom, and a couple of friends, one of which
has a history with an SIL/niece combo, and two others who really
dislike each other in general, but are grownup enough to deal with it
maturely. It’s really been bringing me down tonight, and I think it’s
partly that MY sister and aunts and grandma and such won’t be there
(scattered around the country), and I’ve just been feeling out of sorts
wrt friends lately. Mostly because I’m not in a job where I have
coworkers that are becoming friends, and my friends from my teaching
job I haven’t seen in a while (I did visit the school at christmas) so
it feels weird to invite them. (One invited me to a Pampered Chef
party, which I’m excited to go to simply BECAUSE I miss my old work
friends…) If it was this time last year, I would feel that I had more
friends to invite, just by virtue of having worked with them for 2
years and seeing them every day. It’s odd how NOT seeing them every day
you can lose touch so quickly.

It’s not so much about presents
— my family, due to our farflung homes, are big fans and users of the
online registry, and generous to boot — but about feeling like I’m in
the minority at my own party.

Raaaaiiinnn

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Seriously, this winter is freaking me out. Exta special freaking out, because I am PREGNANT.  It is FEBRUARY 5! FIVE!  And 45 degrees and pouring rain. We haven’t had a significant snowfall YET this year. There is no snow visible outside, except for one small rotten patch where we, okay, DAVE, had shoveled the few inches we’ve gotten from the driveway. January, we had that warm stretch and people were like "Oh, this is weird, but HAHA, its the January Thaw! You know we’re in for it soon!" And we’ve set record high temps for the last THREE WEEKENDS.  January was almost 10 degrees warmer than normal. It freaks me out, this is MAINE, there is supposed to be SNOW.  Everyone keeps saying "oh, just wait! We’ll be eating our words!" Thing is, we’d be up to our NECKS in snow if it had been cold enough for what rain we’ve had to BE snow. But no. 45, 50, those kinds of temps. That is FUCKED UP.

And it really bothers me when people are like "Oh, I LOVE IT! I HATE THE COLD!" Great. Move the fuck away. We NEEEED winter inMaine, for so many environmental reasons, and, for the capitalists out there, our economy needs winter, too.  Yes, there are those random weird 45-50 degree days where the sun beats down and the icicles start to drip, and everything smells cold and clean and you’re reminded that winter doesn’t last forever, and it feels gooood. But this kind of weather, this miserable soggy no-snow weather, this makes me scared. It’s really just too… not right. At least Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow — so maybe we will get some winter before this is all over.

Yesterday was productive — we cleaned the house, I got ALL the dishes done, not just "all the dishes except this one pan that I’ll let soak" that ends up being added to throughout the day, I washed my prefolds for the first time and now that they’ve shrunk up a bit, I can see how they’ll fit an infant (because unshrunk? I was really concerned. In my head, I was thinking "These do not look like AnneMarie’s . . ." but now they do.), and we had a wasted trip to the vet’s office. 

The vet wants a fructosamine test, and had just said "yeah, drop in and a tech will draw it," so weloaded her up and went out, and the tech was all "Um, did he mention fasting?" (he hadn’t) and she left to asks omeone else, and came back with one of those "my stupid boss" eyerolls and apologized for wasting our time, because a) it needs to be a 12hr fasting test, and B) needs to be done on a Monday or Tuesday to get to the lab in time.  Which means I need to try to wrestle the cat into her carrier on Monday, by myself, and WITHOUT TREATS. FUCK. I am SERIOUSLY considering buying a bigger carrier for her, since she so barely fits in the one she has — it’s like a shell she should be molting soon. The carrier has been hers since she was a kitten, and we don’t need it but once a year or less, so it feels silly to upgrade for an 11 year old cat that probably has diabetes, but then, if she does have diabetes (which, from what I’ve heard and the vet has said, is really affordable to manage, so it’s not a death sentence) will we be needing it more?  Dave wanted to take her in the sling, figuring it would probably be the easiest method of transport. Heh.

I called Debbie, my former coteacher, who picked me up and drove me around town as I did some errands — returning the OldNavy overalls (SERIOUSLY, wouldnt mat overalls have MORE room in the belly???), picking up catlitter, a valentine for Dave (An alarm clock that sets itself! I gave one to my dad for christmas,and my parents are raving about it. We have lots of little power bumps here, why, I’m not sure, but Dave is always having to set all the clocks, and this one will be his new alarm clock, which isthe most important one. You know, geeky gadgety valentine.), toilet paper, and what I THOUGHT were gender neutral infant gowns. I’ve been looking for them everywhere, and they seem to come in femme pink and lil slugger blue, and that’s IT, but I saw a package that them with little multicolored stars all over. Since I hadn’t seen any gender neutral ones before, I bought them for myself, and then Debbie bought a package of caps and the little mittens to match. Hee. When I got home, though, only one was the star pattern, and the other was all blue stars with a patch featuring a teddy bear hitting a baseball.  Oh well.

We wrapped up the errands with tea and pie at Governor’s, and I got to hear all about the craziness at school. Oy, seriously, I am so glad I’m not there. SO GLAD. Oh, and? Angie, my former coworker who really pissed me off by the end of the year last night with the ‘coy fertility’ talk while I was miscarrying, who ended up being, in fact, pregnant, and insisted her May wedding was NOT so sudden because of pregnancy, had her baby the first week of January. "6 weeks early," and um, 8 pounds.  Even the kids were doing the math on that one.  Which, whatever, why not just be honest? We had a short engagement, and I KNOW people were wondering if I was pregnant. Actually, telling my parents was "Dave and I want to get married next month but I’m NOT PREGNANT." Literally.  And people can DO the math…. so weird.  Of course, as they say "The first one can come at any time, but the rest take 9 months."

Dave had to work the hockey game, so I watched from home as Maine got their asses handed to them by UNH, breaking a streak of having trounced UNH at home every time for the last five years or so.  They split for the weekend, but still. UM vs UNH is like the Superbowl of UM Hockey, so it’s an especially painful loss, but more importantly, when did I start to care? hee.

Today we are thinking we’ll tackle the baby room. There’s some stuff that needs to come out — crates of teaching materials, the big table that held my sewing machine, some other stuff — and we need to put together the changing table (yay, Marden’s!) and make it look a little less like a big closet, and more like a bedroom.  I need to put the books on the shelves, and clean the light fixture (which BUGS me every time I look at it, but I have issues with dirty overhead light fixtures) and condense all of the baby clothes that are floating around — random stuff like the Misfits and UM onesies, the gowns I just got, the "you WILL have a baby" outfit Amy got me when I had my miscarriage, etc, and just try to get a baseline to start from in there.  Baby will be in our room indefinitely, but we still want to have a place to corral all of its stuff.

But seriously. We need some winter, stat.

No, I mean REALLY GEEKY

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Remember how I mentioned that I got a gawker media commenting account because of the email I sent about the stupid Orbitz thing? ANYWAY. I made my first comment this week, and DUDE! I got quoted! I DARE YOU to guess which one is me without clicking on the links, Hee.

Also, I am SO PISSED that Timber Tina got voted off last night in Survivor. I had HUGE hopes for her. She spends summers running the Great Maine Lumberjack show just up the road a piece in Trenton, and always does stuff on local tv (ie, Dave’s station) each summer, and she is not only a really tough chick, but she has personality and is good with cameras/crowds. OBVIOUSLY, since she brought on some of the best snark early in the show. "Uh, you’re afraid of LEAVES?" Coming from a PROFESSIONAL LOGROLLER, etc, that was pretty funny.  ANyway. That was stupid, regardless of my rooting for her, because you don’t vote off the strongest when you need the strongest to help your TEAM. Because a team of weaklings "I should have stayed on the couch" can use all the help they can get. Fucking old women.

See? REALLY GEEKY.