Looking to the East - An MMP

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I’M DONE WITH GRAD SCHOOL HOMEWORK FOR THE ENTIRE WEEKEND!!!
I am very excited. I am going for a walk soon, and then, my good book, Espresso Tales by Alexander McCall Smith, and then bed. Tomorrow is cleaning day–but NO HOMEWORK hanging over my head. Sunday we may go to the Shedd Aquarium and stare at the fish.

Lisslar–it’s not the you’ll die (you may have noticed that the woman is NOT the focus of the pregnancy here), it’s that drinking alcohol puts you at risk for Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. They say they know of no minimal limit, so best to not imbibe. Me, personally, say an ocassional glass of wine never hurt anyone. Afterall, humans have been drinking wine for centuries… Welcome to parenting–where no one thinks you’re right and everyone knows how to do it better. <sigh>
Off to ENJOY my evening. I may even get laid. (I did not just say that. No, I did not)…

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I think I may have to turn in my girl card. I spent an hour and a half at DSW, while they were having a sale, and I didn’t buy anything. While I was there, I saw a woman who had no pants on. No skirt or dress either. She just popped out to the shoe sale wearing a blouse and black tights. Faded black tights. With white underwear. Everyone who walked past her went :eek: as they realized that no, her skirt hadn’t ridden up, she really had nothing on below the waist but her tights. And bright white underwear. I know clothing standards have gotten more relaxed, but that’s a little too far for me. PSA: If you’re going to wear tights as pants, they should be the kind **without **the girdle.

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:eek:

Waah?

:eek:

<note to self> avoid all DSW stores in future. :eek:

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Came home. Wife came home. (I) Whined about being tired, crabby and not wanting to make dinner. Plan works. Wife suggests we go find food served by a capable wench.

Off we go to the Friday’s, which appears to have just opened today. Get in car, drive. Alas, this is a “false opening” at which you need reservations (yes, I said Fridays). Smile understandingly at snooty Fridays girl.

Go to Red Robin. Mucho mucho crowded there. Lines of people waiting for tables. People with “kids”. Spy that there are NO PEOPLE sitting at the bar.

Joy and happiness ensue.

We meet the absolutely delightful young Nichole, who is glad for the company. Probably by the end of the night also grateful for the tip.

Appetizers and burger ensue. (Wife has soup, how dull is that?)

Merriment is made of the fact that the statue of the “Red Robin” in the place appears to be nothing but a Daffy Duck dropped into a vat of red dye # 2.

Beer ensues.

Now we are home.

Note to self: Please try to forget the delightful and very cute Nichole before muttering something possibly incriminating in my sleep. This will likely involve more beer and/or Ambien

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It is late. It took 3 tries to find the MMP. I took about 3 hours’ worth of nap and am still groggy. Hopefully I can fall back asleep soon and continue catching up on sleep?

GT

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It’s nearly one am and I can’t sleep, dammit.

It’s now Saturday, so I can’t even say happy Friday.

We had quite the blustery and rainy day yesterday, with more of the same today. Yesterday, though we had winds with speeds of 62 MPH in certain areas. The power went out for numerous people. Mine blinked off, then on again, so it didn’t really affect me too much.

Yesterday, some numbnuts went out kiting on Lake Washington yesterday and promptly got himself killed. For those of you who don’t know what kiting is, I 'll try to explain it. The kiter uses a sort of wakeboard and a very large kite. He uses the kite to pull himself through the water and catch some serious air.

Congrats on the maybe job SCL. I hope things work out for you.

Although I can’t sleep, I’m too out of it to try and type anymore.

Maybe some bad TV will make me sleep.

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What a night - broken sleep and stupid dreams. It’s gonna be a long day.

I think I heard 10 or 13 raindrops falling sometime after I went to bed. When I took the doggies out for their morning pee, nothing looked particularly wet, but it was blessedly cool - temps dropped into the 50s which was wonderful after the low 80s and humidity of yesterday. Is it ever gonna be autumn? Or will we fart around with late summer, then plunge into 10 minutes of winter, and back into muggy? Stoopit weather.

I really should start some laundry. Yep, I should. Watch me think about starting some laundry. <yawn> It’s gonna be a long, crazy day, including such bonus moments as “Trying to Find an Appropriate Suitcase” and “Remembering to Pack a Week’s Worth of Professional Garb” and “Running to WalMart to Get some Other Crap that I Need”, all on top of “Finishing With Glaze and Getting the Kiln Loaded and Running.”

Admit it - you want my life. Don’t lie - I know you want it. Well, today, you can have it. No, seriously - it’s yours. I’ll be in the corner napping.

Happy Saturday, all!

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gerrouttamycorner! mmblmmblmmph::snore::
actually I am up and dressed and off to work for a few - gotta love that paid o/t.

later, dudes and dudettes

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Urgh. Cat jumping on my head all night. It got so bad I dreamed I couldn’t sleep. Yick. Locked the cat out eventually.

My, we’re a cheery bunch this morning! :smiley: :wink:

rigs, yes, my midwife explained all that, and it agreed with my tentative research- we don’t know how much is harmful, we can’t experiment (obviously) because that would be horrible- but that the chances of contracting FAS by having half a glass of wine seem vanishingly slim, especially in view of the more-casual attitude to moderate drinking in places other than North America.
There’s a baby stuff sale at a church up by QD’s this morning. I’m thinking I won’t go. I was going to, but it’s over at noon and it’ll take me an hour to get there. And it’s ten now, and I haven’t had breakfast. So the benefits of cheap stuff are outweighed by my laziness, plus knowing I can’t transport anything big back on the subway by myself.
Maybe I’ll go fabric shopping instead. :smiley:

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Just got back home after a night of drunken-ness. :: looks sheepish :: I had a vodka cranberry and a glass of wine on am empty stomach and that was enough to make me quite tipsy. I ended up staying over at a friend’s house, so drunken posting did not ensue, unfortunately.

:: looks at pile of papers to grade :: Ugh. I need coffee.

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No snow. Liars.

I have to do laundry today. Such fun.

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I am caffeinating. I am probably going to go back to bed. I was up until 2am reading, then woke up again at 4:30, so I’m not slept out. A nap before the game tonight will probably happen.

A friend of mine’s dad died this morning. I know it isn’t polite to speak ill of the dead, and I know his children and wife are hurting, but they ought to be dancing and singing “Ding dong that bastard’s dead! Thank Og that mean old bastard’s dead!” He was mean before he got old and ill, and age/illness did not mellow him. Example: if he didn’t want to go to the hockey game that night, instead of telling his wife he didn’t want to go he would wait until they got there and piss himself. (If it was a night he wanted to go, he would let her know in time to get him to the “family” bathroom. He only pissed himself when he was mad at his wife.) I know they are hurting and I am sorry for their pain, but I also hope they don’t feel guilty when the relief sets in.

TONIGHT IS HOCKEY!!

Go Snakes Go!

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How does the cat know when you need to continue sleeping, and select that time to play? Secret Cat Sense, I’m sure. Damn cat kept me up from 4 am until about 5, then when I’m ready to get up, he’s sound asleep at the foot of the bed.

Yes, I DID wake him, why do you ask?

Coffeefied, Frosted Flakes ate, now off to: Library, gym, somewhere to buy a new food processor, then groceries.

When I get home, probably will have to pull flowers out and put stoopid Halloween ghost lights in the yard.

My stomach is making gurgling noises that can be heard across the room.

Cats are playing, which translated, means Cuervo is chasing them both around the house.

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Up and caffeinating, soon to be at work. Nelly tried to get Lucretia to play this morning, cat said no. Nelly is either out of shape, or the world’s laziest dog. Most walks end with me carrying her back in.

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Mornin’ all. Up and caffienating.

It’s another gray day here, with more rain on it’s way.

I have chores to do, but I’m thinking I need to wake up a little more. I also need to go to the store. I need dog food, along with some people food.

Nothing much else going on.

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Forgive me, but this has me in stitches. I have quite a mental image of you first encouraging Nelly, than mildy berating her, then tugging on her leash, and then, finally, with a sigh of exasperation, picking her up and carrying her.
The sly smile in her eyes can be seen over your shoulder. Are you sure she’s not part cat?

Re the kiting. I was reading along, wondering how anyone could die from floating bad checks (barring loan sharks) and then I read on. Stupid way to die.
I am up, have filled the birdfeeder, am now eating brunch (pizza, if you’re interested). I lolled in bed, finishing up my very good read and now must face housecleaning and chores. But NO homework! Woot!

A made to order day out there today: coolish, breeze, brilliant sunshine. It’s a great day–I hope all of you have one as well.

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Evenin’ all. Nice day today, isn’t it? :smiley:

Hi Haze! How’s the head???

MamaTigs, the spackle-feeding description was something I got from LiLi, I think, so unfortunately if world domination is in anyone’s sights, it’s not mine!

LiLi, both my Obstetricians (both Australian) and the midwife (British) at the Maternity Clinic here were of the view that an occasional glass of wine during pregnancy is not a huge risk. I found the benefits of relaxation from having a watered-down glass of wine after a really crappy day at work far outweighed any other concerns. And judging by HRH’s development to date, she’s not suffered any from my “boozing”! Of course, my older sister (a GP / family physician) and my parents are of the “no, no, no” school, so no matter what you do, there will always be someone out there ready to tell you you’re wrong!

It’s the same thing with schedules, too. My personal experience has been that feeding on demand is the best option up to weaning. That said, once Noor was demanding feeds on a more-or-less 4-hourly basis and sleeping through from 10pm to 6am (from about 8 weeks old), she pretty much fell into a schedule of her own design (feeds at 6am, 10am, 2pm, 6pm and 10pm). Nap-times were never scheduled, but when I saw she was tired I put her down to have a sleep. HRH still doesn’t have fixed nap-times, but is transitioning from 3 daytime naps down to 2. Now that HRH is starting on solids (and will be going to daycare from early November, when I go back to work :frowning: ), she needs a more fixed routine, so we have worked out a meal schedule (based around breakfast, lunch and dinner) so my husband and I (and eventually the daycare people) are working off the same page.

I had my sleep-in this morning, and then went to lunch with my girlfriends. I had roast duck breast with a cranberry jus, NOT au gratin and steamed vegetables, followed by a dessert called Peanut Fudgies - 3 peanut butter cookies stacked with hazelnut ice cream in between and topped with milk chocolate mousse (EEEVIL!).

HRH was a good girl this evening - had her bottle, snuggled for a little bit and went to sleep without a fuss (all hail the GroBag!). Just checked on her and she has rolled up on her side and is sucking her thumb as she sleeps. So cute!

I am glad I don’t have a cat. The last thing I need is something else waking me up early!

Tomorrow is playgroup day, followed by grocery shopping ahead of the arrival of the grandparents on Monday evening. I am so panicked about getting everything organised that I am certain I will forget something important! Oh well, it’s my parents after all, not the Queen of England coming to visit.

Wow, that was a real stream-of-consciousness post!

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What is a Gro-bag? I’m having strange thoughts here.
I’m (pretty much) with** Dotty** re the feeds and naps. Thing is, every baby is different, and so is every parent. It does take awhile for things to organize themselves into some sort or pattern or schedule. By schedule I mean a predictable sequence of events that repeat themselves daily or at least frequently, not a rigid approach to life. I loved having a schedule–it made life so much easier. Upon occasion, Baby (whichever one it was) skipped nap so we could do something or got up in the night etc, but for the most part, I stuck to a pattern. They slept better, I slept better, and we were all much happier.

But someone else may do quite well with more spontaneity and less pattern. Who knows? You will–and don’t let anyone else tell you differently. If there is one thing I have disliked about being a parent, it’s the “advice” I was given, mostly unasked for and unwanted. Liss–if you’d had that strange experience of being told you’re not eating right or you shouldn’t be having wine etc NOW, just wait until you take Baby out on a breezy day. Half the people will just walk up and tell you that Baby shouldn’t be out in this wind. The other half will disparage you for not bundling Baby up as well as Baby needs. The other half (yes, 3 halves-shoot me) will berate you for being out when clearly Baby is ready for nap, feeding, changing, whatever. They will then proceed to comment(not always positively) on Baby’s size, age, presence of teeth, and then bore you senseless with talk of their Babies, or any Babies even somewhat remotely related to them (as in, the woman in the cubicle next to mine at work–her cousin had a baby last year…)

Welcome to parenthood!

Talk about stream of consciousness–I think I needed to get THAT off my chest for awhile. :slight_smile:

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Hi everybody!

Thought I had Teh Sick licked. Wrong :frowning:

Yay, boo, etc. as appropriate.

[/Walk-by. Driving is too fast for me right now]

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Glaze break. I’m finishing the coloring on the last cat. Then I have to put clear glaze on just about everything, load the kiln, and bake a couple of punkin’ pies. I’ll set the kiln to run overnight, so there’s no power overload with the oven and the kiln running together.

**FCD ** is crashed. I’ve got the fourth load of laundry about to go in. I’ve got eggs boiling for egg sallit. My preferred suitcase was found and cleaned by my sweetie. I think I just may accomplish everything I need to do. Maybe even before midnight!!!

Back to the salt mines…