Nice little town you live in, Vunder. Sorry about the check… And I agree with you–that monument should be for all the dead.
BooFae: lovely uni pics. Re Wolverhampton–who’s the chick (the statue)? Is that Lady Wulfruna herself? Cool beans.
Ivory–I am so sorry. Was he sick at all?
I don’t have many pics, but here is my street (complete with garbage cans, nice). TH took this one on his iPhone and sent it to me.
This is looking almost straight east. The golf course in on the [del]left[/del]-no, the golf course is on the RIGHT. This is where I run (which today, after all that cleaning and moving yesterday will be a walk).
I don’t have pictures of my work/town/house but I did take pictures of a couple plants. My rosemary is blooming! I’ve had it for years, and it’s never bloomed before so I’m really excited. My coleusis also getting ready to bloom. They’re sort of hidden in that picture, but there are buds there.
We also put up curtainsin the guest room, but the picture is from when we had them on backwards. The stripe that’s on the outside in the picture is supposed to go in the middle. :smack:
Here’s a shot of where I grew up: “Downtown” Carrollton*. Bobbio, as a rescue person, you may have heard of it as the site of the infamous bus accident. (It happened on the interstate somewhat far from town, though.)
I have pics, but I don’t know if I’ll have time to start up a photo page somewhere to post them. ((((Soapy))))
In response to something in the last MMP- rigs, we have been Ferberizing him. For the last month and a half. So far, he’s slept through the night once. We have the only kid in the world that Ferberizing only makes a little more docile. It seems we have to redo the intense crying every couple of weeks, and he still cries for 45 minutes at bedtime, no matter when we put him to bed. A mystery.
FCM, that’s… a very bright apartment. Very bright. It looks pretty spacious- kick your kid out and let us move in.
Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. It looks great, FCM, and I’d be happy to live there! OK, aside from owning our own house here and having jobs here. But otherwise, I’d pack up and move there!
Rigs - yes, the statue is Lady Wulfruna. Well, sort of. It’s an artist’s impression of what she might have looked like as there are no pictures or descriptions of the lady herself.
She stands at the top of the steps in front of the entrance to St Peter’s church, looking down over the new 1970s Civic Centre buildings which aren’t photographed because they are truly, truly hideous in a way that only 1970s architecture can be.
I’m a bad girl and haven’t done my homework yet. I will before the week is out, promise. Hmm, maybe this is good incentive for me to clean up my office so I can take a photo of it without you guys thinking I work in a junkyard!
Not much going on here this morning except a case of the Don’t Wannas, otherwise known as the Mondays. However, Baltimore got lots of touchdowns yesterday and won, so we can order up to an 8-topping pizza tonight for $9.99 from our local purveyor. Woo and hoo. Such is the excitement in my life. :rolleyes:
Back to finishing up the prison rape panel. Eww and eww.
LiLi–I dunno. Ferber worked in one night for both boys. I hate to say this and realize you may throw things at the computer, but [sub]perhaps you are undermining the approach in some way that you’re not aware of?[/sub] He sounds overtired to me–which makes some babies wired for sound and harder to get down.
I’m sorry–I just thought I would bring that up. Don’t hate me. He’s the baby and you’re in charge and all that. Maybe a trip to the pediatrician’s for a referral for a sleep study? (but I think that most peds would dismiss this as new Mama isn’t doing “it” right or something and not give the referral). Truly a problem and a mystery. But also better to solve it now because as soon as he can climb and walk–how will you keep him in bed?
I’m sorry. I’m no help. I know you know all this. You’re a good mom (and I do think that). But all I’ve got is some sympathy and Ferber and hope for you… (sorry).
I don’t really have any pictures of my own of where we live – we much prefer to take pictures of where we visit – but thisis a page from a Hebrew site covering most streets in the country for some real-estate purpose… clicking the large picture on the right alternates between a view of the street from our end of it (so without our building) and a picture of our apartment building (but you can’t see our apartment in it, unfortunately.)
It’s possible, but I don’t think so. He gets naps, and goes down fairly easily for them, but he hates bedtime, and cries almost every time. Yesterday night he only woke once after we went to bed, but woke and cried for forty-five minutes from eight-fifteen onward. We only go in every half hour to forty minutes, I’m trying not to nurse him more than twice, tops (I tried none for a few nights, but he does seem to be hungry- if not fed he’ll routinely cry for up to two hours). He’s quite cheerful, active, and has a decent attention span, doesn’t usually get crabby.
Except during sleep.
The past few nights have been better, with only a little crying in the night. Fingers crossed.
LiLi, I laid down and nursed my last one to sleep. If all else fails, you could try that. Also, he slept in our bed and I just went in and soothed and nursed him a couple times every evening, if he woke. It’s a little more maintenance, but I couldn’t stand the amount of crying you say you’re enduring. My max is like, 2.3 seconds.
I would do that, except that’s part of what got us into this- he got used to being nursed around the clock, and couldn’t fall asleep again without nursing. Every single time he woke up. On bad nights, every forty minutes. All night.
I would way rather put up with an hour’s crying in the night.
I’m kind of tired, but we’re out of bread, so my household contributions today are running laundry and baking. The dough will be risen in about an hour. I just put Nat down to sleep, I think i’ll run a bath and then read. I just (TMI!) got my period for the first time since March, 2007, and I’d forgotten how tired I get. Bleh.
Puggy, I seriously covet your pool. Of course, it wouldn’t fit in my rather small backyard, but that’s a minor detail.
(oh, and the new trick for handling URLs is to type the text you want to appear as the link, highlight it, and then click the link button… it’ll take care of the rest)
Congrats on achieving Autie-dom, Nava! Of course, we expect pictures ASAP, so that we can all be appropriately admiring of how cute your new niece is.
The ivy-covered building is where I’m chained to a desk. In one of those head-spinning Big Finance deals that normal humans can’t understand, the building was built by a bank about thirty years ago. They were bought by another bank, and then we bought that combination some 15 or so years ago. Somewhere along the way, the building went from being owned by its builder to being owned by a real estate conglomerate, and we lease the building.
The blue-green glass thing behind us is a new hotel. It used to be our parking lot. It used to be nice to have a parking tag and be able to park downtown for free on weekends. And yes, the hotel is as skinny as it looks.
Every so often, landscapers come along and give the building a shave - you can see about halfway up where it’s been trimmed recently. Now and then, they go at it with chainsaws and hack it back to the branches. The stuff grows so virulently that it’s only brown and twiggy for about a week.
Third picture… Ahh, BART. My home away from home, where I spend two hours a day in splendid cattle car comfort. This really makes me appreciate telecommuting.
Last night, we almost had a Sig Alert on the stairs as Invisible Tenant was playing with the dog. She was at the top of the stairs and he was sort of crouched on the steps and giving her skritches. I didn’t see them in the dark and just about went ass over teakettle. In that case, it would be a jack-knifed me.
Not much to say for the home office. I suppose I could make a game of it. Let’s count the keyboards! Bonus questions: Which mainframe am I logged into? What level of security is the telephone approved for?
Don’t underestimate the extreme bitterness that came about from Reconstruction. Remember: the war didn’t screw up as many people as Reconstruction did. A lot of people, especially in the big farming areas (not just plantations, but middlin’ to largish farms as well) had a lot of money and land taken from them when the original carpetbaggers started coming in after the Recent Unpleasantness Betwixt the States. People who were relatively well off before the war became dirt poor after due to family farms being chopped up and sold off. Honoring the Confederate dead was a way to remember the glory days before everyone lost everything.
Thus endeth the history lesson. (Why yes, I have processed and read a lot of Reconstruction-era materials. Just copied someone’s memoir from that time a couple of hours ago, as a matter of fact.)
What a neat MMP, Bobbio! Since I now have a good camera AND some batteries to make it go, I promise I will go forth and post many pictures of some of my favorite Portland places–sounds like a nice outing for today since the rain has passed and the sun is out.
I stayed up late last night baking brownies for a fundraising bake sale my daughter’s office is having for a coworker–her dog has cancer, but it was operable. Cost her several thousand for the operation and now needs more chemo and whatnot so everybody’s baking up a storm to help her out.
I’ve also been spending a whole lotta time over in this thread redacting the entire current economic crisis for a very few observers. If you have a moment, I’d appreciate a little attention, besides it’s crucially important that we all understand what the Bush administration is trying to do to us financially right now. This bailout situation could end up being even more disastrous than the Iraq war, and I’m not engaging in even a speck of hyperbole. It’s a poison pill of monumental proportions and well worth some of your time and perhaps an email to your Congresscritters. Help a girl out, wouldja?
I’m sorry, Soapy, that’s really terrible. My thoughts are with you and your friend’s family. Let us know more when you’re up to it, okay?
ETA: Pugs, type in the text you want your link to say FIRST, then highlight it and hit the linky button to paste the URL in.
I am getting really, really sick of this transcript. It’s turning out to be longer than even I had estimated, and I usually estimate fairly generously. It’s not hard; it’s actually quite easy. It’s just getting insanely repetitive – four different panels of people saying essentially the same things to the same questions for an entire day. And I’ve got enough left that it’ll probably take me all afternoon.
Anyway, I just took a break to take the Idiots out – threw the Kong for Isaac, and gave Rusty a good brushing with the Furminator since they went swimming yesterday. I swear, I got enough hair off that dog that you could clothe an entire medium-sized dog in a new coat made out of it. And yet he still seems as furry as ever. How do dogs do it? They’re just shedding machines, I swear.
Back to work after a quick lunch of leftover Le poulet de la mort. Nom nom!
