Archive for August, 2005
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Wednesday, August 31st, 2005Ok, I’m not gonna harp on the “no sleep” thing because I knew what I was signing up for when I had my sweet baby. Usually I’m able to balance things out with a nap in the afternoon or early evening. But these last few days have been especially hard. Monday I got an IUD, [...]
Hot baby action
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005Here there be baby pix. Some with hats. (SPOILER ALERT!) He’s still cute.
Witness my humiliation
Monday, August 29th, 2005This is me, obviously, pictured with my cousins. The three of us were born within 3 months of one another. We’re all on the cusp of turning 30, yet, we are still referred to as The Babies. I can not tell you how much I fucking hate this. One of these cousins is a semi-illiterate [...]
Old!
Friday, August 26th, 2005Dude, did you know I’m thirty now? Seriously! I KNOW! It’s kinda cool. I’m not precisely sure why; for some reason I feel strangely optimistic. Like I’ve still got my best years in front of me. And if it’s either that or feeling like I peaked five years ago, I’ll take the former. So far [...]
How I spend my days
Friday, August 26th, 2005Happy Birthday to Me.
Thursday, August 25th, 2005Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s not just that I turn 30 today. Sure, it’s a biggish deal, landmark-wise, but do you know who else has a birthday today? Jesus Christ, I had no idea. A sampling: OAKLAND A’S PITCHER ROLLIE FINGERS: Named to 6 AL All-Star Teams. Has funny name. NOTED SON OF A BITCH CONRAD [...]
Being a mother is hard. Ok, being a GOOD mother is hard
Thursday, August 25th, 2005This is the time of the day where Henry and I sit on the couch and he farts through some rage while I catch up on all the news that’s fit to print. Then I read trivia on IMDb. Eventually he dozes off and I sneak in a few more moments of precious sleep, then [...]
You Dropped a Bomb Pop on Me
Wednesday, August 24th, 2005This post reminded me of the ice cream truck that worked the neighborhood by my alma mater, George Washington Carver Middle School,* home of the Wildcats, where we couldn’t graduate until we’d learned to make no fewer than 270 products out of a peanut. Carver is located on what’s now been officially renamed GAP Band [...]
Break’s over; back on your heads.
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005Nobody would believe me if I said I don’t miss this: Six weeks of couch time with sweet kitties and one tiny baby and all the coffee and booze and internet you can handle may sound like a pretty sweet deal, but there’s a reason for that: It is. It is a very, very, very [...]
The killer inside me
Monday, August 22nd, 2005Ok, so there’s no actual killer inside me, I just think that’s, like, one of the best book titles ever. It’s up there with “Rabies! Its causes and prevention”. Every time I see that one on the shelf, with it’s full color image of a snarling and assumedly rabid dog, I smile and thank my [...]
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