May 30, 2006

I'm Sorry, Gloria Steinem.

Well, the only thing I managed to do over Memorial Day weekend is call a five year old an asshole. That's what Dan says I said anyway. I don't remember saying thatexactly. Did you ever have thoughts that you thought were in your head, until someone reacted to it?

It's too hot out. Anything over 70 degrees is too hot for me, so this 90+ crap is like, well, hell, if I believed in hell.

In other news, I officially added my husband's name to my name. (I know, I know, it only took me seven years.) I added his, changing my last name to my middle name. I think it was the prospect of having a child with a different surname than me. Since we're planning on using my last name for his/her middle name, I'll have the same middle and last name of my kid. I've sold out to the societal demands of the man. You know what's funny, though? I've actually been having a difficult time with the change. I don't know why...maybe the feminist in me is revolting. I'm sorry, Gloria Steinem.

May 25, 2006


Okay, so at first I was a little disappointed in the Lost finale. But upon further reading, maybe it was more interesting than I thought. I think maybe it was my mood.

May 19, 2006

Musing #452,976

Musing #452,976: I don't think I had friends in high school.

This is the conclusion I've come to since I've become a full-fledged myspace stalker. Thanks to my friend Jamie (okay, so I had at least one friend in high school) who called me last week and asked me if I had a page on myspace, I have been sucked into the vast hole of myspace oblivion.

I laughed when she asked me if I was on myspace (scoffed, actually) and said that I have been avoiding myspace for some strange reason, kind of like my boycott of the car wash down the street because it creeps me out. She told me that she had been searching for people from our high school on there and said she couldn't really find anyone.

Me, being a self-proclaimed searchoholic (although I don't own a "I Googled Myself Today" t-shirt, thank god), thought I would search for some people, too. Granted, I did find a couple of kids (that are now pushing 30, sheesh) that I at least recognized.

Was this because my graduating class had nearly 800 students? Perhaps. Was it because I was a drama and speech geek who never dated? Probably. But as I was searching, I realized that there was no one I really wanted to find. I have kept in touch with everyone that I wanted to. There was not one life that I wanted to secretly peek into to see what they were up to. (Okay, except for an ex-boyfriend from college, just to see if he's married and happy like I hope. But even he doesn't count. Besides, he has either fallen off the face of the earth or is not savvy enough to have used a computer in six years.)

So why do I keep searching? I'm not sure.

May 17, 2006

Two Blue Lines

Did you ever have something go so well, it actually scared you?

I went for my 18-week ultrasound last week and they didn't find any abnormalities. Now don't get me wrong. I'm excited and happy, but I also found after it that I'm scared more now than before. How could that be? At this point I should be totally relieved and free of concern, right?

It's a weird feeling. I guess I feel this way for several reasons: Mainly (Dan came up with this one) I feel scared because I'm farther along than I've ever been. I lost my first pregnancy at 16 weeks and now I'm three weeks beyond that. It also looks like it will really happen. I also know now that I have a little person to care about and that all the worries that I've been supressing are now coming out.

It's funny, but I actually feel like I'm pregnant now. It's as though I just saw the extra blue line on the home pregnancy test for the first time.

Off to Guam!

I just wrote this to my friend and thought it so amusing, I thought I'd post it here:

Anyway, I just wanted to write and say hello. I hope to hear from you soon...or let me know when to call. I have unlimited calling and I'm looking forward to sticking it to the man, even though they will probably eavesdrop on our call and know they've got some weirdos in the U.S. Can you be deported for being a moron? That would help the U.S., but Bush would have to go to Guam.

But I'm not going to say how I really feel about the whole issue. :)

May 10, 2006

Thoughts of the Day

1. A little while ago I sneezed, then immediately turned to the girl next to me and said “Bless you!” Sometimes I think my IQ dips down to 50 or so.

2. If you think someone is mad at you, don’t call them up and say, “I believe we’ve hit an impasse.” Someone did this to me and I thought that phrase was too funny to consider anything else he had to say.

3. When you’re arguing with someone (especially if you’re over 13 years old), don’t respond to their comment by simply mumbling sounds with an attitude. For example:

Me: “I’m just trying to make things better for your mother and my husband.”
Her: “Aiiiiuuugggggh.”
Me: “You know, I’ve really just got two words for you...”

Sadly, it’s a real-life example. (I actually said three words to her because I just had to use her name for emphasis before hanging up on her.)

I Need a Fence

Okay, so it's been a while since my last post. There's not much new and I haven't really had much urge to write.

My friend called me the other night and during our conversation asked me if I was on My Space. Now although I consider myself pretty up-to-date on things, I have resisted using or visiting My Space for some reason. It was just a few weeks ago (see previous post) that I checked it out and it seemed like a really cheap dating service to me. I knew I should at least know what it is when I saw a T-shirt in the mall that said: You Looked Better on My Space.

Does anyone else have annoying neighbors? This morning my neighbors were right outside my window (well, okay, maybe 30 feet away) breaking up wood by stomping on 6:30am. Now I usually get up at 7:00, but that isn't the point. What makes them think they could make so much noise that early in the morning?

I want to put up a fence because they're too friendly, too, but Dan thinks they'd get offended. Oh well. At least I would be able to take a step outside onto my patio without having to answer pointless questions about the weather, our new grass, or our new patio set. What good is a new patio set if I can't sit out there?

I need to move to the country.

Thanks for listening. Now you could see why I don't write all the time. :)