Thursday, August 31, 2006

32 weeks HOLY CRAP!

Kids, we only have about 8 weeks left. It seems like this pregnancy has just flown by, and like Conner's I've loved just about every minute of it.

Had a drs appt today, and so far everything is still looking good, my blood pressure rocks and I'm doing fab on the weight, her heartbeat is perfect and she's measuring right where she should be.

Next appt is on September 28th and we'll be doing the Strep B test and an internal to see if we've started any progress.

My backs started hurting on a pretty regular basis and oy do my legs and "area" hurt. The docs said that Lilli has already dropped and she is just exerting pressure on the bones down there, but it still feels like someone hit me with a bat.

In other exciting drs office news, I saw a midget little person there and that wasn't the only awesome part, he thought it was "funny" to sit there and burp incredibly loud while the rest of us where sitting in the waiting room too. Babies mama was not impressed either. It's not every day you get to see a little person, and even rarer is a lewd little person!

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

the boy

With so much stuff going on I feel like I've deprived you precious readers of some awesome pictures of the boy.
This past Saturday we went to the Mt. St. Francis picnic so he could burn some energy. *snort* good idea mom, it was like 100+degrees with the heat index and I 'm glad i brought Leesh along, otherwise it may have been bad times. (preterm labor anyone).

Conner headed for the big inflatable slide and jumping-thingy and played until he was about to pass out.

mt st francis down he goes

mt st francis

mt st francis 030

Of course there was almost a beatdown of some little girl who got in the jumper thing and wanted to be the only one so she kept running over and pushing Conner down and laying on him, yelling that he had to get out.
Conner reenacted the scene with a teddy-bear the whole way home. Good times.

Monday, August 28, 2006

One Year

And our president and their mayor continue to disappoint.



You Play a Mean Guitar, Why Don't You Join The Band?

Damn baby...I'm thinking that since this is only 1 day before my due date, I'll prolly not go. But what a show it will be, I'm sure.

GWAR w/ The Red Chord & Municipal Waste
Thursday October 26th @ Headliners Music Hall
1386 Lexington Rd Louisville Ky 40206
18 & Over / Doors @ 7:30pm / $17.00 Avance / $20.00 D.O.S.
Call 502-287-7038 For More Information
Advance Tickets Available @ www.Ticketweb.com & Ear X Tacy (502-452-1799)

Friday, August 25, 2006

One last trip to the sea

My granddad passed away this afternoon at 1:10, we were all there and it was pretty peaceful.



Thursday, August 24, 2006

priorities

I just wrote this long winded bullshit response to an article about Section 8 housing.

Before I was able to hit publish, my mom called from the hospital, apparently we are rounding the corner my granddad. He just got moved to the ICU and if his condition doesn't improve over the next 24 hours, then they are going to take him of all his meds (save the oxygen) and just let his body do his thing.

This decision came after he got transfered into his room and the dr came in to talk with him and he looked at my mom and said, please don't do anything to hurt me. Of course that was enough. They talked with him about his options and reviewed his living will, and the decision was made. The drs have said it could be anywhere from a day to a week, they just don't know how long he'll fight.

He's battling kidney failure, congestive heart failure, low blood pressure and an array of other complications. My mom finally got him some pain medication so he could rest. That's when she called to tell me what was going on. Since I had only seen my granddad about 6 times up until about 10 months ago, it's a bit strange, almost like a stranger. I hurt for my mom, this is essentially the last of her family. I feel for my granddad who I feel like I now view as a child, innocent, scared and I find myself protecting him against everything, from cruel nurse-aids to the truth about how we're all doing.

My granddad retired from the Navy and is a first generation Dutch-American. That's pretty much all I know about him, that and that this was his favorite poem.

I Must Go Down to the Sea

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

-John Masefield

4 generations2


Project RunGay

I love me some Project Runway, it's probably the only show on right now, in which I engage Adam in a countdown every half-hour until it finally comes on, he sighs, mutters something about being lame, and goes to bed.

I'm not really what anyone would consider a slave to fashion,(hello Crocs, birk slides and flip-flops with dressy-wear) so when I started enjoying this show during season 2 it came as a bit of a shock.

I guess if I was like half my weight and about 6 inches taller, fashion would do more for me, but as it stands not so much.

After spending some time pondering what it is I like about this show so much (I mean seriously, don't I have anything better to do?) it occured to me that it's the lame drama that goes on each week, and most of all Tim Gunn. Tim has turned into sort of an icon, poping up on best week ever and now from what I'm hearing getting ready to do some commentary on upcoming red carpet events.

One of the newest blogs that recaps and celebrates the awesome-ness of ProjRun is Project RunGay

I started laughing out loud when I read this little nugget on their website about Mr. Gunn.
"Designers, you have 15 minutes. Please shove anything you're holding down your pants and head for the nearest exit.". Ha, I can totally see him saying.



Tuesday, August 22, 2006

RANT TIME

Freaking Old Navy, can they make anything the same?

Last week I went in there and bought 2 pairs of maternity jeans, same size and cut, the color was the only thing differant. The pair I wore on Friday were way to big and I had the saggy crotch thing going on, today I put on a pair and the damn things are so tight I'm afraid Lilli's going to come out with a waistband mark on her noggin.

Plus the shirt I have on is like big enough to be a damn skirt. Although what can you expect when it cost $6?

I'm taking this shit back, well the crap I haven't "tarnished" by wearing yet.

Monday, August 21, 2006

roosevelt quote


This was on a banner at the entrance to the Indiana War Memorials Musuem, in Indianapolis. We were there on Sunday for Adam's graduation from his OCS class (which I'll talk about later).

This banner made me stop and ponder for a bit because it really sums up what, I think, being in the military means to a lot of these men and women.

They do something most of us could never do by serving in the armed forces, they sacrifice family, security and a lot of other things on the off chance that they will get to help someone just "be better".

As you walk through the musuem it starts at the beginning of our country basically and follows the conflicts up till the present day war in Iraq.

Several of the displays are about individuals in the armed forces who made a significant impact (most gave their lives) to the country and sometimes even world. And these are just people from Indiana.

It also made me question what I am doing to help others better their current situations. Is it everything I can bed? Is there something more?

This quote just hit me in such a way that I wanted to share it with you guys and I hope you can find some kind of special meaning in it too.

In a sense, yes

Those of you that have been pregnant before, do you remember the soreness that you got "down there" the further along you got?

Well, kids let me tell you it's in full swing over here at momma de Paris. I was trying to explain to Adam that it felt like someone took a baseball bat and hit me right between the legs.

He smirked and said, I'd like to think I had something to do with that.

yes dear, you are the manliest of men, but I'm not talking about that.

I at my last drs appt I asked the doc if being sore this early was "normal" he said yes because when I had Conner he came through and "stretched everything out". Yeah, good times. I'm really, really glad I can't see what's going on inside because I'm sure it's not pretty.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Snakes On a Motherf*&%ing Fan!

Now THIS is devotion kids!



Friday, August 18, 2006

music

Fellow blogger and Ceese, posted recently about a song that had a strong meaning to her. Later on I was tooling around YouTube and came across a live version of the song Stay or Leave by Dave Matthews. I've posted on the significance of songs and music to me before, and thought I'd add to it. I didn't even hear the first compelete bar for this song and my eyes were already watering.

I have always been a huge fan of Dave Matthews and his work either solo or with the band. It's been interesting to watch this group of partyers grow-up and start singing about world and social issues as opposed to just getting loaded.

I have found solace is several of Dave's songs and Stay or Leave was one of those. It was written beautifully and really helped me get a good cry out when I needed it. When Adam and I went through a period of rough patches, I would listen to this song, and usually cry but sometimes it's just nice to feel something so intensely.

also, Dave looks super hot in this no?



Snakes on a Review

So, I went and saw SOaP last night with my friend Jim and a couple of his friends. Let me just tell you ifyou have been even a little excited about seeing this motherf*&$ing movie, you won't be motherf*&%ing dissapointed!

The fans that were there were just awesome too. There was one kid running around acting like he was Sam Jackson, greeting people as they were walking in theatre thanking them for coming to see "his movie", people had all kinds of snake toys and accessories. At one point someone stood up an announced that once the movie was over everyone should head over to the Steak N Shake, to which a chick in the back stood up and announced, SNAKES ON A SHAKE! Fucking right.

The audience yelled and cheered through the whole thing, which in another setting may have been annoying but not here, it just made it better. Behold the screaming and yelling instances:
-when the lights dimmed for the previews
-When the opening sequence began
-When the title appeared on screen
-When Sams name came on screen
-When Sam actually appeared on screen
-When we saw the first plane
-When the snakes made their entrance
-Everytime someone got bit
-When Sam delivered his famous line about getting the motherf&*%ing snakes off this motherf&^%ing plane.
-Too many others to list.

I'm not a big fan of horror movies, and especially not campy stuff, but this played off everything so well! Then ending is awesome and I can't wait for the sequal!

If you go see it let me know what you think!!!!

Thursday, August 17, 2006

SNAKES ON A PLANE!

Hell yeah! I'm going to see Snakes on a Plane tonight. Squeeeee!

snakes on a plane

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Snakes on a Daily Show

Hot damn, Samuel L Jackson, Jon Stewart and Snakes on a Motherf*&*ing Plane!
Damn right.



Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Ambu-lar's Wedding

My friend Amber got married on Saturday, and I wasn't in the wedding. :-) Whatever, that's not the point of this post. The point is to say congrats and show you guys some cute wedding pictures. Also, I want to show off some of my "whack" photo-playing-around-with skills.

(click on the photo for more)

kiss1bandwblur

Read this fools. It was in the paper on Sunday, another positive thing that just got passed over...

Mail Call: Letter from the front lines
Iraqi boy makes soldier's day

From: Cissell, Brian A.

Sent: Friday, July 14, 2006, 7:10 a.m.

Subject: WHAT A DAY!

All, I tell you, you can never predict what the day will bring. Some days are rough, some are odd, some good & then there are some that you will never forget. Yesterday was one of those days that I will never forget as long as I live. … What happened to me yesterday outdoes all of the photos I have sent and all the stories I have told to you about my experiences over here.



The day started off as any other, planning the mission, briefing it, and heading out the gate. It was about 120 degrees and we had been on mission for about 3 hours. Everybody was miserable and no one in the community was cooperating. It was just a plain old bad day. The kids were the usual, always there to get a toy or candy. I was not in the mood that day to be pleasant, so I separated myself from the group passing out the gifts and just pulled rear security.

I even told kids to keep away, but this one child who appeared to have Down syndrome just kept watching me. Every time I moved, he moved. He was literally like my shadow. I pointed to the guys giving out gifts and told him to go to them and he shook his head no. I just looked at him like what do you want.

Now here is the part that just broke me down. He slowly walked over, looked up at me, stuck out his hand and said, in English, Thank you for making me safe!

I didn't know what to say. My words just stuck in my throat. All I could do was smile and do my best to keep it together. He wouldn't even let go of my hand. He just kept looking up at me and shaking my hand. I mean what do you do? It was absolutely the best thing that could have happened to me on that day or even on my whole tour over here, totally unbelievable.

I didn't know it at the time, but one of the other guys had a camera and caught the moment. During de-brief the unit was showing slides on the projector for the day's mission and this photo popped up. I lost it and I had to walk out of the room. It took me several minutes to shake it off. Unbelievable!! Remember this picture/moment every time the news tells you about all the bad going on over here! We are absolutely making a difference, even if it is only one step at a time!!! I hope all of my last 15+ days go this way. See you all in August. WOW!!!!




Monday, August 14, 2006

30 weeks

Wow, she's getting so big (and so am I!) We are getting more excited by the day now. Only 10 weeks it feels like this pregnancy has just flown by!

(Click on the picture for a few more)

30 weeks

Squeee

So, I figure I better see 'em again before they die!

rollingstone


Religious Spew

For those of you that don't know or are new to my little blog or whatever, I consider myself to be a Christian. HANG ON! Don't hit your Red X just yet. I want to clear a few things up.

When I say Christian I mean it in the way of believing that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that he died for our sins, I believe in the bible when it tells us that we need to look out for each other and love one another, and that it is not our place to judge, lest we be judged.

I am a Christian who believes that the whole argument/debate about homosexuals being able to get married is ridiculous. That whole part about God wanting us to love and look out for each other applies to EVERYONE fools. Not who you think should get it or what gives you "the willies". I am a Christian who believes that none of us is perfect or better then someone else.

This last Sunday at church, we had a guest speaker give the sermon, it focused on building and tearing down walls, literally and figuritively. The speaker was a young man who is about the same age as me and I have had the pleasure of knowing for a while.

He spoke about a recent trip he took to Mexico with a group to learn about the current status of immigration and that whole mess. He talked about people who live in cardboard boxes with no running water, and who make $3/day yet they save up enough money to make the illegal trip across the border which costs around $2500-$3500.00 and is, now more then ever, dangerous.

He talked about the good-semaritan groups that were set-up in border cities on both sides and the deeds they do. How they are there to look out for immigrants trying to cross into the USA, to look out for them and get them water and medical treatment when neccesary. He told us about the number of deaths that occur in the desert because these people run out of food and water. He talked about a 2 young men who were members of a group that helped these immigrants and one instance when they were transporting some immigrants they came across who were near death, and they got stopped by border patrol and arrested, and now face time in prison as well as heavy fines. Why? Because they were doing the thing that God calls us to do as Christians, to take care and look out for each other.

As a Christian, God calls us to be kind and extend our hand, not build up walls to keep those we don't like out, as a Christian, God calls us to love one another and be happy for our fellow-man, not persecute and judge them because they have been able to find love in a way we don't understand.

As a Chrstian, I am personally hurt each time our current president throws around that word as an excuse or justification for his decisions. Most Christians I know feel the same way.

My local political blogosphere, in which I regularly participate in, has had two posts over the last week in which "Christian behavior" has been called under attack.

I wish that anyone who has ever been offended or disgusted by Christianity had gotten the opportunity to hear the sermon this week. As I sat there and listened to what he had to say, I felt the tears roll down my cheek. I was feeling so many differant things, hope because of the people who were helping, sadness because of the hate that is being brought against so many people, anger at these people's home country for making their situation so bad that they would literally risk their life to come to a country where they would not only be doing hard labor for probably the rest of their life, but probably never get the respect they deserve for being hard workers, and then hope again, because of people like Andy, our speaker, and the other Christians and non-Christians out there who are tearing down these walls of fear, ignorance and hate, we can all look out and love each other.

To me, that is a Christian.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Pie-Giving Angels of Indiana

From the Daily Show, a segment about just how dangerous it is to live in Indiana.



Thursday, August 10, 2006

Co-Sleeping Debate

The great debate of co-sleeping is one that has been going on for probably forever/as long as people have been having children.

For those of you NOT in the know, co-sleeping is basically when the baby sleeps in the same bed as the parents. Insighting passionate arguments on both sides. Those for it, say it creates a strong bond and it's nice to cuddle with your baby and not have to get out of the bed to comfort them as often, those opposed so the chance of suffication and death is to great, plus it can prove to be problematic later on when trying to transfer the child into their own bed/room. Now I'm not talking about isolated incidents of napping together on a Saturday afternoon, but the regular basis, especially when the child is still too young to recognize it's in danger.

This story recently popped up in our local paper, and I think that Ms. Bonhotal put's it best when she makes the comparison to drunk driving.

Also um 24 years old and she already has 7 kids. WTF, that means she started popping them out at what, 17?
I'd be interested to learn the other background information on this family.

Snakes on Your Phone

Ok this is the coolest Snakes On A Plane schtick yet.

Go here and be prepared to waste a LOT of time.

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

sloooooww doooowwwn

Damn, I feel like ever since Adam got home, we've just been going and going.

I feel super stressed at work, at home and in the city. I'm not sure if it's nesting coming up early or if my brain chemicals are off again.

Conner started a daycare this week and today's his second day. He seems to be going strong, but I'm a paranoid mess, and imagine EVERY worse case scenario. Like he manages to escape out the front door and into the street, he cries all day, he gets bitten or physically assaulted in some way, he gets attacked by a venemous duck, he get's the gay,you know every mothers worst fear stuff!

Plus, our beshitted city can't get their act together and it's driving me just nuts. I'm sick of incompetance and I'm sick of the blame. I'm sick of everyone trying to be all politically correct and not standing up and saying what the real problems in the city are.

Adam and his brother just bought a new house to redo and that will soon be sucking all our free-time :-(, and I just want to go home and curl up with him and Conner on the bed. I feel like I'm not good at being a housekeeper person and like the house is in perpetual nastiness, and it kills me because I know Adam hates it.

Gaaahhh, must breathe...

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

Whew

Yesterday was a busy day. It being Monday there was a lot of stuff to catch up on at work so that pretty much kept me going all day long, plus we went out for lunch for my birthday, which is always fun.

Hurried home to see Adam and Conner and just hang out. Conner was in a fabulous mood and it's still just so nice to have Adam home again. Conner thinks so too. I got my birthday present from Adam and Conner and hooray it's more bling! Adam picked out a lovely right-hand ring for me. He has fabulous taste in jewelry it's just too bad he doesn't buy more of it :-) Conner signed his card by himself and it made my heart melt.

Adam took Conner on a bikeride and as I was waiting for them to get back so we could get dinner I called my mom and dad and finally reached them on their cell phone. They were at the vet's office. My mom was putting her cat down :-( So I called my sister and we headed up the hill to be with her. Switzer was about 15 years old and it was truly the most humane thing to do, but it didn't make it hurt any less. My mom was pretty devastated, she was the only person that cat really liked and sometimes I wondered it the reverse wasn't true.

So we sat and cried with her and walked with her as she carried Switzer's, now at peace body to the car and let her and dad go home to grieve.

I talked to Dad this morning and he said they had a little ceremony for her and buried her in the back yard. He said mom was doing alright, but I know she has to work today so it's going to be hard on her.

Sooo... there was my birthday in a nutshell. It was a good day and I think it's always fun to make a big deal out of a person's birthday, after all it is the one day a year when it's truly about them.

Thanks to everyone for the happy, happy wishes and I can't believe I'm 25, I wonder how old my parents must feel :-)

Monday, August 7, 2006

They say it's your birthday...

It's My Birthday too YEAH!






Conner and mom

Thursday, August 3, 2006

No, it's cause it's dirty

Umm the real reason that people don't shop at this store is because it's dirty, most of the other people that shop there are scary, and they don't carry a lot of stuff.

It's sad but true, shopping here would be a lot easier for me since it's only like 5 blocks from my house, but I don't because it is terrifying to go in there. You have the craziest of crazy's hanging out there. People don't buy "cartfulls" of food there because they can't afford it. Not being a judgemental bitch but the few times I have gone in there the other patrons have been buying WIC stuff only, or cigarettes.

I don't know why it's open 24 hours either, oh wait yes I do, crazy crack heads.

But awesome, that means were going to have another empty building sitting in New Albany.

I will have to go there and buy all their moon-pies though.

BoobyGate

So surely you all have seen this whole brooohaha over the magazine, BabyTalk, featuring a child, nursing on the cover.

As a mom who nursed and plans on nursing the next baby, I feel strongly about the strengths of breast-feeding as well as the tribulations and trials that accompany it. I only nursed Conner in public once, and I had a lightweight blanket over us.

I'm all for nursing in public, I think it's important for the baby to be feed and kept on a schedule, just as I think it's imporant for the mom to be able to get her stuff done and not have her life revolve around the booby. However, I do think that women should make an effort to be discreet if they know they are in a place that has high-traffic or children. Why? Because it's common freaking decency. Why would you want to go out of your way to make someone feel uncomfortable? just because you can, fine we'll just start calling you Howard Stern (gag).

I don't think stores should kick out mothers who are nursing, but at the same time, have a little respect for your fellow citizen and realize that they are all not as mature about bodily functions as you may be, but don't take it upon yourself to think you have to educate them.

As far as the magazine cover being offensive? Give me a break. It's what the body was designed to do, and I'd rather have my son learning about women and their body's this way rather then sneaking a playboy or feeling that there should be anything embarassing about the human body. PLUS it's a freaking BABY MAGAZINE. and I know it's already been said but what about the covers of pubs like FHM, MAXIM or others?

Grow up people, freaking grow up.

When I arrived at my mom's last night to pick up the boy, she produced a lovely Target bag full of maternity clothes purchased on clearance. Whooot.

The non-whoot part, she still makes me try EVERYTHING on. in front of her. so she can do the crotch jiggle and make sure everything fits. I am 25 and pregnant with my 2nd child. Mom, seriously. But hey it means' free couture* so what can you do?

She was the most excited about a pair of brown/baby blue plaid pants. "For Church" she blurted! I told her that right now we are working on about 3 pairs that fit so they're all church pants.

As I was trying them on, she also excitedly pointed out that they were capri's. Umm yeah mom, see me putting them on? Only, on me? Not so much. The just look like I got pants that are too short.

What the hell, I can make 'em work.

* Right so I know that Target doesn't exactly qualify as couture but piss off it's a fun word to use.

Wednesday, August 2, 2006

Because nobody ever posts the positive shit

Here is an article about some training at Camp Atterbury (where Adam goes for his OCS training) on how to control mobs overseas.

Of course, not many blogs are going to pick this story up, instead they'd rather wait until some random crazy person who happens to be affiliated with the military does something stupid it's picked up and toted as how our troops are evil bastards who just want to Kill,Kill, Kill!!!

Bleah, I can't wait till my military man gets home. I'm at the end of my rope being a single mom, dog mom, housewife and world-saver.