A stay at Lake Pleasant Health Spa near Knysna so you can rest

 

A Rubber Doll for Marko bcs frankly, someone needs to address the
poor bloke's predicament before his balls burst

 

A pack of Portuguese ciggies for when you can finally smoke again
 

For you (and Marko)
Moet & Chandon bottle - rather obvious. Le'haim dahling!

 

Danae is watching from afar, not bloodshot at all! 

A set from Danae 

and one for Kate, thanks Scully! 

One for Adam, from Scully 

I would like to "bring" a gift for Mom: a nursing dress with 2
openings, suitable for nursing twins.
From Donna a.k.a Shamhat  

Two Taggie Baby RattlesFrom Vicki a.k.a Barren Old Crone 

Dubya

I saw the man tonight. His motorcade interrupted my return from work and I swore bloody murder at him. I had no idea how long I was going to be detained so I was pretty pissed off. I guess he's sleeping on his airplane tonight so he was headed back out to our local airport. G'night shrub.

I had another trans vag ultrasound this afternoon to ensure that all the "remnants" had passed. It looked clean but the tech found a cyst on my left ovary. Any ideas about that?

Jesus Gay!! She did it!!(a letter to Julie of A little pregnant)

Woman!!You SCARED us!! You scared the INTERNET!!
I am so impressed.
I am so happy to hear that little batman is doing well, weighing three pounds + and scoring 9/9 on the Apgar but I am still scared. You have had nothing but sh*t thrown at you during this pregnancy and now this emergency c-section, it scares me.

Ok, enough being scared, now I'm just joyous because the Bat is HERE!!
Congats Julie, Paul and little Bat!

p.s. check out Tertia's updates at So Close

Happy Belated Thanksgiving

To my American friends. Hope the turkey was good.
I have six g-mail invites if anyone is interested and my HCG is at 25 so I guess it ain't all out of my system yet.
Dear Internet OB/GYN: Will I ovulate soon? Or perhaps I should ask the eight ball?
(TMI I know)

Well Hello Dolly

Hi folks I don't know. I've noticed some interesting ISPs coming to visit me and I just wanted to say Hi to New Zealand and some of the folks at the Big Oil Company who seem to come back often. You're free as a bird to lurk lurk lurk but I'd love it if you planted your flag on my Guest Map. That goes for you too Tess.
luve me, Lala

So the Building Inspector didn't even enter the premises. He just told me to get the Plumber over next week to inspect the pipes and have someone inspect the HCG levels until they don't register anymore. He didn't seem to understand the urgent desire of the Screaming Diva on the first floor. The Basement is looking more and more appealing to her. And so we wait until tomorrow to see how low my levels can go.......

Edited to add that the Building Inspector said that unless the furnace overheats there is no real cause to worry about the Diva.

The one in which I use heavy handed verbiage to lull my readers to sleep

Why can't I just opt out of Christmas? I have no spirit and no money with which to replace it. I also have no faith. A long time ago I did have faith, and a framework in which to practice it but that's gone. I gave birth to a son and raised him as a commercialist within the dogma of consumerism and later married a Catholic. So no matter the reason, Christmas is a presence in this house. It's only ephermeral and not corporeal yet because there simply isn't any money to throw at it. I lie in bed at night thinking about how much I suck as a person because I've let the stress of my poor health, my lack of an income and my crappy choices ruin what is important to my family. I want to cry because I can't give anything to anybody, much less myself.
THERE ARE NO QUICK ANSWERS.
I may go out and get a real job in the next week but that leaves the running of the business squarely on my mother's shoulders and I can tell you that isn't going to relieve my stress.
Got all that off my chest. No conclusions were reached but maybe I CAN SLEEP NOW.

Doc. appt. tomorrow

Sorry, there were no good titles available *snark*. So I'm taking the Screaming Diva to visit the OB/GYN tomorrow to see if he can meet her demands. The S.D., as I'll call her from now on, cannot stand a fart, sneeze or poop in her general vicinity. Throw in my stomach's intense dislike for milk products and I'm in Lower G.I. Hell. The uterus, in the role of S.D., just has not gone back to her complacent,little, pre-pregnancy self and she's taking her misery out on me. I try not to set her off, I haven't gone all "raw sweet potato"* on her ass, but I'm thinking about it. Her lousy attitude, parried with her desire to escape the "Apartment Building" makes me very uncomfortable. Seriously though, every time I get up and walk around I have a heavy feeling in my "downstairs" region. I sometimes wonder if the S.D. is going to fall through the floor into the basement. I have a hard time walking, lifting and therefore working and I think perhaps there's some kind of infection in the "foyer". I guess the Building Inspector will let me know.



* If you need to clean out your entire G.I. or if you're simply bored at home one day and want an excuse to spend it on the toilet try eating a raw sweet potato. Whatever you do, don't get on the 144 and expect to make it to work safely in 45 minutes. Ha ha ha G-d laughs at people who try that.

Yay!!

I got a gmail invite. I'm not sure why I was hunting this down but I managed to find one. Thanks to The O'eo Cookie for the invite.

And then.....

I came across this. A car accident of artistic collaboration. Don't get me wrong, Anne Geddes has talent......and she used it all up before she met Celine. I love photos of babies sleeping, who doesn't, but the pomegranate and lime cover of this "miracle"project had me vomiting my way out the door of the bookstore.
It's actually nicer on the website. Maybe I should find someone who has a copy and leaf through it.

Loooooong hours

So today I work from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. and we've, at various times, run out of Pepsi cans, Dr Pepper cans(the injustice !!), pizza, lettuce, and basically everything that makes my world go round. This shopping mall is not big enough for the number of people here today.
I really have nothing to say except hello to my forty loyal fan/friends. I'm feeling shallow and self involved and I'd kinda like to explore that but I'm tired and pissy. Luv U, Lala

oh wait, funny story about Jackson:
There's a reading competition at school. If you read a certain number of pages you get a Silver Certificate, more and you get Gold and Platinum. Maybe there's a Bronze one for the retards underacheivers at the bottom but I can't remember right now. Anyway, I have a bunch of books I've been buying for J over the past few years and now he's ready to read them. They're about a boy named Brian who survives a plane crash in the wilderness at the age of twelve and manages to stay alive despite having no survival skills. He has a good memory for all the books he's read about survival skills . So Brian learns how to hunt, kills a Moose and has to figure out how to get it back to camp. Jackson comes downstairs, all excited because he's completed the book and I ask him "how did Brian get the Moose back to camp?" Guess what he says to me.
He used the deer.
Wha???
I called him on it and he hummed and hawed and twidled his fingers. He finally admitted that he skipped a bunch of pages and hurried up to finish. But how do you use a deer to get a dead Moose back to camp?
At least try to be rational when you lie.
Needless to say he was forced to re-read the entire book.