Monday, May 29, 2006

two years ago today

all together now, awww :-p


Yes, I was barefoot. At least the pregnant bit didn't come until a year and a half later.



















This is one of my favorites:



















Too late now! (insert crazy cackle)



















The in-laws:















The outlaws:















only here for the food:













The crazy people that pretend to like us enough to "stand up" if need be:















It's harder than it looks. Seriously.



















Happy anniversary, honey. I love you.

Friday, May 19, 2006

"Budgeting for Baby"

...is the name of the class Waaz (as everyone here calls him) and I took this morning.* It was a very informative** class provided by the Navy-Marine Corps Relief Society for individuals/couples about to embark into the world of parenthood and attempting to determine the effect said infant(s) will have on their monthly flow of mula. A retired Marine named Charlie was the instructor, and his wife was there to laugh at the jokes she'd probably heard a million times and to hand out the goodies we received simply for listening to her budget-counscious husband for an hour. Apparently, it's expensive to have a baby. Who knew? Along with a bunch of worksheets to figure out our budget (I already have one, a fact which seems to escape certain tall people in the house. Luckily, he lives by the budget without even realizing it, so all's well), we received a camo booklet to record our expidentures for a month and the following :


















(two each of crib sheets, bibs, sleepers, and blankets, plus some onesies and a hooded towel with matching washcloth)



My mother informs me that there are so many humans (since it's no longer PC to assume it's just women) who have volunteered to make little sweaters, hats, and booties for "Baby's First Seabag" that they aren't accepting more names at this time. When i pulled the booties out of the bag, Waaz's first comment was, "aren't those a little big?" Big enough to fit a 6 month old, as it turns out:

















A six-month old who, by the way, has graciously allowed me to borrow her toes, since I can no longer view my own from above anymore:









I guess this is a joke, kind of like Peek-a-boo, only it's Peek-over-the-belly.














*This class didn't start until 10, so we're talking huge sacrifice on the hubby's part to work all night and not go to bed until we got back at around noon. He deserves almost as many kudos as he does for his reply when I let Kiersha fuss for about 20 minutes a few days ago before realizing that he was asleep in the other room. I apologised, and he said, "Well, she's gotta learn to fix herself sometime." Wasn't upset at me at all. What a great guy.


*well, informative for those in society who don't already know everything. I personally was bored stiff. Waaz spent his time attempting to unlock his phone and practicing writing with his left hand, but I think he was more trying to stay awake than stave off boredom.

My newest scheme

So, I have come up with a money making endevour that sounds fun and exciting, at least to me. E wasn't all that thrilled about it, but that could be because I told her about it while I was getting a midnight snack at 2:30 this morning. Oh well maybe she will come around later.
Anyway, here is the plan:
1. While in Italy procure two Cane Corso Mastiffs
2. Provide said dogs with food water and shelter
3. Wait for nature to run its course (said dogs will be opposite gender)
4. Sell their offspring for lucrative profits
I think it should work, although the dogs may be pricey and I am not sure what the deal with bringing live animals into the states is, if they didn't originate here that is. More research is necessary before I commit to this one I think.
So who wants to buy a dog off me, in four years?

Monday, May 15, 2006

What to do if your H is sleeping the morning away:

This morning I decided that instead of reading, playing on the computer, and trying to really quietly pick up the house a bit, I decided to go wait in line at the DMV to get a replacement licence (lost my wallet a few weeks ago, very annoying). On my way, I decided to stop at Goodwill to see if they had any summery maternity shirts and to find a new book to read so I wouldn't be reduced to picking at my nails at the DMV waiting for my number to be called. Two hours, several post-baby shirts, a bunch of baby books, and a few adorable pieces of boy clothes later, I arrived at the DMV. Amazingly, the line was pretty short. Hooray! I was only there one hour, and apparently people lose their licences a lot, because it was only $5 to replace. You'll be glad to know I am once again a legal driver complete with proof of identity. Oh, and the book was a Michael Crighton medical thriller. Pretty good so far, but I'm only about 2 chapters in.

Tonight is JT's birthday party. I, being the aunt that I am, I got him a copy of The Borrowers Afloat and There's a Mastadon in My Living Room , and D (being the uncle that he is) is picking up a copy of Madagascar. (VERY cute movie, btw) We're planning to bring the camera, so hopefully there'll be a cute picture or two of the happy event.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

speaking of countdowns,

I once received a daisy chain counting the days until my beau would arrive to sweep me away. When I hung it up, it went all the way around the room and completely framed the doorway. While depressing at first, it was kind of fun later to tear off whole chunks at a time until the last few rings made it into my "put this in the scrapbook at some point" folder.

"These are a few of my favorite things"*

~Maxwell House singles coffee pods. Since I drink coffee so rarely when I'm not pregnant, I drink it even more rarely now that I am (think maybe once a week. breathe, Dr. S) ;-p. But, I do like to have a little of the dark stuff on hand, especially when I find fancy creamer on sale. Like this week. Yum. It's not so good when my coffee-bearing hand decides to jerk randomly just as I'm sitting down at the computer desk...but hey, I already know I need to refinish this particular antique, so it's all good. I just wish I could remember to get the glass piece that's supposed to protect against all this wear and tear from the unit to protect against the clumsy bug that seems to be going around.

~Terry Pratchett. A very funny man who has written a bunch of books about an alternate world that could be either totally make-believe fun stories or some form of political/cultural satire. My buddy from high school recently sent me a few of his doubles.** I was on the couch all day yesterday reading finishing this one---------------------------->
so that Toucan*** could take it to work. I think I'm going to attempt to save the rest of the stack for long airplane trips and middle-of-the-night-why-did-I-ever-agree-to-a-kid-only-I- can-feed kind of moments.

LeMec (said buddy's moniker of choice, at least as of a few years ago) also sent over what he seems to think will be the "bundle of joy"(his words, not mine)'s first storybook------->
The jury is still out on whether the Gammlemor****, who is convinced that her first grandchild will be the smartest and bestest ever, will approve.


THANKS, LeMec!!


~Countdowns. Three months is not nearly as manageable as 10 weeks, or 68 days. Of course, Gammlemor thinks it'll be more like 11 or 12 weeks, and Toucan and I are hoping for closer to 8 weeks, so we'll see. Did you know that less than 5% of women actually deliver on their due date? This is why I keep saying "end of July" every time I'm asked. Although the "middle of July" would be just fine too. Something about letting the kid develop a bit and get used to the world before flying halfway around it appeals to the first-time-mother in me.

~The Cat. No, seriously. He jumped up on the couch yesterday and proceeded to curl up on top of my belly and start purring. When the kid kicked him, he simply moved up to my chest (without ever opening his eyes, I might add), and consented to a few pets before going to make sure that his food dish was still empty. And then, when Gore's kid was here--6 months old and already mastered the army scramble--, he let her get all the way up to him before he looked at me like I was crazy for allowing her to locomote. This same cat let Gore pet him for a whole five seconds last night. I'm never switching cat food brands again.

~BIG Commissaries. It was so nice to go to a real grocery store this week. The commissary had their grand opening on Monday, complete with drawings for everything from a jetski to a riding lawnmower. The nephew won an oreo stacking contest and got a bag full of oreos (go figure); the husband stood in the LOOOOOOONG line while I shopped and had the niece run items from me to the cart, and the SIL tasted all the samples. The common consensus is that the key lime pie was the best, especially since the coupons made it 50 cents a slice. By the time we were done, I was tired and the cart was FULL. Granted, I almost tripled my usual grocery bill for the week, but some of those items had been on my list for months. At least I have the satisfaction of knowing that even if Y2K made a belated entrance tomorrow, I could STILL feed my entire street for a week.

This is your local pregnant chick, signing out.


*When I was a kid, mom would occasionally often take a nap in the afternoons and I was relegated to matching socks if I didn't want to also take a rest. Usually a movie was involved, to help soften the linty blow.
It was always fun trying to guess which I would finish first: the three hour long favorite, The Sound of Music (yes I still know almost all the words to all the songs), or the socks, which had been known to overflow two big laundry baskets at once. By the way, the movie usually won. Yes, we had that many socks.
What can I say...feet seem to run in the family.
**books that he happened to have 2 of--in case you're wondering, my kid's library at the moment consists almost entirely of my own mother's doubles. If you have any of your own (doubles, not kids) to contribute, please do! Free books are definitely one of my favorite things.
***Toucan is the moniker coined for Mr. Mira (otherwise known as "H" or "D") by a few of my campers this past summer. Can you tell I'm trying to figure out what to call him here in blogland? Suggestions are appreciated.
****norwegian for grandma, apparently. huh.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

The object of such controversy

or, "how to get excommunicated in minutes"

I just though you all should have some pictures to direct your angst. Or you could drool, depending on which side of the fence you sit on.














~d

Saturday, May 06, 2006

a recent conversation at the waasup residence:

h: WHOA!
me: what?
h: look at that!
me: look at what?!
h: your belly.
me: what about it?
h:
It's huge!
me: .....um....yeah....
h: you should really work on that. I mean, that's like 17 pounds in 7 months.
me: it's a good thing I'm pregnant.
h: yeah.
me: 'cus you'd DEFinitely be in trouble otherwise.
h: yeah probably. hehe.
me: (rolls eyes) wow...
h: what?
me: you.
h: what about me?
me: just you.

You owe me $250



additionally, are you sure this is your baby and not your other inside parts? I'll bet the REAL picture is better? This guy really needs practice.

so...whose nose IS that?

My OB wanted to play around with the 4d machine, because he "hasn't had much practice" and wanted to get a feel for how to use the new technology. My belly just happened to be available, so two days ago I hopped up on the bed and enjoyed a very brief look at the kid. Doc was right; he is not exactly as proficient with the U/S wand as, say, the technician who did my first U/S. But hey, everything still looks normal and the kid is...or at least was at the time... head down and a bit camera shy. He is also still a boy, according to mutual guesstimation from the brief glimpse we were granted.
To those of you who don't peruse the various baby sites almost daily, 4D ultrasound is basically a cheap way for the medical society to grab a few more $$ from the hormone-riddled pregnant population. I was asked--repeatedly--if I wanted one, to the tune of $250. I politely declined, presuming the kid would rather I buy him wicked cool toys or perhaps some socks. Anyway, to take a 4D picture, the technician (or under-experienced doc) uses the ultrasound machine to find your kid and freezes the best shot(s) he/she can find. In our case the kid held still just long enough to get a good profile. I think it was supposed to be a full-on face shot, but the other half is pretty blurred, so I suggested that "if you turn it so you can only see the profile, it looks like you meant to do that, Dr J!" ...was that sarcastic? perhaps...
Then you run this special 4d computer program, which kind of "fills in the blanks" and gives you a computer-generated guess of what your kid actually looks like. Most of the 4D pictures I've seen are sepia toned and pretty detailed, like this one taken from amazingpregnancy.com , but mine was in black and white. I suppose if I'd forked over the $250 (which, coincidentally, is how much one of our debt checks is each month), I might have gotten the extra-special sepia tone. That and a dvd full of excellent shots of the kid. Alas, I am cheap and only have one to offer:

ps: we decided his hand is squishing his nose; in the normal u/s we could see his hand waving around a lot near his face. the guess is he was attempting to mine for gold. I swear the kid is going to make us rich one day :-)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The Project is Complete

A while ago I posted about my new project. As you may recall it used to be white and it used to be a car. Now it's green and it's a stack. More to come with what I do with this project.

Friday, April 28, 2006

Residents of Wellsville live in TERROR

so while tooling around near my hometown on google earth I found something terribly disturbing. Well really there are a couple of things about this whole scenario that I find amusing/disturbing. If you have google earth then you will want to look this one up on your own (the coordinates are 42"05'15.17"N by 77"56'02.85"W) a google "i" icon should be there with a year-month-date descriptor, make sure to "check" the google earth communities box in the layers sidebar. In case you have a real job that requires you to work five days a week and not a posh government one like myself you may just want to check out the website. It turns out that I grew up in Bigfoot's backyard!!! It's a wonder that I survived my childhood without being dragged off by a giant hairy monster. Thank goodness I escaped its terrible clutches.

~d

Thursday, April 27, 2006

28 weeks

This is the "how-insane-can-I-look-while-still-smiling" picture.
Thanks for the shirt mom. It'd be perfect if it had little ties, but oh well. Can't beat $3.

one down, two to go

We now own both of our motor vehicles.
Just in time to sell one of them.
So mr. mira can buy a different vehicle.
It never ends...


at least we've still got $$ in the bank, and we are one step closer (that is, until we acquire said third vehicle) to being debt free. =)

Monday, April 24, 2006

have you noticed

that there are only two more squares on the baby ticker at the top of the page? 'cus I have.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

the kid (and other news)

in a few days I'll be 7 lunar months pregnant, and in the 3rd trimester. How odd.

This week at american baby:
Your frisky fetus is on another growth spurt, shooting up half an inch this week to measure about 14 inches from head to toe. He weighs roughly 2 1/2 pounds, and will gain approximately half a pound each week for the next 10 weeks. The average full-term baby weighs about 7 1/2 pounds and measures from 18 to 20 1/2 inches, but many normal, healthy babies fall outside this range. Unless your practitioner has told you of a potential problem, it's safe to assume that your little one is right on track.
and from babycenter: Your baby can now open and close his eyes, and he sleeps and wakes at regular intervals. He may suck his fingers, and although his lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning — with assistance — if he were to be born prematurely. Chalk up any rhythmic movement you may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few moments, and isn't bothersome to him, so enjoy the tickle. With more brain tissue developing, your baby's brain is very active now. Wonder what he's thinking?

In more personal--but related--news, my niece T stuck her fingers in my belly button yesterday, and said "I think I feel his foot kicking me." I hadn't felt anything, so I didn't believe her, but she put my fingers in the right place, and, sure enough, I could feel what we think was a heel pressing right up against my belly button. The kid usually moves when I push back, but this time he let us explore the shape of his heel for quite awhile before moving on. How neat :) Then, last night, D was shining his new LED flashlight on various spots on my belly, to see if he could get a response. I was about to tell him that the kid was probably asleep, as he wasn't moving at all, when my whole tummy shifted. I think D got him right by his eyes or something, because all of a sudden the kid was pressing his whole back against one side of my belly (that side was HARD, the other side was squishy). I'm pretty sure we could be accused of some kind of kid abuse at this point, what with all the poking and prodding and belly thumping and flashlight shining. (and we're not even talking about the music and...gasp...singing that I may or may not subject him to).
****
In other news, all of the MA's rotated shifts this weekend. Consequently, D stayed up almost all night last night (apparently he got really far on his video game) in preparation for tonight. He's looking forward to working in the cooler nights (appx. 8:30 p.m. to 5:00 a.m.), and having a lot less responsibility. He's also going to try to get shift commander qualified while he's on mids, so that would definitely be a feather in the proverbial cap. The motorcycle safety course went well, from what I hear, and the rumor is that Sicily is a great place for an afternoon of riding (no comment).
****
We're also considering taking on a companion for the cat. The couple we've been friends with since we got here--I babysit their kid on occasion, and the men talk about cars and music and such--have a cat that had two kittens a couple of days ago (making them and our cat almost exactly 2 years apart). After we find out how much exactly it will take to get the feline we do "own" transported across the ocean, I'll consider whether it's worth it to double that. The idea is that our cat would have a non-threatening companion to play with (as opposed to, say, the kid), and perhaps learn to be a little more tolerant of other living things in general. H is inclined towards the kitten, and I am inclined against, for practical reasons. Can we see the pattern emerging?!
****
Since we now have a hard copy of D's orders, he has applied for a sponsor, and we can go to the PSD (personnel support detatchment) office and get the checklist of everything that needs to happen before, during, and after our now impending move. Apparantly, the medical screenings come first, and once we pass those everything else can be arranged. An interesting quote from the middle of his orders:
"Dependents acquired on or prior to the effective date of orders are authorized travel allowances from the place at which acquired to the new PDS (duty station), up to the transportation entitlement for travel from old PDS to the new PDS...Questionable cases should be referred to PERS-40CC for resolution."
Now, I think the said "effective date" means the date the orders were issued, which means that our kid will be a "questionable case" and not authorized to travel with us until we get a special piece of paper for him. Interesting.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

I don't think we'll get bored

Catania, located about at the midpoint of Sicily's eastern coast, is the closest city to Sigonella (where the base is located). The "Best of Sicily" website that I'm currently browsing has this to say about Catania:

Since the eighteenth century, Catania has been the second most important city of Sicily, supplanting Messina in that respect. Subjected to Etna's fickle temperament, Catania has been damaged by lava flows and earthquakes on several occasions. A particularly destructive volcanic eruption in 1669 was followed by a serious earthquake in 1693.

Founded by the Siculi and colonized by Chalcidians (a Greek people) from Naxos in 729 BC, Catania was conquered by the Romans in AD 263, eventually becoming the most prosperous city in Roman Sicily. However, archeological evidence indicates man's presence in the area during the early Bronze Age (2200-1400 BC). By the Middle Ages, it was still an important port, though less prominent than Messina. It flourished until 1169, when it was almost completely destroyed by a particularly violent earthquake. Following this catastrophe, Catania was gradually rebuilt...

...It was during the eighteenth century reconstruction period that noble families from across eastern Sicily began to build palazzi in Catania. Thus began a social and economic rivalry with Palermo that continues to this day. One of the essential differences between the cities is that while Catania is somewhat more industrial, Palermo remains the administrative center of Sicily. Though it won't be readily apparent to the casual visitor, the two cities differ from one another in many subtle ways. Catania is certainly less chaotic than Palermo, and most streets and squares are a good bit cleaner. Its residents are generally more open, and organized crime, which certainly exists, is slightly less pervasive here than in Palermo. Most Sicilians, even Palermitans, would agree that it's generally easier to do business in Catania than in Palermo.

For all its Baroque grandeur, the city is not frequented by the number of tourists who flock to Palermo, Syracuse and Taormina, most of whom just briefly pass through Catania on their way to Mount Etna or Syracuse...Catania is a good point for making connections to other places if you're traveling by train or bus. Buses for Etna, the airport, Palermo and various nearby towns depart from the piazzas near the train station (there are several different bus lines with offices off the main square). Fontanarossa Airport is only about 20 minutes from Catania. There are fairly frequent train departures for Taormina, Syracuse, Messina and the mainland.

And if I were to take an afternoon off to explore Catania, here are a few of the sites that might perhaps catch my eye:

*Two Roman ampitheaters (one of which was built over the ruins of an earlier Greek theater)

*Ursino Castle, built in the first half of the 13th century (now a museum),

*a cathedral whose construction began in 1092,

*Mt. Etna,

*various churches and palaces built with volcanic stone,

and, of course, the street markets and family restaurants that abound.

nope, I'm not thinking "bored is in the Sicilian dictionary. Especially when that's just the closest city, and we'll have the rest of the island to explore, not counting the neighboring countries :)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

hmmm...

Forecasters predict busy hurricane season

U.S. team expects 9 Atlantic hurricanes, 5 of them major storms

Tuesday, April 4, 2006; Posted: 12:03 p.m. EDT (16:03 GMT)

MIAMI, Florida (Reuters) -- The 2006 hurricane season will not be as ferocious as last year when Hurricane Katrina devastated New Orleans, but will still be unusually busy, a noted forecasting team said Tuesday.

The Colorado State University team led by Dr. William Gray, a pioneer in forecasting storm probabilities, said it expected 17 named storms to form in the Atlantic basin during the six-month season starting in June.

Nine of the storms will likely strengthen into hurricanes, with winds of at least 74 mph, the team said, reaffirming their early prediction in December.

The forecasters said five of the hurricanes were likely to be major storms, reaching at least Category 3 on the five-step Saffir-Simpson scale of hurricane intensity, and boasting winds of at least 111 mph.

But they also said there was less chance of major storms making landfall in the United States compared with 2005's record-breaking hurricane season.

"Even though we expect to see the current active period of Atlantic major hurricane activity to continue for another 15-20 years, it is statistically unlikely that the coming 2006-2007 hurricane season, or the seasons that follow, will have the number of major hurricane U.S. landfall events as we have seen in 2004-2005," Gray said in a statement.

Last season -- at $80 billion the costliest on record in terms of damage -- saw 27 named storms, of which 15 developed into hurricanes.

In addition to Katrina, Hurricane Rita hammered Texas and Hurricane Wilma briefly became the most intense Atlantic hurricane ever observed before slamming into the Mexican resort of Cancun. Wilma then curved back over South Florida, where it wreaked $10 billion worth of damage.

The long-term statistical average is for about 10 named storms per season, of which six become hurricanes.

Copyright 2006 Reuters. All rights reserved.This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Happy Birthday, Ernie :)

A day late, but it still counts, right?



"Let's go play with the sprinkler! Hmm, you go turn it on."












"Hey! I didn't mean when I was right on top of it!"













"Outta my way!"
"No, you get outta my way!"
















"I didn't do anything......"










"Wait, we're going to the beach? YAY!"












"What, you didn't know that mini skirts and big bellies are all the rage right now?"









"You're twenty-how old?! Are you sure?"





"You're still taking pictures?! Oh yeah, I was supposed to show off the hair. oops."

(p.s.: it's now the color it was supposed to be starting almost 23 years ago, if that gives you any clue...)



This definitely deserves some yellow cake with strawberry-cream cheese topping. mmm-mmm-mmm!

Friday, March 24, 2006

by "popular" (read: my mother's) demand:















Our home from October-January was cozy, to say the least. Mr. mira and I agreed that it would be a great place to camp out in if we were on a road trip, but I'm glad I'm not spending my 9 months there, that's for sure. I think I'd get stuck in the bathroom, and I KNOW I wouldn't fit in the kitchen, especially if mr. mira wanted to look in the fridge for anything. BUT, it was a home, and it was free. Living with his sis and bro (and his sis) and our neice and nephew for about 6 weeks was...a learning experience...as well. I won't tell you what we all learned. ha ha.

This is the first thing you saw from the "front" (read: only) door when you looked to the right: Our bedroom. The two tall cupboards had closet rods in them, but we chose instead to shove some shelving into the space to accomodate a few more shirts. The bed lifted up on hinges pretty easily, and we stored all of our shoes underneath, along with other random items that we didn't want to look at on any given day.










Then, as you look ahead into the trailer from the "front" door, we see the "kitchen." Yeah. food was stored in the upper cupboard, the cat's litter box was in the lower cupboard, and the bare essentials of bake/cookware were in the cupboard to the left of the door (visible in the next pic). I'm amazed that we didn't eat out every. single. day. One consolation: the full size fridge. Our neighbors, who had the fancy trailers with a pull-out section and 4 bunks, only had a 3/4 size fridge. neener, neener.


From the bedroom door into the rest of the trailer, we see the aforementioned full sized fridge and pots-n-pans cupboard (the tv was on top of this), the living room couch (read: SIL and BIL's pull-out bed), the dining room table (read: school table for the niece and nephew and later the computer desk). Both seats had storage underneath for all of the kids school stuff and toys, and the table could come down and make a bed, if need be (need never be'd for us, so to speak). The armoire where E and J kept all their clothes was quite nice, if you opened the door, the mirror's reflection gave the impression that the trailer was twice as big. really.
Immediately behind that (along the right wall) is the bathroom sink, complete with a medicine cabinet and tiny lower shelf for various and sundry toiletries.
Through the door at the end of the trailer is the "bathroom" (read: stink room). It was big enough for the toilet, which you can see the top of, and the half-sized shower, which you cannot see. The only floor space was in front of the toilet. no joke.
Along the left wall in the back (behind the table) is the 2 bunks where JT, T, and Bekah slept. After all of our esteemed guests left, D stored his guitars on the top bunk and I put canned goods on a shoe rack on the bottom bunk. There was also room under the bottom bunk, but it was a pain to get to, so we didn't use it.
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Thursday, March 23, 2006

I thought you had to be smart to be in the military





I recently I bought a new pair of boots and this is what I found in the box















honestly, I remember taking some sort of aptitude test before signing papers.
oh well.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

local coverage of the storm

(mom-you could make this into a link if you want...)

this is our local station's summary of the destruction on the MS gulf coast. There are a bunch of links, the first two are the before and after video that really help give some perspective.

before and after

Monday, March 13, 2006

bloodsuckers

There are many kinds of bloodsuckers. Today, I present to you the top three, in order of annoyance.

#3
"These flies are ferocious biters with a seemingly unsationable thirst for blood...The bite is generally painless, but usually results in a small flat red spot that within 12 hours becomes excruciatingly itchy... Scratching No-see-um bites can double the length of time they require to disappear and can lead to infected sores."
(source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No-see-um)

I may never go to E (sis-in-law)'s again.





#2

"As the larval flea progresses in its development, the tapeworm inside it is also progressing in development. By the time the flea is an adult, the tapeworm is ready to infect a dog or cat...
Inside the host’s stomach, the flea’s body is digested away and the young tapeworm is released. It finds a nice spot to attach and the life cycle begins again. It takes 3 weeks from the time the flea is swallowed to the time tapeworm segments appear on the pet’s rear end or stool." (The Tapeworm Page)

The dog had fleas. The cat now has fleas. And a tapeworm. Lovely. He really really hopes we never give him a bath again.

#1

"Citibank understands the financial challenges you may face after college ends. Therefore, we offer four repayment plans to make managing your monthly budget a little easier." (http://studentloan.citibank.com/slcsite/fr_r_pla.htm)

Definitely the thirstiest bloodsucker of all. grr.

Saturday, March 11, 2006

Psalm 16

Keep me safe, O God,
I've run for dear life to you.
I say to God, "Be my Lord!"
Without You, nothing makes sense.

And these God-chosen lives all around-
what splendid friends they make!

Don't just go shopping for a god.
Gods are not for sale.
I swear I'll never treat god-names
like brand names.

My choice is You, God, first and only.
And now I find I'm Your choice!
You set me up with a house and yard.
And then You made me Your heir!

The wise counsel God gives when I'm awake
is confirmed by my sleeping heart.
Day and night I'll stick with God;
I've gota good thing going and I'm not letting go.

I'm happy from the inside out,
and from the outside in, I'm firmly formed.
You canceled my ticket to hell-
that's not my destination!

Now You've got my feet on the life path,
all radient from the shining of Your face.
Ever since You took my hand,
I'm on the right way.

(King David, CEV)

I'm trying to make a habit of reading to the baby every day, ostensibly for his benefit. In reality, I'm finding it just as much to my benefit to read out loud what was written so many years ago. Once I get over to the unit, I'll add some of the classical authors to my repertoire, but for now I'm sticking with the Bible. Grandma gave me the _Message_ for Christmas (thanks!) and I am loving it. It kind of feels like I'd imagine a people group who has never had the scriptures in their own language feels when they can read and understand for the first time God's words to them. It's not quite the same, since I've grown up with bibles in the english language, but this version really does makes me pay attention to what I'm reading instead of skimming words I've skimmed many times before (always a good thing, hehe).

I can't even begin to point out how many of those verses made me stop and go "hmm." Suffice to say,
"I've gota good thing going and I'm not letting go."

Sunday, March 05, 2006

too bad you can't put smells on the internet;

so this is eddie, the chocolate lab I had for a week. She smelled.so I bathed her
twice

she did some disgusting things on my floor, more than twice. And she was just a little too hyper for me. Of course I didn't realize this until after I gave her to my buddy across the street. That dog needed a little more than a single wide trailer to get her puppyish enthusiasm out. plus she ate E's flipflop.well, overall she was a good dog and we are sad to see her go, but try to move a cat, a dog, a brand new baby, and me to italy... E wasn't having it, so I guess we'll stick with the cat, who bye the way is having an official name change..... Spaz.he won't notice; he doesn't come when he's called anyway.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

alertness in the womb

interesting article, if you are so inclined. (3 pages)

Friday, March 03, 2006

G for Goofy?

Thursday, March 02, 2006

finally!

I have a bump big enough to show through clothes, lol. Behold the product of 20 weeks time.

Oh, and here's a link to a really neat view of how a baby develops, and how the mom's guts squish to make room for baby. slide the bar back and forth, it's strangely amusing.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday I had to squish my belly in order to see the scale. I don't know why I bother, I'm pretty sure it's broken, but the fact remains.
Today I found out that babies flying with Airtran must be at least 14 days old. Hmm. I hope that fits in with the other dates we have to abide by...
Tomorrow marks 20 weeks, which makes me half-way there. yay!