Booty Recall

I am very sad.

It's like someone killed my puppy.

Anyone know of any other snack food I can eat?

So Long, So Quiet

It's been a slow and painful week this week, which explains the silence over here. I was beginning to look forward to a quiet and relaxing week next week, assuming a Wednesday holiday would ruin the whole week for working for everyone. Instead, it looks like I'll be flying to DC on the 4th.

Now that traveling is a little better, I am somewhat excited to go. It seems the further this pregnancy progresses the more I like to stay close to home (or in the house all together) --and oh, boy is August going to be a shock to the system -- but I like big old-timey American cities on the 4th of July. In 1998 I spent the 4th in Boston, and the whole city was abuzz. First, since I was working in a convenience store to supplement my publishing internship, I spent all morning selling tea bags to tourists who wanted to dump them in the Harbor. Then I wandered the T after work, hopping from bar to bar, where all drinks seemed to be free, especially if you wanted a Sam Adams. Finally, I ended up back at the store, which was right across from the Commons. We went to the roof and watched the most amazing fireworks display I've ever seen.

Can a 4th in DC top that? I'm really not sure, especially since I won't get in until around 5 and hitting the bars is out. But as long as I can hear the an 1812 Overture through someone's radio somewhere, I think I'll be ok.

On another note, the lovely ladies want us young folk to have babies, but for the love of god, please wear a turtleneck. You make the old ladies feel bad...

The pregnant woman walked into the room like she owned "da joint." She was beautiful, but it was her glowing demeanor that drew all eyes in her direction. Then there was the "little" matter of the light pink knit top she wore that was cut deep and wide in the front. At four to five months pregnant, she filled the top bountifully; there was no way not to notice.
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I wondered what her intentions were. Was her outfit a power play to compete with the other women? Was it an immature attempt to get attention? Was her daring a bravado way to balance her status vis-à-vis the other more accomplished and experienced women at the table? Was she simply reveling in what pregnancy was doing to her figure and making the most of today's fashions to happily show off the changes? Was it all of the above . . . or none? At any rate I, for one, was surprised that she didn't seem the least bit ill at ease.

I'm not the only one obsessed with the Ladies

Ben Weyl of the IAIndy has an interview with CWFA, Iowa.

and yes, I checked. Minnesota has no lovely Ladies.

Drinking Liberally Tonight

I've been remiss about reminders, but we'll be outside assuming there is no storm. Smartie might be in a good enough mood to toast you if you show.

And, to keep you amused until then, a "get off my lawn you crazy kids" moment from the lovely Ladies...

Rosie The Riveter

via Feministing

How To Make Your Own Baby Wipes

(not that I'm really that cheap, but these don't have alcohol in them)

Container - 10 cup round Rubbermaid

1 roll Bounty select-a-size cut in half, cardboard center removed
2 1/2 cups boiling water
2 tbls baby oil
2 tbls baby bath

Put 1/2 roll in container cut side down
after water is boiling, stir in oil and bath
pour over paper towels
put lid on, turn over
use when cool

(with thanks to my cousin Laurie)

Home Again, Home Again

Had a very peaceful trip to Omaha, especially since my phone seemed to have problems working while I was down there, which made working nearly impossible. The flying thing is much better now that I'm into the second trimester, and I ran into an old college friend flying back to Minneapolis, making that the fastest ride home ever. Had a chance to catch up with old high school friends, and picked up a signed copy of Diary of A Husker to give to my brother when he comes up in two weeks (the author is the little brother of a guy I've been friends with for about 15 years).

Back at home we ordered a pizza, then celebrated Father's Day by reading "Me and My Dad" to the Buddha. He still can't see the pictures yet, being inside and all, so I described them while Smartie read the story.

In other news, Fecke is now a Shaker, and North Carolina wants all their women knocked up...

Busy Day

Doctor earlier, and much stuff to do before I fly home to Omaha. Looking desperately forward to eating a Runza.

Anyway, to entertain yourselves, find all of the things wrong with this article:

The Problems of Pre-Term and Low Birth Weight Babies
There is no way to sugarcoat the fact that women who are not married are at significantly higher risk of having pre-term and low birth weight babies. 6/7/2007

(note, article from townhall, blurb from CWFA, since they seemed to have pulled the actual article off their site for some reason.)

How did this happen?

Whaa?

Seriously, we've been meeting there every week for a year and a half, and one bartender still cards all us old 30+ folks.

Mitch, like, is totally wrong again...

We actually do our editorial meetings via phone.

However, I do still talk like a valley girl...

Carzy Crazy Crazy

It's been a very busy time in my world, and I apologize for spending so much time elsewhere. Here's some chicky links:

The Ladies go nuts over the new Cheney grandchild, and not in a good way...

Via Bush v Choice, a Montana pharmacy is refusing to fill birth control. It's like they want people to have more unwanted children...

And, there are updates on the first trimester wrap up on the other site if you like the mommy talk...