..::;; bad at this ;;::..
I have become increasingly bad at this. Things happen to me, but, typing about them, not so easy.
Elli will let me use the computer, but gets pissed off at excessive typing, and mainly just wants me to watch Doctor Who on it. Mind you this might be an issue soon because my computer seems to be trying to commit suicide and I am only able to use it with minimal crashing while in safe mode. HURRAH!
So I will try to do a synopsis, which may or may not be effective.
Elliott is getting bigger and bigger and cuter and cuter. I never tire of people flocking to him to say how cute he is when I'm out.
I LIE.
Please, do not touch my child, I have no idea who you are, or where your hands have been. I'm sure you're perfectly wonderful human beings, and I appreciate the fact you recognize my baby is superior, but YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE, MAKE YOUR TIME.
Pretty mucccccccccch, E.D.D. 209 is a little wonder and he makes life awesome, although we've reached the stage of teething. Not the mild teething, but the teething massacre where he will scream all the time unless he is sleeping and nothing can calm him down. Except for Tylenol and Orajel, and then, only mildly and for a short existence. That week is in the past though and he's back to being a smiley little joy bucket.
Christmas is coming and boy, am I not prepared for it, it just suddenly happened, out of no where! But it will happen, and it will be marvelous.
Family Maintenance finally got a response from the donor, after apparently sending letters, and they literally said "You called it" as to him wanting a paternity test, which, y'know, I'm completely fine with, because it's going to cost him money and I am TOTALLY COOL WITH HIM WASTING DOLLARS. Eventually he will have to back pay for the months he's missed anyhow so cheers to that ahaha. Ahahahahaha.
We've also managed to revive Dungeons and Dragons somewhat and it is AWESOME. The babes are cooperating with it and it was a bit more laid back with a few more interruptions but still fairly successful. It pleases me that I have friends in the same-ish sort of place in life that I can do that with.
But yeah, I think that sums it up for now until I can manage to make my brain more functional in the memory department for things I have been doing.
Unless you want to hear about Doctor Who, because OH BOY THEN I CAN TALK LIKE NO TOMORROW.
David Tennant <3 Suits with Cons, so classy.
OH, my hair is getting all long as well, and I want to get it cut, and I think I need to have it done like Joan from Mad Men. Because I almost have that hair already, and I am a hot classy curvacious red head and it MUST BE DONE!!!
Brain death in 3....2....1....
Elli will let me use the computer, but gets pissed off at excessive typing, and mainly just wants me to watch Doctor Who on it. Mind you this might be an issue soon because my computer seems to be trying to commit suicide and I am only able to use it with minimal crashing while in safe mode. HURRAH!
So I will try to do a synopsis, which may or may not be effective.
Elliott is getting bigger and bigger and cuter and cuter. I never tire of people flocking to him to say how cute he is when I'm out.
I LIE.
Please, do not touch my child, I have no idea who you are, or where your hands have been. I'm sure you're perfectly wonderful human beings, and I appreciate the fact you recognize my baby is superior, but YOU HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE, MAKE YOUR TIME.
Pretty mucccccccccch, E.D.D. 209 is a little wonder and he makes life awesome, although we've reached the stage of teething. Not the mild teething, but the teething massacre where he will scream all the time unless he is sleeping and nothing can calm him down. Except for Tylenol and Orajel, and then, only mildly and for a short existence. That week is in the past though and he's back to being a smiley little joy bucket.
Christmas is coming and boy, am I not prepared for it, it just suddenly happened, out of no where! But it will happen, and it will be marvelous.
Family Maintenance finally got a response from the donor, after apparently sending letters, and they literally said "You called it" as to him wanting a paternity test, which, y'know, I'm completely fine with, because it's going to cost him money and I am TOTALLY COOL WITH HIM WASTING DOLLARS. Eventually he will have to back pay for the months he's missed anyhow so cheers to that ahaha. Ahahahahaha.
We've also managed to revive Dungeons and Dragons somewhat and it is AWESOME. The babes are cooperating with it and it was a bit more laid back with a few more interruptions but still fairly successful. It pleases me that I have friends in the same-ish sort of place in life that I can do that with.
But yeah, I think that sums it up for now until I can manage to make my brain more functional in the memory department for things I have been doing.
Unless you want to hear about Doctor Who, because OH BOY THEN I CAN TALK LIKE NO TOMORROW.
David Tennant <3 Suits with Cons, so classy.
OH, my hair is getting all long as well, and I want to get it cut, and I think I need to have it done like Joan from Mad Men. Because I almost have that hair already, and I am a hot classy curvacious red head and it MUST BE DONE!!!
Brain death in 3....2....1....