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So, I'm a complete freak, and just emailed one of my favorite fantasy authors. I'm a stinking fangirl, lol.
Anyhow, no baby yet. Sitting up, watching Superjail, which has to be one of the weirdest shows I've ever tolerated (but only because of David Wain and all his ...sexiness...?)... I don't know. I'd say out of all their programming, I cannot stand 97% of Adult Swim's original shows.
I did exist in the same room as the Live-Action ATHF tonight, and it's probably better that I didn't pay attention. I don't like the regular show, and whenever I turned around, this wasn't much better.
Wtf. Life ramble turns into a programming critique. Sorry.
Tomorrow my only plans are to have a baby. Really, that's sort of the overreaching plan for the rest of the week, until I get that scratched off my to-do list. Other than that I hope to catch up on a crapton of schoolwork.
Tuesday is my midwife's appointment, and also the second due-date (the one the ultrasound doc gave me because "sometimes bigger babies just need longer to develop" and the fact that he's probably a complete sadist). June 2nd. Eugh. Also Craig is off work, so that'll be pretty cool.
Wednesday is class day, so I'll be at Kitty's. Other than that, laundry for the Sean.
Thursday... so far nothing slated aside from that "Have the Baby" thing. Oh! I know, I do have to meet Sean's dad in Gaffney for the weekend dropoff. That one's important.
Same for Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
**turns around to tv for a sec and comes back** Drinky Crow looks scary.
I bought Sean one of those cheap kiddie pools today, and the results were worth it. The kid is hilarious when he gets wound up, and literally the first fifteen minutes of having water in this pool were already enough to make up for the fifteen bucks I spent on buying it.
Also, this morning he informed me that he wanted milk. I asked him if he wanted 'normal milk' (meaning white milk, because I'm weaning him off the chocolate), and he said, "No, I want crazy milk." And then proceeded to pull out Craig's half-gal of raw milk (unpasteurized, unhomogenized). I don't really even know how he knew the difference, but I got a good laugh. Needless to say he still got regular milk.
This afternoon he told me he wanted juice. I asked him what kind, and he told me he wanted "Crazy juice." And then went into the fridge and grabbed the white grape. So, just so you guys know, white grape juice is actually crazy juice.
Alright, I think I'm done rambling. I should probably wake Craig up (fell asleep on the couch), and get ready for bed.
MLALL.
Anyhow, no baby yet. Sitting up, watching Superjail, which has to be one of the weirdest shows I've ever tolerated (but only because of David Wain and all his ...sexiness...?)... I don't know. I'd say out of all their programming, I cannot stand 97% of Adult Swim's original shows.
I did exist in the same room as the Live-Action ATHF tonight, and it's probably better that I didn't pay attention. I don't like the regular show, and whenever I turned around, this wasn't much better.
Wtf. Life ramble turns into a programming critique. Sorry.
Tomorrow my only plans are to have a baby. Really, that's sort of the overreaching plan for the rest of the week, until I get that scratched off my to-do list. Other than that I hope to catch up on a crapton of schoolwork.
Tuesday is my midwife's appointment, and also the second due-date (the one the ultrasound doc gave me because "sometimes bigger babies just need longer to develop" and the fact that he's probably a complete sadist). June 2nd. Eugh. Also Craig is off work, so that'll be pretty cool.
Wednesday is class day, so I'll be at Kitty's. Other than that, laundry for the Sean.
Thursday... so far nothing slated aside from that "Have the Baby" thing. Oh! I know, I do have to meet Sean's dad in Gaffney for the weekend dropoff. That one's important.
Same for Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
**turns around to tv for a sec and comes back** Drinky Crow looks scary.
I bought Sean one of those cheap kiddie pools today, and the results were worth it. The kid is hilarious when he gets wound up, and literally the first fifteen minutes of having water in this pool were already enough to make up for the fifteen bucks I spent on buying it.
Also, this morning he informed me that he wanted milk. I asked him if he wanted 'normal milk' (meaning white milk, because I'm weaning him off the chocolate), and he said, "No, I want crazy milk." And then proceeded to pull out Craig's half-gal of raw milk (unpasteurized, unhomogenized). I don't really even know how he knew the difference, but I got a good laugh. Needless to say he still got regular milk.
This afternoon he told me he wanted juice. I asked him what kind, and he told me he wanted "Crazy juice." And then went into the fridge and grabbed the white grape. So, just so you guys know, white grape juice is actually crazy juice.
Alright, I think I'm done rambling. I should probably wake Craig up (fell asleep on the couch), and get ready for bed.
MLALL.