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September 29, 2007

Surprisingly heavier than the giant orange it resembles

Power up!

AC adapters that work are nice. They are nicer when they're more than 3 inches long, but hey, at least I can balance my checkbook and upload pictures now. I think my next purchase will be a new battery, since the one I have won't last the 20 seconds it took me to switch fromone outlet to another.

Speaking of pictures, I now have hundreds that I took off the camera from the last week or so. I took an awful lot of them with captions in mind, now I'm hoping I can remember what I was thinking when I took them. Considering I can barely remember what day of the week it is, that seems unlikely.

I think I'll start sorting now.

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September 26, 2007

Even family has resisted

For the first time in almost two and a half pregnancies, my belly has been molested.

I'm not even really showing unless I'm naked, but this is one of the other parents from TKD, so she already knew. I'm still not getting the touching thing, though, since I don't have enough belly to be fondling baby, it's more like just rubbing some chicks stomach. And also, she rubbed way up by my rib cage, where there is definately no baby.

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September 25, 2007

I live in an income tax free state for a reason

According to the State of Maryland, we were not required to file state income taxes in 2004. A few months ago, they sent me a letter, fishing to find out why we hadn't sent them any money that year. I sent them back a reply, as requested, along with a copy of our property tax records for 2004, showing that we still owned a home in Texas and therefore qualified for the rule printed right there under the question "Am I required to file?" in their tax booklet.

Instead of receiving a nice, "Oops, we're sorry!" letter, I have instead received a request for more information. They want to to send them all relevant 2004 tax information, along with a copy of my driver's license. Shouldn't they already have all that shit?

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September 24, 2007

Let's face it, it's premier week. I was unlikely to be read-worthy anyway.

I'm being temporarily sidelined by a broken AC adapter. We are geeky enough to have spare computers around the house, but all my pictures and stuff are on the one I can't turn on.

Dell wants $65 for a replacement, so I checked out Fry's, where I could instantly gratify myself and hopefully find something less...pricey. The cheapest thing Fry's had that had a chance of being compatible was $150, so I'll be sucking up the inconvenience of mail order. Actually, I'm in the procecss of getting one on eBay for half the price, including shipping. It says new, and appears to be Dell brand, even. I just hope it really is.

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September 21, 2007

Chillin'

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For four days

My MIL is on her way to our house, to stay for a long weekend.

I swear, I have nothing against her. Aside from my usual friction with other humans, I have nothing against Rex's family at all. No horror stories about in-laws coming over and insulting me or snooping or tearing apart my house.

But today, I'm totally not in the mood. The girls and I have been fighting colds all week, and none of us has had proper nappage to boost our attitudes. I've had to clean this house for the first time since, uh, we moved in. I still have boxes left to unpack, and no idea where to put the stuff that's in them.

I am tired. I am cranky. I am so not in the mood to be welcoming and social.

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September 20, 2007

Stuck

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September 19, 2007

Well, he is!

As Jamie's preschool teacher was loading her into the van, she made a comment about how cold Jamie's hands were. I replied that she's cold like me, while her sister is hot blooded like her daddy. To which Jamie replied:

"Daddy is furry, like a cat!"

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Modeling

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September 18, 2007

I'm sure I'll pay for this when she's older

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I miss Coke so much I could cry

The girls and I all have our first colds of the season. At first I was going to blame preschool, then I heard Jamie's TKD teacher and realized he's as bad off as we are. Rex is, as usual, unaffected. The bastard.

I cannot believe how long this pregnancy is taking. I'd swear I've been pregnant for at least 6 months by now, and yet I'm just over 14 weeks. Maybe it's because this is one of the crappiest parts of pregnancy: I'm gaining weight, but I don't have a bump, it's too early to shop, I've been feeling like crap and couldn't complain about it because no one knews, and I haven't even had the comfort of an ultrasound. The good news is that most of that should be changing soon.

I'm starting to seriously consider making an offer on that foreclosure house again. They've dropped the price AGAIN, and interest rates should be falling since the Fed lowered interest rates again. The timing is a little off, since even with a November 1 closing and two months for repairs and an easy move, we would still be paying rent and mortage together for five months. That's a lot of wasted money right there. Plus, I'm just not sure I'm ready to give up the Austin dream yet, and buying here now pretty much locks us in.

So many things to think about, so little I can actually do.

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September 14, 2007

Doesn't do the wall color justice

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Ask and ye shall receive

It amazes me how sometimes the reason you aren't getting what you want from your kids is that you just didn't ask.

A couple days ago, I was putting Jamie down for her rest, and she lined up a piece of kleenex on her pillow with her buddy. I asked why, and she said it's for wiping her eyes when she has to cry, like sometimes when she wets the bed. I told her I thought it would be easier on both of us if instead of crying until I woke up, she just quietly came and got me. After all, there's no reason to cry over wetting the bed, it's not like she's doing something wrong.

Lo and behold, I was woken up at 4:30 this morning by a small person standing by my head, telling me she wet her bed. Even in my nearly comatose state, I was impressed by her restraint against the crying. Anyone who's known me long knows that Jamie rarely restrains her crying.

Apparently, all I had to do was ask!

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September 13, 2007

Green door

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Odd

On the way to TKD tonight, I sat at a stop light next to a man who was apparently trying to pull a gray hair from his hairline. After several pulls, another hand came around his face and made a bunch more violent attempts. I'm not sure if they gave up because the light turned gree, they got the hair, or they sensed I was about to break out my camera.

Passing through another intersection, I saw two older gentlemen sitting in lawn chairs by the side of the road, watching the traffic go by. Of note: aside from the neighborhood on the other side of a six foot iron fence, there are no houses nearby.

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September 12, 2007

Eye of the beholder

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Finally doing something right

"Mama, you gave me pineapple. I'm so proud of you!"

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September 11, 2007

I'm pooped.

Last week, I would have guessed Katie was about 85% potty trained.

Today, I'd say more like 50%. If that.

This is frustrating, to say the least. She was totally poop trained, now she poops in her pants daily. She was peeing in her panties, now she seems to be catching herself more and more often. And then there was yesterday, when after the fourth time she told me she had to go and didn't produce so much as a drop (aside from a couple on the floor of the garage,) I had about had it. I also ask her to go a couple times a day, like before naptime and when we leave the house. This is usually met with a lot of complaining and "It not make me happy!"s, as though happiness is my concern. I'm more thinking about washing yet another load of sheet, or trying to clean pee out of my van. The naptime trip today was met with the grumpy face, and a distinct lack of tinkling. Half an hour later when I went to check on her, she has already wet her diaper. Grr!

I'm still not 100% she's ready for this. I know for certain I wasn't ready. She's stubborn enough to not pee just to be ornry, and smart enough to know what she's doing. We've been working on this long enough for her to work the kinks out, but it just doesn't seem to be happening. I can't see going back, though. She's just trained enough to NOT WANT diapers, and I suspect the fight to put them back on her would be almost as annoying as the extra loads of laundry..

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Sunflower seeds are the new sand

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September 10, 2007

I haven't even gotten to brag about not having to clean the litterbox.

It was amazing how hard it was to keep this pregnancy a secret from the internet. You would think it would have been harder to keep it from people in real life, especially with all the nausea and headaches and my sluglike demeanor. My blogs are where I post my daily, uh, thoughts, if you can call them that. And a lot of my thoughts lately have been filled with this pregnancy and it's ups and downs.

Worse, all the pathethic little things that I wanted to post about as they happened? They've fallen from my head. I no longer have it in me to write a whole post about the GIGANTOR prescription prenatal vitamins I'm on. The ones that cost over $1 a day, and make me burp a salmony/fishy foulness that is probably the reason my cats love me all night long. I have no idea what was wrong with my Target generics. Those produced two perfectly lovely, if a bit chatty, specimens of humanity.

Of course, you're totally escaping weeks of whining about how ill I felt, how much I neglected the kids in favor of sitting on the couch, the headaches I had literally every. single. day.

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Dinner guest

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September 6, 2007

She's just plain pooped.

We had our preschool meltdown today, although not at preschool, and not even because of preschool.

I think Jamie finally got TIRED. Within seconds of putting her in the car, she was crying about something that hasn't even happened yet. The attitude and tantrums continued until I put her down for her rest, which she didn't have the decency to make use of.

I've talked to her numerous times today, and there was never a hint that something happened at school to make her unhappy, scared, or upset.

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In spite of frolicking kids

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September 5, 2007

Somewhere...

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Well, how else would it get in there?

After I told Jamie I have a baby in my belly...

"Mama, why did you eat a baby?"

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September 4, 2007

Somebody missed her sister

Jamie's first day of preschool went swimmingly. We all walked her to her classroom, and then she practically kicked us out the door. On pickup, I was greeted with little fanfare, like she didn't even miss me. I'm proud that she's so well-adjusted and prepared, but even I was tearing up a little at getting her back, and I'm dead inside.

Katie, on the other hand, missed Jamie like I miss Coke. She didn't fuss until we got home from dropping Jamie off, and then I think she realized she was alone. I distracted her with lunch and shopping, but when we picked Jamie up, Katie lit up and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with her. And hugging her. And full-on body slamming her.

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