Good and bad show. Spoilers below.
Monthly Archives: August 2005
Writer's block
I’m finding that I’m having more and more trouble updating my journal these days. It’s not because I don’t have anything in particular to say (when has that ever stopped me?) and it’s not because there’s some huge thing going on in my life that I can’t talk about (as was the case when I first found out I was pregnant). I just feel a little blah about the journal. I’m starting to wonder if I should put it on hiatus for awhile and just create a new category here on the weblog for journal-ish entries. Or just use this as a journal, period.
I don’t know. I’ve had a journal online since 1998. I’ve never managed to keep a paper journal for a whole year, let alone seven years (!) so I’m a little reluctant to give it up but I have to think about it.
Writing on your website about writing on your website. That’s just weird, isn’t it?
Speaking of weird, have you ever walked outside and instantly panicked because you can’t remember what you’re wearing? I’m pretty much never still in my pajamas by the time George comes home; I usually change into some clothes before lunch time. And yet, when he came home I ran downstairs (read: I waddled my big belly downstairs) to take out the garbage and check the mail and as soon as I was crossing the parking lot I freaked out: Was I still wearing pajama pants? Did I have shoes on or slippers? Am I dressed appropriately for being out in semi-public?
I do that all the time and yet I have never once in my life accidentally gone out in a state of undress. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. It’s like a constant worry that those “I’m naked in public” dreams are going to actually happen.
Saturday night self-portrait
My sister is moving to Halifax, two provinces away, on Friday so she came on the weekend to spend the day. I’m sad that she’s leaving because that means no more spontaneous “do you want to come over?” visits but I’m happy for her.
I had intended to get George to take a couple of pictures of us but he had to leave right after supper and I totally forgot. Good thing I’m getting better with the whole stick your arm out and press the button photography.
I think I should have brushed my hair first. Oh well.
That figures
I had a prenatal appointment at 9:30 this morning. George’s dad was going to take us but his mom had an appointment as well at 9 am, so we had to be ready to leave here at 8 o’clock. I got up at 6:45 and MissH was so tired and reluctant to get out of bed. She was all cute and groggy and really wanted to go back to sleep. I managed to get her up and we were in the living room having some breakfast when the phone rang.
It was the receptionist calling to let me know that the nurse had called in sick so my appointment was cancelled and I should call back later this morning to book a new appointment. I definitely appreciate that I didn’t get all the way there only to find out that it was cancelled so it was great that she called, but it just figures that on the one morning MissH probably would have slept until 8 or so, we ended up getting up for nothing. Plus, now I have to make a new appointment for sometime later this week.
Oh well. I know there’s no way in hell we’re going back to bed now but at least we can just hang out. Since it’s supposed to rain this morning, not having to go out sounds really nice.
*yawn*
Miss H's disaster
MissH is a Virgo, and Virgos are supposed to be very orderly, neat, tidy, almost OCD about cleaning. Our friends have a Virgo who was born two weeks before MissH and I’ve honestly seen her pick up puzzle pieces that her sister has dumped out and she puts them all away before moving on to something else.
Alas, as you can see by this picture, MissH has not picked up on her astrological traits yet. Sigh. It has since been cleaned but it never lasts long.
Canadian Idol – Classic Rock week
Tonight was Classic Rock week on Idol. I actually liked most of it. Spoilers lurk below for different time zones.
A little confusion
I think MissH got her occasions and the cause for them just a little mixed up. The other day one of her nails was sort of broken, so she pulled it off. She then cradled it gently and carefully in the palm of her hand and walked over to me.
“Look Mommy! I have a nail! I’ll keep it. I’ll put it under my pillow and Santa will give me some money.”
Um, no.
Maybe it’s the same confusion that is currently causing her to walk around the living room in nothing but a pair of underwear and a winter hat.
Whoops
My weather extension in Firefox just popped up a change in temperature, showing that it’s now 22 degrees. It also said it’s mostly sunny.
Mostly sunny? It’s ten o’clock at night!
Knit knit knit
Today we were supposed to go for a picnic with a bunch of friends and kids and it was going to be so great; even though I was tired and a little achy, I figured it was just a picnic, I could park my ass on the ground and just enjoy myself.
So naturally we woke up to pouring rain. So much for the damn picnic.
With no plans to speak of anymore, we did a little shopping. At one point I mentioned all I really wanted was some yarn. George asked me if I had found anything while we were in the last store and I said yes, so he told me to grab it and buy it.
I have some yarn sitting in the basket at my feet. Some of it is a scarlet color. Some of it is a gold color. So guess what I’m making next?
(By the way, I had a knitting log over here, called KnitKnacks but since I’m a sporadic knitter, it didn’t get updated much, so I figure for now I’ll just post anything right here.)
New entry
There’s a new entry up in the journal.