Thursday, May 29th through Tuesday, June 3, 2008
(Editor's note:I'm going to do these backwards, so that the newest are on top and the oldest are on the bottom. Just like if I'd really blogged them. At least I'm going to try to. So go down to the bottom first. Now I'm even confusing myself..perhaps I should put the oldest at the top? No fuck that, I already have it straight in my head the other way. Now that I'm done arguing with myself, scroll down, scroll down, fresh cup, fresh cup! /edit.)
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Tuesday, June 03
Title: Derek tried to "marry" Jake and I again
It will not be long at all before we get the harder questions, for now he merely assumes that we MUST have been married to have a baby.
I've told him more than once that I was not married to his dad, but it doesn't seem to stick.
This last time, he may have merely been trying to get me to buy his dad's "Father's Day card".
I guess it irks me a bit to have to spend money, and I have yet to get a "Mother's day card", so wth? Ah, such is life with children. He could make a card, but he doesn't like that idea.
The conversation went something like this:
D = "I want to get the exact same card for my dad that Ben got for his dad."
Me = "I suppose you want me to buy it then?"
D = "Did you buy Ben's Dad's card?"
Me = "Yes, but Ben's dad is a lot closer to being somewhat of my father then your dad is."
D = "But isn't he like..your husband or something?"
Me = "No, not at all. We weren't married. We lived together, but never got married."
It just went on and on from there. He then verified that even though we don't live together now, Jake is STILL his dad.
I tried to take the easier road and explain that we both MADE him, and therefore, he is always our child, but that doesn't make Jake and I related.
I think he may still be confused. I'm doing my damndest to keep the child as innocent as I can for as long as I can. Maybe that's sheltering him too much, but I don't like the alternative. I was aware of "things" for what seems like forever, and I made many off color remarks that other people's parents would look at me weirdly for.
I like the innocence. But he has developed somewhat of an interest in the chest area of girls. Not like he stares or anything, but he glances and then looks confused.
This is promising to be a super fun time for me. /sarcasm.
Just kidding, it all comes with the territory.
For now, I know that he knows he was made in my stomach and that they cut him out of there.
(I use that to tell him to stop doing this or that to himself. Like bonking himself in the head. I'll be like..I MADE that body and you need to stop hurting it!
Yes, I've become THAT kind of mother.)
Maybe that part is what confuses him. He doesn't necessarily know about how girl parts are different as much. He has a little sister, but he just always makes a face and runs away when her diaper is changed.
Meh. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. The thing I shall stress is protection. We do not need to continue the family legacy of teen pregnancy that Jake and I started.
I'm so often confused and amazed at all the little things that go into child rearing. And the not so little things. All the different aspects to look at.
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Tuesday, June 3
Title: YAY
It was actually a simple fix, and my garage is no longer dripping water.
YAY!
Bad news for today?
Ben is descending into sick hell (boy he HATES being sick, but so do I), and I forgot my allergy medicine. On top of my own becoming sick, this should be entertaining. Yay for sneezing on top of being stuffy.
Maybe I'll be all sorts of gross and full of green nastiness.
lol!
I just hope I don't want to claw my face off by the end of the day.
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Tuesday, June 3
Title: Double goddamn boo
My garage is dripping. I'm waiting for the dreams to come back.
I used to live in the crappiest apartment ever where the roof would leak when it rains.
Which is often in Oregon, for those who don't know.
I finally managed to get the hell out of those apartments and the bad dreams about the leaking ceilings finally stopped, and now something is causing a puddle and dripping on the floor of my garage. =(
My landlord is much better than the last one, I have no doubt it will be fixed ASAP, it's just that I can't quite believe it has to be WATER dripping.
REALLY? It couldn't be like...I don't even know, but something besides dripping water. It's more than likely a plumbing issue. I am full of hate for dripping water.
And scared to use my water for fear that it's a burst pipe that all the water seems to run through.
Thank god for Ben, cause he was the one who saw how bad it was last night, and started moving boxes out of the way at 1:30 in the morning.
Have I mentioned lately that my boyfriend is awesome?
I freak out, and he just does what needs to be done and makes sure our stuff doesn't get horribly wet.
I didn't sleep well. And I think I'm getting a cold.
While water and me are usually friends, I kind of hate it right now.
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Monday, June 02
Title: Independence at it’s finest.
I apologize for the shakiness. I hadn't even had coffee yet. lol.
Actually, it's because I tried to zoom in close and the camera doesn't do too well with that. I look like I have cerebral palsy, but it's really cause the zooming in makes it less focused. If you can't see it, that's too bad, cause it's really something else. And now we've moved even farther back on the street, so you really couldn't see if I tried to take a video of it.
Basically? This is all you get.
I'd say wait until you have children, but mine is pretty much one of a kind. He told me the other day that he doesn't understand how cartoons can have a hand go through one hole, and come out another hole in an entirely different place.
I laughed inwardly and then said...well, because it's a cartoon. You can draw it anywhere you want to. =)
He's a blast usually. We made faces last night, as in drew faces on a piece of paper and I drew crazy eyes. Then Ben drew Paris Hilton eyes, and Derek tried to copy him. Then he tried to copy me, so I drew a talking balloon and wrote "I hate it when Derek copies me".
Ha ha. He copies me anyhow and then drew this coming out of it's mouth..*fart*.
When I asked him what he meant, he said he meant like blowing a raspberry. I explained that of course that is spelled like "phbbt". At least in Calvin and Hobbes world. LOL.
All right, I must stop writing, I need to clock in from lunch now. This has been your Derek lunch (half) hour.
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Friday, May 29th
Title: "I’m super, thanks for askin’"
I just now figured out who I lost from my top friends. I'll admit that it took me a damn long time to figure it out, and I spent a lot of time trying to figure it out. The key?
Drinking rum and cokes, apparently, cause it just came to me finally. It was like that annoying "tip of your tongue" thing for days and just now it finally came out.
Hurray. I feel better. It's always awesome when my memory actually succeeds for me.
What's funny is that my boss will tell me things to make sure that I remind her to do them. At work my memory is key and my boss has even said.."thank god for your young memory" before. Indeed, I do have multitudes of vendor numbers stuck inside my head. It's like a game I play with myself. I don't quite make people quiz me, but people ask all the same and I can usually provide the right number...along with people's extensions on the phone lines.
Yeah. Ok, so I'm weird. And number oriented. If I assigned everyone of my MySpace friends a number (how freaking ridiculous does that sound? Like I'm my own company or some such bullshit), I'd realize who went missing long before now.
I just needed to share my relief at finally being able to figure out who dropped from my list. Now I need to add another person to my "top" friends. Which is almost as ridiculous sounding as me being my own business, but whatever. I'll have to think on it.
P.S. The Car's greatest hits album may be my most favorite greatest hits album...and I have quite a few. What can I say? I'm fickle with music.
I have to admit that I totally love "My Best Friend's Girl"...which is probably inappropriate as I've dated "best" friends and my own eyes...while not suede blue, are a blue. Ack. Whatever. No regrets and all that.
Enough of my randomness.
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Friday, May 29th
Title: So, this may be a stupid idea..
But I decided to blog.
After having a couple of drinks. I'll tell you something, it's the best painkiller I could want.
I know my leg is better today. But it's still alarmingly hard to lift that leg. Who knew it took so much effort to clear little messes on the floor?
I'm definitely limping.
Poop.
I'm hoping it'll be even better tomorrow, and maybe even more like normal sometime into next week. I will be babying it, of course.
When did I turn into that person? The one who babies injuries instead of just being like...fuck it, I got it. I used to just be somewhere near offended when people would offer help. I'd bring out my "I'm not an invalid" speech, but now I'm just like...dammit.
Maybe I'm too old for that?
Who knows. Still have no idea what I'm doing exactly for my birthday, but I'm going to make sure I get to the ocean. Even if I have to bribe someone.
The ocean and me have to be together.
Someone died this past weekend.
While I was on vacation. The lesson? When I go on vacation, people die. I'll have to aim better next time. This guy was nice enough, though I didn't know him well. He died from drowning. In the ocean. My favorite place to be.
It's screwing with my head, I'll admit that. The ocean kills? I guess I didn't realize.
I suppose what it should really bring to mind is that you need to have proper respect for the ocean. It's hard for me, I make a beeline for the water each time. Even if no one comes with me, I WILL be going in as deep as I possibly can.
And it's never got me. I know a sneaker wave grabbed my relatives one time, luckily no one was hurt, but for all my stupidness, I've never had a problem with the ocean.
It's probably a good thing I never made it down to the beach during the ocean overnight trip. Who knows what I might have done in the moonlight, where it was hard to see.
March or not. I may have gone in anyhow.
I'm like that.
Ok, enough of the emo. I have a new picture. It's Deanna and me at work. Her last day, and I actually like this picture. It's rare that I like my pictures, but this one is rocking. (only on MySpace, cause I'm a myspace whore. Ask if'n you want to see it.)
Deanna has left the building as they say. We'll always have MySpace. I worry that I'm becoming too immune to people leaving. I'm such an easy crier and yet I didn't. Maybe it's because I know I'll see her again?
Yes, I am wearing an Oregon Ducks t-shirt. I have way too many. People tease me about them, but it's an easy way to get away with wearing a t-shirt to work.
So there.
Apparently, I'm getting into the belligerent stage, so I shall go now. Wish me luck on my leg feeling better. =)
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Thursday, May 29th
Title: BOO!
Why is it that whenever someone drops off my MySpace friends, I can't seem to figure out who the hell it is?
Ok, so maybe with some people it makes sense, but not my top friends. You'd think I'd be so on top of my top friends that I would always know who dropped off the list.
I'm aggravated. I want to know now!
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Tuesday, June 03
Title: Derek tried to "marry" Jake and I again
It will not be long at all before we get the harder questions, for now he merely assumes that we MUST have been married to have a baby.
I've told him more than once that I was not married to his dad, but it doesn't seem to stick.
This last time, he may have merely been trying to get me to buy his dad's "Father's Day card".
I guess it irks me a bit to have to spend money, and I have yet to get a "Mother's day card", so wth? Ah, such is life with children. He could make a card, but he doesn't like that idea.
The conversation went something like this:
D = "I want to get the exact same card for my dad that Ben got for his dad."
Me = "I suppose you want me to buy it then?"
D = "Did you buy Ben's Dad's card?"
Me = "Yes, but Ben's dad is a lot closer to being somewhat of my father then your dad is."
D = "But isn't he like..your husband or something?"
Me = "No, not at all. We weren't married. We lived together, but never got married."
It just went on and on from there. He then verified that even though we don't live together now, Jake is STILL his dad.
I tried to take the easier road and explain that we both MADE him, and therefore, he is always our child, but that doesn't make Jake and I related.
I think he may still be confused. I'm doing my damndest to keep the child as innocent as I can for as long as I can. Maybe that's sheltering him too much, but I don't like the alternative. I was aware of "things" for what seems like forever, and I made many off color remarks that other people's parents would look at me weirdly for.
I like the innocence. But he has developed somewhat of an interest in the chest area of girls. Not like he stares or anything, but he glances and then looks confused.
This is promising to be a super fun time for me. /sarcasm.
Just kidding, it all comes with the territory.
For now, I know that he knows he was made in my stomach and that they cut him out of there.
(I use that to tell him to stop doing this or that to himself. Like bonking himself in the head. I'll be like..I MADE that body and you need to stop hurting it!
Yes, I've become THAT kind of mother.)
Maybe that part is what confuses him. He doesn't necessarily know about how girl parts are different as much. He has a little sister, but he just always makes a face and runs away when her diaper is changed.
Meh. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. The thing I shall stress is protection. We do not need to continue the family legacy of teen pregnancy that Jake and I started.
I'm so often confused and amazed at all the little things that go into child rearing. And the not so little things. All the different aspects to look at.
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Tuesday, June 3
Title: YAY
It was actually a simple fix, and my garage is no longer dripping water.
YAY!
Bad news for today?
Ben is descending into sick hell (boy he HATES being sick, but so do I), and I forgot my allergy medicine. On top of my own becoming sick, this should be entertaining. Yay for sneezing on top of being stuffy.
Maybe I'll be all sorts of gross and full of green nastiness.
lol!
I just hope I don't want to claw my face off by the end of the day.
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Tuesday, June 3
Title: Double goddamn boo
My garage is dripping. I'm waiting for the dreams to come back.
I used to live in the crappiest apartment ever where the roof would leak when it rains.
Which is often in Oregon, for those who don't know.
I finally managed to get the hell out of those apartments and the bad dreams about the leaking ceilings finally stopped, and now something is causing a puddle and dripping on the floor of my garage. =(
My landlord is much better than the last one, I have no doubt it will be fixed ASAP, it's just that I can't quite believe it has to be WATER dripping.
REALLY? It couldn't be like...I don't even know, but something besides dripping water. It's more than likely a plumbing issue. I am full of hate for dripping water.
And scared to use my water for fear that it's a burst pipe that all the water seems to run through.
Thank god for Ben, cause he was the one who saw how bad it was last night, and started moving boxes out of the way at 1:30 in the morning.
Have I mentioned lately that my boyfriend is awesome?
I freak out, and he just does what needs to be done and makes sure our stuff doesn't get horribly wet.
I didn't sleep well. And I think I'm getting a cold.
While water and me are usually friends, I kind of hate it right now.
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Monday, June 02
Title: Independence at it’s finest.
I apologize for the shakiness. I hadn't even had coffee yet. lol.
Actually, it's because I tried to zoom in close and the camera doesn't do too well with that. I look like I have cerebral palsy, but it's really cause the zooming in makes it less focused. If you can't see it, that's too bad, cause it's really something else. And now we've moved even farther back on the street, so you really couldn't see if I tried to take a video of it.
Basically? This is all you get.
I'd say wait until you have children, but mine is pretty much one of a kind. He told me the other day that he doesn't understand how cartoons can have a hand go through one hole, and come out another hole in an entirely different place.
I laughed inwardly and then said...well, because it's a cartoon. You can draw it anywhere you want to. =)
He's a blast usually. We made faces last night, as in drew faces on a piece of paper and I drew crazy eyes. Then Ben drew Paris Hilton eyes, and Derek tried to copy him. Then he tried to copy me, so I drew a talking balloon and wrote "I hate it when Derek copies me".
Ha ha. He copies me anyhow and then drew this coming out of it's mouth..*fart*.
When I asked him what he meant, he said he meant like blowing a raspberry. I explained that of course that is spelled like "phbbt". At least in Calvin and Hobbes world. LOL.
All right, I must stop writing, I need to clock in from lunch now. This has been your Derek lunch (half) hour.
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Friday, May 29th
Title: "I’m super, thanks for askin’"
I just now figured out who I lost from my top friends. I'll admit that it took me a damn long time to figure it out, and I spent a lot of time trying to figure it out. The key?
Drinking rum and cokes, apparently, cause it just came to me finally. It was like that annoying "tip of your tongue" thing for days and just now it finally came out.
Hurray. I feel better. It's always awesome when my memory actually succeeds for me.
What's funny is that my boss will tell me things to make sure that I remind her to do them. At work my memory is key and my boss has even said.."thank god for your young memory" before. Indeed, I do have multitudes of vendor numbers stuck inside my head. It's like a game I play with myself. I don't quite make people quiz me, but people ask all the same and I can usually provide the right number...along with people's extensions on the phone lines.
Yeah. Ok, so I'm weird. And number oriented. If I assigned everyone of my MySpace friends a number (how freaking ridiculous does that sound? Like I'm my own company or some such bullshit), I'd realize who went missing long before now.
I just needed to share my relief at finally being able to figure out who dropped from my list. Now I need to add another person to my "top" friends. Which is almost as ridiculous sounding as me being my own business, but whatever. I'll have to think on it.
P.S. The Car's greatest hits album may be my most favorite greatest hits album...and I have quite a few. What can I say? I'm fickle with music.
I have to admit that I totally love "My Best Friend's Girl"...which is probably inappropriate as I've dated "best" friends and my own eyes...while not suede blue, are a blue. Ack. Whatever. No regrets and all that.
Enough of my randomness.
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Friday, May 29th
Title: So, this may be a stupid idea..
But I decided to blog.
After having a couple of drinks. I'll tell you something, it's the best painkiller I could want.
I know my leg is better today. But it's still alarmingly hard to lift that leg. Who knew it took so much effort to clear little messes on the floor?
I'm definitely limping.
Poop.
I'm hoping it'll be even better tomorrow, and maybe even more like normal sometime into next week. I will be babying it, of course.
When did I turn into that person? The one who babies injuries instead of just being like...fuck it, I got it. I used to just be somewhere near offended when people would offer help. I'd bring out my "I'm not an invalid" speech, but now I'm just like...dammit.
Maybe I'm too old for that?
Who knows. Still have no idea what I'm doing exactly for my birthday, but I'm going to make sure I get to the ocean. Even if I have to bribe someone.
The ocean and me have to be together.
Someone died this past weekend.
While I was on vacation. The lesson? When I go on vacation, people die. I'll have to aim better next time. This guy was nice enough, though I didn't know him well. He died from drowning. In the ocean. My favorite place to be.
It's screwing with my head, I'll admit that. The ocean kills? I guess I didn't realize.
I suppose what it should really bring to mind is that you need to have proper respect for the ocean. It's hard for me, I make a beeline for the water each time. Even if no one comes with me, I WILL be going in as deep as I possibly can.
And it's never got me. I know a sneaker wave grabbed my relatives one time, luckily no one was hurt, but for all my stupidness, I've never had a problem with the ocean.
It's probably a good thing I never made it down to the beach during the ocean overnight trip. Who knows what I might have done in the moonlight, where it was hard to see.
March or not. I may have gone in anyhow.
I'm like that.
Ok, enough of the emo. I have a new picture. It's Deanna and me at work. Her last day, and I actually like this picture. It's rare that I like my pictures, but this one is rocking. (only on MySpace, cause I'm a myspace whore. Ask if'n you want to see it.)
Deanna has left the building as they say. We'll always have MySpace. I worry that I'm becoming too immune to people leaving. I'm such an easy crier and yet I didn't. Maybe it's because I know I'll see her again?
Yes, I am wearing an Oregon Ducks t-shirt. I have way too many. People tease me about them, but it's an easy way to get away with wearing a t-shirt to work.
So there.
Apparently, I'm getting into the belligerent stage, so I shall go now. Wish me luck on my leg feeling better. =)
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Thursday, May 29th
Title: BOO!
Why is it that whenever someone drops off my MySpace friends, I can't seem to figure out who the hell it is?
Ok, so maybe with some people it makes sense, but not my top friends. You'd think I'd be so on top of my top friends that I would always know who dropped off the list.
I'm aggravated. I want to know now!
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