La dee da

Someone from Washington state ran a search for "squirrel pregnancy hormones" and got my blog. Hee hee. Dammit! I'm supposed to be looking up a museum. Can't keep a thought in my head to save my life.

Libertarians of the world...

At one point during the "in-law" picnic, I thought I was going to go absolutely insane as two chemical engineer/patent lawyers and a lawyer/chemical engineer in training were talking shop, but the conversation turned to politics. I had assumed the the father/son team were right wing Republicans and braced myself for the party line. After a few minutes of give and take between those two, the BF and the other (less conservative) lawyer, I asked the son, "Are you a Libertarian?" He responded in the affirmative, as did the dad, and so I had a ton of questions, having only a rudimentary knowledge of the tenets of the philosophy. Drug laws, public education, gun laws, seat belts, the war in Iraq, personal responsibility, honor and valor, voting/drinking/driving ages, Child and Family protective services, welfare-all were discussed, and I was absolutely fascinated by the responses.

What a couple of foocking fascists, but boy, the chocolate cake couldn't be beat.

It even made the popcorn taste bad

Crap, Life, or two movie studios, owe me a reimbursement of at least three hours. Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason? Why, oh why? At first, I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to see the movie through to the end because I had somewhere to go. That was LONG before the movie started. (It still annoys me that I haven't been able to see the ending to Stephen Chow's soccer movie because it became pixelated near the end and kept cutting to the credits.) After the first five minutes, I comforted myself that I had rented it from the library and it hadn't cost a dime. Then, I kept thinking, well, SOMETHING good has to happen soon.

Nope.

Although I never make fun of people who are overweight (having been heavy myself for a few years, and boy did it suck), all I could think was, Boy, Renee looks terrible. I don't even like really skinny women (Calista Flockhart makes me throw up in my mouth a little whenever I see her. One of the biggest TV disappointments for me was that the kiss on Ally McBeal was between her and Lucy Lui, not Luci and ah, that other blonde who is famous but I don't feel like googling to find her name.)

How Stella Got Her Groove Back wasn't much better, but at least it had Taye (?) Diggs and Angela Bassett. Now SHE is hot, in both the God, I wish I looked like her and Yeah, I'd buy her tequila until she kissed me way.

Off to try to squeeze two humans into one bathing suit.

Sigh

Being pregnant and while not married was not even a blip on my radar screen...until I attended a huge Italian funeral with the BF. I do have to say everyone was very nice (and this Irish gal has never been kissed and hugged so much in one day ever), but there's nothing like a huge event with serious religious overtones to make one feel a bit self conscious about one's...transgressions.

Also, I never thought I'd be in the position of planning a boyfriend's 50th birthday party while decorating a nursery for our baby. I'm happy about it...but it does have a certain "Holy shit" feel to it.

Ah, hello?

Should I tell the two teenaged hoochie mamas preening on the corner that my son is away at a local university earning college credit, or I should I continue to snort at their antics? At first, I wasn't a hundred percent sure it was for his benefit, but the basketball courts are clear, and the only teenagers in a five house radius on every side (including the cross street) are girls. I love the outfits-tight ankle length jeans (it's 92 and humid), black tube top and an orange spandex halter-with a three quarter length sleeve army green jean jacket. What's even funnier is that were he home, and were they able to garner his attention, he would inquire about their course schedule and political party affiliation before giving them the time of day. Oh shit, unless this has something to do with all the "walks" he's been taking since the spring...and I thought he was just increasing endurance...

DON'T GO THERE.

Jigga wha'?

You mean in order to turn on my 13 inch TV 7 or 8 times a year to see if there is a snow day, I'm going to have to PAY? Fascists!!!

Just here to help

I've noticed through all my phone calls to T-Mobile that repeating "Fuck you" over and over again to the automated line actually gets you to a human being much more quickly than going through all of the choices.

You're welcome.