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Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Every day I have the urge to sit down and write stuff - I’ve got a whole lot of thoughts churning in this fat head of mine - but it’s vacation (OH MY GOD! I still can’t get over that), and we are either doing something or Jelly Man is using the computer, and so my thoughts are running around in that hamster wheel of mine. Whenever I do get a moment to sit down the thoughts seem to scramble away and I just sit here, staring at the screen, fingers tapping impatiently at the keys.

(For example, right now I pondered getting up to bring Jelly Man coffee in bed, but then had a change of heart because when will I get to sit down again uninterrupted? Exactly!)

First off, Carlita’s speech, or indeed lack thereof. I’m getting slightly impatient about this, but I know that for now there isn’t much to do but wait. We’re scheduling her 2nd birthday well baby visit around her birthday, and I’ll bring it up with the doctor then, if they don’t bring it up first. I don’t know what to expect from this just yet. I’m slightly nervous about her getting labeled, but I also realize that if there is something abnormal about her development in that area it’s most likely due to us as her parents, and not something that is “wrong” with her. And even if it were, that would not mean the end of the world.

And I understand how this came about, too. I felt awkward chatting to Carlita when she was smaller. It is still hard for me to let my mouth run while we go about our daily business, but from the interaction we have it’s clear that she understands a lot of what we say. She just isn’t very good at forming words. The ones she do say are badly butchered, bay for bird, bai for bear, shuz for shoes, buh for ball and so on. But since I moved from the land of Danes at 10 years old I haven’t really had a mother language. My danish sort of trailed off the longer I spent in the land of Swedes (and Swedish remains my favorite language still, but by now I really suck at that too), when I moved to Funland I started using English as my primary language. I feel like I have three handicapped languages to work with, and how on earth is that a good foundation for Carlita to learn how to speak on?

Second, we will be expanding. In fact, we have had unprotected sex and I might already be hosting a fertilized egg and OMG *spazz*. We’ll know in about a weeks time. A week or so ago I asked Carlita’s godmother if she might have a suggestion as to what astrological sign we should go with (could we be any more of a mish mesh family with an Aquarius, Scorpio and a Leo? How about a Virgo, so that no element is discriminated?) and I’m kinda hoping she’ll recommend an Aries. Except, we’ll see.. in a week or so!

Third, this brings up lots of questions regarding my body and whether I am healthy enough for another pregnancy. I feel pretty good about the fact that we waited those two years, and I feel more normal, body wise, than I did a year ago. It’s just too bad that this body is in much worse shape than the one I had two years ago. Regardless of me being pregnant or not I need to look after myself better. Junk food eating has been cut to a minimum, but I’m still a sucker for pop and that needs to change. I need to get my ass back on the exercise bike.

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I went out in public without a hat on the other month. Shaving my head has been one of the most freeing experiences of my life, although freedom doesn’t feel quite as free when one feels the need to always wear a hat in public. So I went without. And, well, I got a lot of stares. But, you know, growing up with dark hair/eyes/skin in a place where there are lots of blond/blue eyed/pale people make you kind of immune to the stares. It didn’t bother me one bit, I might even have felt a little proud for plowing the way for teenage girls who secretly want to shave their head but never dared to - however many that might be. Now I’m planning to send all my unused Renbow and Manic Panic hair dye to my not-quite sister in the land of Danes - her mum is going to LOVE me…

It is official

Sunday, June 29, 2008

I have had my Paypal account since 2004, and yesterday they notified me that my account is under review because I have, to date, received 1000€, and they want to make sure I’m not laundering money. Wow. 1000€ in four years make 250€ a year! I am so totally cashing in! If only someone would have bothered to let me know I’m rolling in dough, because somehow it has escaped me. (Except not really - I might not be the most sanitary of people, I know that, but I can’t stand the smell of money. That dank smell of people’s past greasy meals and toilet visits give me the shivers in the worst possible way ever. If I’d been rolling in money, I would know just from the smell.)

Also, they are not TAKING my possibly laundered money, at least there is that. I can even withdraw funds while my review is underway. I guess that means I can put a roll on that 80€ I have in there and spend it all before they realize they are dealing with a columbian drug lord and take away my fortune.

Jelly Man’s vacation doesn’t actually start until tomorrow, but he skipped Friday and so we’ve been dilly dallying around for the past weekend. Yesterday was kind of boring, so we were channel surfing like gnats on a sugar high. Sometimes Funland has a gem up its sleeve, and sometimes it even takes it out and twirls it between its fingers for all of us to see and hem and haw at. Yesterday we came across an accordion competition while manically switching between channels.

My grandpa was an accordion player. It’s just about the only thing I remember about him. The accordion and his black beard. And that one time where he pressed my cheeks while my mouth was full of juice, and so successfully turning me into a juice fountain.

We watched some accordion competition there for a while. Did you know that a great big chunk of today’s accordion players are hunky early-twenty-somethings? With glorious tanned complexions, except for that Russian guy who looked slightly vitamin deficient and that other dude who looked like Bono, and you could totally imagining them picking up a sax and tearing it up - except they did! With an accordion! Tore the place right up, they did!

And you could tell, you could no more take two musicians and make them switch accordions any more than you could tell them to detach their legs and switch with each other. Each accordion was its own masterpiece, big, small, glittery, classy and just slightly over the top, an extension of its owner. And in typical musician fashion they all looked constipated and twitchy while they were jamming it up. So, there you had a handful and a half of, mostly, hunky young men doing their thing with an accordion strapped to their front. Accordions approximately the size of a really healthy infant..

Oh.. Right!

NOW I GET IT!

So, yes, I have the dreaded baby fever.

Will approve of sibling for X amount of ice cream.

He came back!

Monday, May 26, 2008

Things seem to have calmed down a little lately. And by lately, I mean the past 12 hours or so, when Jelly Man finally came home from Latvia. I seriously don’t know how single parents do it, but I guess they did like I did, except for longer periods of time, and I’m not sure I would have lasted another day (we were totally out of food when he got back - I was secretly considering a toddler steak in case he got delayed for whatever reason..)

I’ve managed some weird things lately, as well. I wrote “USA” on a package with a Calgary address, even though I know better, and didn’t think of it until the package was in the mail. I did about a ton of laundry, and when it was all clean I folded that shit (and I folded it good!), sorted it and put it.. like.. in the, whotzit called?.. yes, the closet!

I KNOW!

I’m just as shocked as anyone would be.

I still have a million things to do, but because my partition went *poof* this weekend some of it will have to wait. I’m slightly worried there will be no resurrection, but the thought is so nauseating that I’m not even going to go there. Instead I’m going to direct all that nervous energy on Carlita’s upcoming birthday bash. Two years, people, she will be TWO! (July 31st, mark your calendars!) I still can’t believe it.. As she is totally obsessed with balloons these days we pretty much have a theme picked out already (which, balloons, don’t actually make a theme in itself (themselves?), but we figured quantity will make up for quality in this once-in-a-lifetime occasion.)

And, as suspected, there is a plethora of gossip about S. from this weekend, but I’ll spare you - and not because I’m a decent person (geez!) - but because it’s all rather repetitive I’m afraid. The dude has no imagination, no sense of adventure. Oh well..

I swear, it’s not imaginary

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

We had hail today.

I’s been 12 days since he called home to tell me he got us a new car. He will finally be bringing it home tonight, or so he says. To be honest, I’ll believe it when I see it, physically, in front of me. I’m preparing to be bitter and upset about the car, just so as I won’t be disappointed. For all I know, on his way home he will encounter someone, who will lie down in the middle of the street to get him to pull over, and then they’ll pull away with screeching tires while cackling madly.

I know, I’ve got some really optimistic and awesome habits. Maybe it’s time to consider medication?

*cough*

On a different note, I’m going slightly panicky, because, dude, we’re running low on my favorite soap, and I’m in no financial position to restock just now. To make a little money I’m selling off some of my less used BPAL over at the bpal.org forum, but I thought I’d mention it here too, just in case someone might be interested in what I’ve got (email or leave comment!). I know, I know - you probably don’t even know what bpal is, and if so I apologize.

Also, Carlita is turning more and more toddleresque. It’s getting increasingly annoying that we can’t communicate like humans between the three of us. There is lots of pointing and moderate grunting, and a few meaningful syllables, but that is as interactive as it gets. It hasn’t escaped us that she plays ignorant just to get away with stuff she knows she isn’t allowed to do - like, say, pull the tail off the cat for the 50th time in a day.

Me: “Don’t do that, no Carlita, quit it”

Carlita: - continues pulling

Me: “No, Carlita, no, don’t, no, Carlita, CARLA!“

Carlita: *grin* *pull* *pull*

And later..

Carlita: - pointing an accusatory finger and yelling “Duga duga dew!! Duga duga dew DEW!!!“

Tsk, all that pointing and yelling - wonder where she gets it from..