Down, down, down it goes

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

This makes me very sad to look at, but at least I have a ton of crap to prove I was there, before it all went down.

Just to celebrate the shitty economy I insisted that Jelly Man buy me a proper winter jacket. Last year I bought a nice wind/cold resistant thing, only I’m so fat that I had to buy it in a man’s size, one size bigger than the one Jelly Man bought for himself. I am not tall, I am just fat, so you can imagine where my arms went. All in all it was a horrible experience. This year I wanted a real jacket and so Jelly Man drove us to the store and stuck some cash in my fist and told me to go nuts.

I know the economy is crap and that maybe saving is a good idea, like, ya think? But I was determined to buy something I can actually wear without feeling like I shrunk several sizes while still not being able to zip that fucker up in a comfortable manner. I nearly passed my absolute dream jacket because it didn’t quite amaze me on the rack, but you guys, I LOVE MY NEW JACKET! And it cost me a fortune! And I only feel marginally bad about that, because DUDE I CAN ZIP IT UP, I CAN ZIP IT UP GOOD!

It’s both a blessing and a curse that we don’t have a proper full length mirror in the house, I spend enough time doing unproductive shit as it is and standing in front of a mirror taking pictures of myself would be a little rich even for me. Just trust me when I say that the jacket and this cute little sweater I found to go with it were made for me, and so I bought them to the tune of more than I ever wanted to spend on a winter jacket. And now I feel guilty, so I think I better go scrub something…

Oh, and I cut Carlita’s hair. If you squint just right you can almost not tell at all. Now she no longer dons layers, which were remnants from her mullet period. Now it’s pretty even all around and slightly longer than to her shoulders, except her bangs which are right in her eyes because I don’t want to trim them again. Oh, my little bebeh.. I have already put a lock in one of her picture frames.

Am waiting for first week of November with great anticipation. Are we, or are we not?

Formality of forever

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

This is the woman who married us today. She looked awfully formal - so totally unlike me.

Living happily ever after, thank you very much!

This is a hairy situation

Thursday, September 04, 2008

We saw this guy the other day and today we had to rescue it from being roadkill. OK, so I doubt this is the same caterpillar, but they were definitely of the same species. This one is fatter though, so unless it gained a lot of weight in a night it probably isn’t the same caterpillar, but whatever. It’s cute!

If it is some kind of sign of things to come then I’m totally stumped. I mean, the metaphor is right there, staring you in the eye, but it just doesn’t sit right with me. Not any of it. So right now it’s just a caterpillar, maybe even the one from yesterday.

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I realized today while stacking in the frozen pizzas (oh. my. god! I’m trying to steer away from candy, so now I’m eating frozen pizzas. Not necessarily an improvement.) that we need to make room for more stuff, so maybe it would be time to make away with the placenta.

Yes.

The placenta.

It’s been in there for two years, and yes, that is at least 1½ years too many, believe me I KNOW. Some tree is going to get the pleasure of trying to grow on top of a really old placenta and wonder what it did to deserve that.

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Carlita is just now frustratingly and painstakingly learning to put the right shapes through the right holes in her toy bucket. She never showed any interest in the toy before now, and now she can get really vocal when it doesn’t fit where she wants it to fit. If I help her too much or too little they know about it down the bend.

And defiant, oh my! She is currently eating a slice of toast as is, in favor of my spreadable cheese concoction, because the dry bread slice is from the lot of bread slices that she emptied on the floor from their bread bag, and I might have been a little stern when I told her how we don’t do that sort of thing, so now the slice that she snatched up will be her cross to bear because mommy was being mean and now I will suffer because she suffers, spreadable cheese be damned!

She and her father are alike in many, many ways.

It’s a bird! No, it’s a plane! No, it actually is a bird!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Jelly Man got a tetanus shot Monday, and has been sporting a limp left arm ever since - and because he works with heavy machinery where both arms a required he was home yesterday, and is today, too. It’s yet another bad luck/good luck thing as he could use the break from co-workers and other crap, and I’m sure it’s mutual. The docs appointment he had yesterday actually got him some sleeping meds, which is good because his sleep is really off. Another plus is that they have finally started coating his beta blockers so they don’t make him gag anymore when he takes them, which means he’ll take them more frequently, I hope.

Now Carlita, poor thing, woke up yesterday after a slightly delayed nap with what felt like a through-the-roof fever, but after making Jelly Man drive to get us a new digital thermometer, discovering that it wasn’t life threatening just yet - and after spending a whole day wondering what kind of virus she might have caught, hoping as hell she isn’t coming down with meningitis*, I realize it’s teething when I saw her stick her hands deep in her mouth. I stuck my finger in there and she chomped down as hard as she could stand, while her eyes rolled to the back of her head with exhaustion and the relief of pressure on her sore/itchy gums.

*The one thing I’m remotely worried about.

Today we’re just hanging in there. She still has fever, but seems chirpy otherwise. Jelly Man is, on the other hand, still feeling worse, may even be coming down with a fever of his own. I’m going to have to make that chicken my mum left in the fridge (every time she has been here we have to deal with food that she bought but never ate - mostly because she eats what we buy, once we get back from the store. We have almost come to expect that this is how it is. We get back from dropping her off at the airport, and then we go look at what she left for us.), and otherwise try to just make it as comfortable as possible for the two.

Today I’m just going to have to be supermom.