navel gazing

Its poking out. At least I don't have to worry about belly button lint.

Nice rainy evening here. My "H" key is sticking. Makes it damned hard to type.

Somehow, I've managed to make it through another day without ripping the throat out of the most irritating person I've ever had the dubious pleasure of working with. "Darren" likes to brag about what a bully he is and how he killed his neighbors cat. (anyone telling a story like that is bound to get on my bad side...naturally.) I did tell him he was an asshole in front of about 5 other people last week. He thinks he's wonderful of course. So here is the back story.

Asshole Darren and his brother are riding down Coursey Boulevard in Baton Rouge on a day when it had rained - Coursey is known for flooding...and this particular day was no exception. These two mega-assholes see a man and his young son getting out of their vehicle in a parking lot and decide to purposely rooster tail the flood waters on these poor souls. Of course they manage to do the deed and to add insult, the Neanderthals make the block quickly and catch the man and boy, roll down the windows and let out huge belches... and drive off. Asshole Darren thinks this is one of the greatest triumphs of his life. He also likes to sit in parking lots of stores like Target and Walmart with a coaches whistle and blow it when people pass his car. He does this with his kids in the car. (thus teaching them how to be young assholes.) I told him if he ever did that to me and I was able to get my ass in his window, I'd piss in his car.

Honestly can't remember the last time I've worked with anyone that is so obnoxious. I'm not even going to relay the cat killing story because it goes way beyond my limits of storytelling. I've started wearing headphones at work to avoid even having to listen to his b.s.

So, anyways...that's my irritating blowing off steam story of the day. I think honestly if I was not pregnant I'd be able to tolerate this miserable throat clearing, gum popping, fat assed idiot better, but I'm not. Sadly I can't even drink beer to help take the edge off the day. (Speaking of which...I oddly don't even miss beer and wine right now. Have I mentioned that already? That in itself has been a neat experience.)

1/21/12

....then....

No, Really. I'm pregnant!

Very Pregnant. But I figure that most of you who used to read all this crap probably do so on Facebook now since I never post on my blog any more. What used to be my almost-diary is more or less dead. I can honestly say its probably not going to get better since very soon there will be even more to do with a babe in arms.

But in the meantime I can clean the slate again and have some good intentions.

Among the odd things I've been up to that no one ever thought they'd see from me: Traded in the 2 door Jeep for a 4 door model. Its fairly boring in comparison but a heck of a lot less obnoxious in color, since this one is silver. It will comfortably seat a kid in the back and the top still drops so not a huge compromise. I've also "nested" which really is a necessity considering the reality of my current situation. There is a crib, a vanity, a beautiful hand painted dresser, art on the walls and all kinds of baby girl things everywhere. My mom and sisters were even kind enough to give us a super nice Jeep jogging stroller. (I seriously need to use that after she is born. I'm huge.)

As for things I've checked off my old to-do list...drove the Mango Jeep to Utah and did some off roading. Actually did go on some trails with slick rock. The Jeep did great. I don't know if I'll ever own anything but Wranglers from here on out after that performance. It was an easy trip across country-which was a surprise and even better when we got to our destination that we could use the vehicle as it was intended-for Off road.

Sadly there was basically almost no kayaking last year, but there was a good deal of weight lifting and running so I stayed in shape until I got pregnant. Since I was nauseated (and occasionally still am) almost the whole pregnancy-I've been a slug. Its shows. Several of my guy friends who have no verbal filter have called me fat or insinuated that I'm getting thick. Thankfully, women generally have more tact than that. I'll loose it after the baby is born. Can't diet now. Don't really give a shit either. Tommy doesn't seem to care that I'm bigger and I'm having trouble figuring how I could do anything about it anyway. Jogging is out of the question. Walking has never affected my weight. I can't lift any weights until after the birth. I couldn't fit my belly in the kayak, and as stated before, I can't diet. I look like the white version of an Africian Fertility Goddess. At least I have really nice hair and nails. (yes that shit does rock. Pregnancy is amazing for hair growth.Could do without the bizarre hair growth in unexpected places though. WTF is up with hair on my belly? I'm getting them on my chin too. Talk about an ego check. )

We've also been volunteering at the Red Stick Farmer's Market a Saturday or two a month when we can. I enjoy the heck out of that; people watching is good and dealing with people is good for me. We have to deal with the occasionaly weirdo, jerk and idiot but it gives us something to gab about later and its a damn good excuse to get out of bed fairly early on Saturday morning.

More later hopefully. Maybe even some real writing and not this update crap...so Enough of the navel gazing and verbal diahreah. (I don't think that is how that word is spelled, but damned if I'm taking the time to look it up.)

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