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I've been laughing at this for days...
Nov. 18th, 2005 10:30 amGuy #1 walks into a bathroom at the airport. He picks out a stall, sits down, and Guy #2 from the next stall say "Hi". Guy #1 is like o_O but he says "Uh - Hi". Guy #2 goes on, "How are you doing?" and Guy #1 replies, "I'm alright, I guess". And then Guy #2 sighs and says, "I'm gonna have to call you back, this idiot in the next stall keeps answering everything I say".
In other news, I think that this would have been my ideal vehicle about 7 years ago. But without the trailer behind it, and anything that the trailer implies. I would make it Rock Star, or Ghetto Fabulous. I can't think of anything cooler than pulling up in the student parking lot in that.
Seriously, I'm not kidding. It's a travesty that I was actually in my grandmother's gray Dodge Stratus.
Grant has continued to work from before or soon after I get up, until late in the evening, each day. As a result, I'm starting to question my whole "I'm a hermit" thing. I'm desperately looking forward to going to ArtSouth on Saturday and La Leche League on Monday. I actually invited Kathy to dinner, like I always say I will. I enlisted my sister to babysit my tyrant while we go to church on Sunday (the other three kids are a breeze to take with us, but we never go because Isaac's impossible). I'm even gonna email an old friend who just had a baby, that I should have gotten back to weeks ago.
I shouldn't complain, though, in the time he was home last night (from about 8 on) Grant made me homemade from scratch spinach alfredo sauce, seasoned chicken and mushrooms, roasted red peppers and tomatoes, and put it all on whole wheat fettuccini. Oh my.
Speaking of thick dairy. I've lost 37 pounds since Jake was born. This puts me at one pound below pre-pregnancy weight. I attribute it to copious water consumption and nonstop tandem nursing. Plus I've been so preoccupied with Jake in the hospital or busy here, that I often forget to eat for half the day. I want to lose another 35. The thing is, I actually believe that I can do that. Because now I'm actually gonna start trying. And on that note, I'm going to get to cleaning this floor and maybe even move on to the carpeted areas, if Jake sleeps long enough.
In other news, I think that this would have been my ideal vehicle about 7 years ago. But without the trailer behind it, and anything that the trailer implies. I would make it Rock Star, or Ghetto Fabulous. I can't think of anything cooler than pulling up in the student parking lot in that.
Seriously, I'm not kidding. It's a travesty that I was actually in my grandmother's gray Dodge Stratus.
Grant has continued to work from before or soon after I get up, until late in the evening, each day. As a result, I'm starting to question my whole "I'm a hermit" thing. I'm desperately looking forward to going to ArtSouth on Saturday and La Leche League on Monday. I actually invited Kathy to dinner, like I always say I will. I enlisted my sister to babysit my tyrant while we go to church on Sunday (the other three kids are a breeze to take with us, but we never go because Isaac's impossible). I'm even gonna email an old friend who just had a baby, that I should have gotten back to weeks ago.
I shouldn't complain, though, in the time he was home last night (from about 8 on) Grant made me homemade from scratch spinach alfredo sauce, seasoned chicken and mushrooms, roasted red peppers and tomatoes, and put it all on whole wheat fettuccini. Oh my.
Speaking of thick dairy. I've lost 37 pounds since Jake was born. This puts me at one pound below pre-pregnancy weight. I attribute it to copious water consumption and nonstop tandem nursing. Plus I've been so preoccupied with Jake in the hospital or busy here, that I often forget to eat for half the day. I want to lose another 35. The thing is, I actually believe that I can do that. Because now I'm actually gonna start trying. And on that note, I'm going to get to cleaning this floor and maybe even move on to the carpeted areas, if Jake sleeps long enough.
