tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63859449836671332712024-03-07T11:12:01.599-08:00dames don't careLaurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-70810143063601664682008-07-16T21:30:00.000-07:002008-07-16T21:32:39.635-07:00stop thatThe phrase "touched out" is used to describe the aversion to physical contact that new moms can get. Your baby demands so much of you, and the nursing relationship is intimate and unrelenting. Here's the thing: I cannot even stand for Hutch to brush against my legs anymore.Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-35123958998498548662007-11-01T19:55:00.001-07:002007-11-01T19:55:55.707-07:008 1/2 months<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurel717/1806702783/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2062/1806702783_18dc351a03_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurel717/1806702783/">Mine</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/laurel717/">laurel717</a> </span></div>Happy Belated Halloween! Trick or Treating went pretty well. Most of the kids were sweet and polite, but I noticed a few seemed to not want to bother with the saying "trick or treat" part. And one kid didn't want the candy I held out, instead reaching right into the bowl to get what he wanted. Oh, and one little punk stole the top of my jack o'lantern (I recovered it shortly afterward in the planting strip). There were no show-stopping costumes like the "mailman" from last year, and despite all the media frenzy over slut costumes for little girls, everybody was quite wholesome and decent. much ado over nothing, at least in my hood. <br /><br />The baby is all growed and could come any time, but the doctor doesn't see any indication of an early arrival. GOOD! I'm ready to be done with it physically, but I can't psychologically handle his arrival before the due date, November 14. Being pregnant has pretty much sucked, and that's from someone who had a completely easy, problem-free time of it. Most of the associated aches and pains and symptoms were unsurprising, but I had no idea that the whole gravity thing in these last few weeks would be so painful. Sometimes when I'm walking it takes my breath away.<br /><br />I'm working right up until labor. I'm way too cheap to waste days off before the baby gets here. Although I'm wrapping up projects and embarrassing procrastinations, each day that passes I care less about getting something crossed off the list. And each day that passes the aggravations of work bother me more. I can't wait for my time off. I'm not convinced its the best place to return to, either. But geez, job hunting AND a new baby might make my head explode for someone so resistant to change.<br clear="all" />Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-75289627138565717872007-08-31T22:19:00.001-07:002007-08-31T22:20:45.661-07:00sorry earl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5sRwDDGITaX2yKk7lckAPAl2Ie6SA5dus8rs7hdm8hHXY7Bhsf5V6bk28cagrQEpLbli-8sFghgwIzW00m6SS3mGgZWj6HTXjPeNKiYHi-V-xuS_ZRgEjOG9WeYtCAFlYoecMA8qi6WL/s1600-h/evan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5sRwDDGITaX2yKk7lckAPAl2Ie6SA5dus8rs7hdm8hHXY7Bhsf5V6bk28cagrQEpLbli-8sFghgwIzW00m6SS3mGgZWj6HTXjPeNKiYHi-V-xuS_ZRgEjOG9WeYtCAFlYoecMA8qi6WL/s320/evan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105101250354668146" border="0" /></a><br /> My Drug Buddy by The Lemonheads is the best song ever!Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-65690741014009702662007-08-30T18:15:00.001-07:002007-08-30T18:23:39.247-07:00hi there<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sZDQ_WUm8mpT8NmELwV-Ue4c2Nt4ZyQK6LnfPyd4f2u3NQKZyu0-1n1ldSJsCT9rp68-8cznZ_igVz2yMUcTKj39-AiiMbUgmANRwhVeAMKTyZ8JTh1NHYuAHYLQf_Fc0XlwXZDtpHTK/s1600-h/shirt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9sZDQ_WUm8mpT8NmELwV-Ue4c2Nt4ZyQK6LnfPyd4f2u3NQKZyu0-1n1ldSJsCT9rp68-8cznZ_igVz2yMUcTKj39-AiiMbUgmANRwhVeAMKTyZ8JTh1NHYuAHYLQf_Fc0XlwXZDtpHTK/s320/shirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104667282564112994" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not keeping a pregnancy journal wherein I record my thoughts on the beauty and wonder of all of this. I'm not writing drippy letters to my child about all my hopes and dreams for his future. Those are activities that belong on a list of Things That Are The Opposite Of What I Would Do. I'm also generally avoiding having my photograph taken. Already camera-shy, I don't really feel the need to document every new inch.<br /><br />But sometimes I do feel bad that all this is passing by so quickly, with scarcely a pause for reflection. I dunno, I know I'm kind of weird in that I just don't have a big dramatic, emotional response to.... well, pretty much anything. This sure hammers that point home.<br /><br />Anyway.<br /><br />I'm over six months pregnant! And my life is going to be drastically different in such a short time. SUCH A SHORT TIME. Of course I'm excited. Not really that nervous, though (is that arrogant?) And full of love for this baby, even as he repeatedly shanks me in the ribs.<br /><br />(No one told me about the not-fitting-into-shoes part. )Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-43075040849538105192007-07-10T19:30:00.000-07:002007-07-10T19:41:06.879-07:00i am finally warm!We're finally getting some <a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/323180_heat11.html">nice summer weather </a>this week! i love it. The office didn't feel like a freezer today, although they made us close the blinds as we left so that it would keep cool for tomorrow. I did it begrudgingly as I was finally comfortable.<br /><br />Speaking of heat, for the 4th of July we went to the Gorge to see the Willie Nelson picnic. It was super hot but was nice once the sun went down. He sounded great... I also enjoyed the Drive-by Truckers. The others I could take or leave (Old 97s... someone else I forget). They were selling $10 beer! I had a frozen lemonade.<br /><br />I had an OB GYN visit today and have gained 16 pounds. Believe me, I can feel it when I walk. I guess that is in the average range of weight gain which is reassuring, because I feel I've really porked out. I saw some photos from over the weekend and I couldn't believe it. I'm getting a haircut tomorrow and hopefully that will help with my self-esteem. (Or worsen it, considering I still haven't found someone I can trust.)<br /><br />Speaking of babies, I'm trying hard to picture my features (5-head, little beaky bird nose, too-small mouth) on a boy. I'm trying and trying. All I can come up with is <a href="http://images.google.com/images?um=1&tab=wi&client=firefox-a&hl=en&hs=bWm&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&q=pete%20doherty">Pete Doherty</a>, although I know that's not quite right. And yeah, I've done that celebrity facial recognition software thingie, and the only man it came up with for my face is 50-cent.<br /><br />This feels like a 7th grade book report.Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-9068917583043421992007-05-19T19:57:00.001-07:002007-05-19T20:04:16.501-07:00Hi! and Finished Object!<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurel717/505247545/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/505247545_52a1e0e795_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" > <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/laurel717/505247545/">finished sahara</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/laurel717/">laurel717</a>. </span></div>Its been a while since this has been finished, but I just haven't been photographing well. I give up and will post this one, taken this morning, anyway. This is <a href="http://www.stitchdiva.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=SDS-031">Sahara by Wendy Bernard</a>, in Katia Diana. A wonderful pattern, seriously, you HAVE to make it. I myself wasn't interested because its advertised in silk and sequins (see the link), and it wasn't until I saw a photo of one in an unfussy yarn that I saw the potential for me.<br /><br />I had another finished sweater in the time since I last posted, but I kind of gave it to my sister I think.<br /><br />Now I'm working on socks and a crocheted baby blanket. Going to start some koigu booties and the kate gilbert rabbit.<br /><br />I haven't been able to find a haircutter that works for me since my guy moved away last year. I just can't stand to look at pictures like this.<br /><br />Right now I'm wearing a thick elasticized band that allows me to wear my pre-pregnancy jeans unbuttoned. I feel real silly, I gotta say.<br /><br />Talk to you later!!!!!Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-25175085468902204092007-03-14T20:30:00.000-07:002007-03-14T20:33:29.541-07:00thinspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3duy7wrimx70c3bY8ajfK2C2Xz6H_4l15zUe75eeyZM0IKJ-ONXY6ft2Bj1yp7jEqVWuFa4mB4XnlxQwLf-pmsZGPaq9DizjdDOpTL6g-BAoYB272SujmiBBdCNjo2yJ0zQQinnGXvZnn/s1600-h/DSCN1795.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3duy7wrimx70c3bY8ajfK2C2Xz6H_4l15zUe75eeyZM0IKJ-ONXY6ft2Bj1yp7jEqVWuFa4mB4XnlxQwLf-pmsZGPaq9DizjdDOpTL6g-BAoYB272SujmiBBdCNjo2yJ0zQQinnGXvZnn/s320/DSCN1795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041989038316961730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think my new shirt is super hilarious.Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-24694643874615281442007-01-20T13:04:00.001-08:002007-01-20T13:13:09.831-08:00A New DayGOOD AFTERNOON Y'ALL!!! I FEEL GREAT!! Well, not 100 percent normal yet, but getting there. I put on a brassiere for the first time in days and it feels fantastic! Know what I mean?? I know you do. I am ready to leave the house and have even invited company for tomorrow. I am just desperate for interaction with people other than Mister X and The Cat. Nothing against them, but just sayin'. (I warned my friend, "Don't be alarmed if you come through the door and I POUNCE.)<br /><br />The fish are named Colt, Winchester, and Baretta. That was just decided this morning.<br /><br />I am definitely going to write about NYC (unlike when I was definitely going to write about San Francisco... sigh. You know what? I think I still might, with a belated thanks to <a href="http://bigsister.typepad.com/">Big Sister</a> for her wonderful recommendations that we DID heed).<br /><br />Later, though.Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-9347944573413108772007-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:002007-01-20T13:10:16.634-08:00A New DayGOOD AFTERNOON Y'ALL!!! I FEEL GREAT!! Well, not 100 percent normal yet, but getting there. I put on a brassiere for the first time in days and it feels fantastic! Know what I mean?? I know you do. I am ready to leave the house and have even invited company for tomorrow. I am just desperate for interaction with people other than Mister X and The Cat. Nothing against them, but just sayin'. (I warned my friend, "Don't be alarmed if you come through the door and I POUNCE.)<br /><br />The fish are named Colt, Winchester, and Baretta. That was just decided this morning.<br /><br />I am definitely going to write about NYC (unlike when I was definitely going to write about San Francisco... sigh. You know what? I think I still might, with a belated thanks to <a href="http://bigsister.typepad.com">Big Sister</a> for her wonderful recommendations that we DID heed).<br /><br />Later.Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-43617884516702797162007-01-19T13:16:00.000-08:002007-01-19T13:37:56.747-08:00dum de dum de dum de dum de dum<p class="MsoNormal">I’m home sick.<span style=""> </span>Again.<span style=""> </span>Went to work Tuesday for my first day back after vacation, then went home early on Wednesday, stayed out yesterday, and again today.<span style=""> </span>Things have changed… I used to recover from a minor illness in 1-2 days!<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>It makes me very nervous to miss work for this long.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I’m so bored.<span style=""> </span>Boredboredbored of sitting here in a messy house in my jammies, eating scraps of whatever I can find, arguing with the cat, and gazing at the computer screen. Unfortunately I don't like daytime telly, except for <a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/">Ellen</a> and okay, sometimes very begrudgingly Tyra when she plays <a href="http://tyrashow.warnerbros.com/show_recaps/show_recap_wed68.html">Makeover Angel</a>.<span style=""> </span>I have been getting some knitting done, at least.<span style=""> </span>And dreamily reviewing job listings on Monster.<span style=""> (Which then leads to cursing my liberal arts degree and all that lack of ambition during my twenties). </span>Oh yeah, and <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/laurel717/sets/72157594487388759/detail/">caring for my fish.</a><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/laurel717/sets/72157594487388759/"><span style=""> </span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I’ve been enjoying a new (to me) flickr group, <a href="http://flickr.com/groups/10502209@N00/pool/">Awesomely Bad Outfits</a><span style=""></span>. One of these days I’m gonna join and scan something in.<span style=""> </span>Will it be the stirrup pantsuit I wore in sixth grade, the one with the giant blue flowers? That I used to match with zebra print socks?<span style=""> </span>Or maybe something from the time in the 90s when I used to wear thrifted pajamas, the pants cut off or rolled up.<span style=""> </span>Aye yi yi, what a nerd I always have been (always will be).<span style=""> </span>The greatest part of this group is seeing <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/coffeygirlb/115589614/in/pool-10502209@N00/">awful old photos</a> that people have posted <span style=""></span>and then exiting the group to see <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/coffeygirlb/360931174/">what they are like now.</a><o:p> </o:p>Just another thing to remind you growing up is tough for mostly everyone.<span style=""> </span>God I can’t wait to tell that to my child only to know it will never, ever believe me.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p>Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-69001888498473563912007-01-08T23:40:00.000-08:002007-01-08T23:42:15.462-08:00i thought the major was a lady suffragette....its 11:41, and i need to go set my alarm for 5 a.m. and then go to zzzzzzleeep and then get up and then catch a flight to NYC! good night!Laurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385944983667133271.post-8032171151421721722007-01-07T12:41:00.001-08:002007-01-07T12:47:33.522-08:00Happy New Year!!AHHHHAHAHAH!!! Chuckle Chuckle Chortle, Hnr Hnr Hnr. That. Is. Rich.<br /><br />I was just now playing with the new blogger, just out of Beta (which by the way, hooray!) and I accidentally, in one hasty keystroke, deleted<span style="font-weight: bold;"> everything</span>!<br /><br />I don't mind one bit, honestly.<br /><br />This new blogger is going to be GREAT* for the lazy.<br /><br />*and dangerousLaurelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08709053770836342781noreply@blogger.com3