Yakkity Yak

I have been interviewing for a job for well over a month now. In the meantime I have been avoiding writing about the pregnancy on the blog in case this potential employer found the blog and subsequently discovered the pregnancy I had not worked up the nerve to disclose yet. This scenario would never have actually happened and if had it would have likely made little difference, but I like to wallow in paranoia. As of today the potential employer is informed of my "delicate" condition, so let's begin.

"I love being pregnant, I feel so feminine and have so much energy!"
"I can eat whatever I want and it doesn't matter!"
"Pregnancy is wonderful. It is one of the greatest experiences a woman can have."

If you have ever uttered one of the above phrases or a variation thereof, please leave now. I have no use for you. In fact, if I had heard you use one of those lines a few weeks ago you might have ended up in a headlock. Pregnancy is rough. At the beginning when I could only move off of the couch long enough to lay in front of the toilet, I would have said it was the worst thing ever to happen to anyone. I am now highly medicated and will simply call it "rough."

Places I vomited in the first 14 weeks of pregnancy:
My house
My parent's house
Iggy and Sara's house
Sam's apartment
Atlanta Bread Company
Jimmy John's
Wal-Mart
five strangers yards while walking the dog

If you have never had to make the slow walk from the electronics department in the very back of wal-mart to the bathroom at the very front so that you could then puke so much and so hard that it bounced back out of the toilet to cover your clothes...well, then consider yourself lucky. There is some poetry to the fact that I haven't shopped in a wal-mart in over four years and yet I managed to enter one just long enough to defile the restroom, don'tcha think?
Tomorrow, all the many things that made me vomit in the first 14 weeks of pregnancy. And then I promise to move on from the topic of puke.

In case you were wondering why the blog is so slow lately.

We have just sat in the house all day long! Almost. Sergio went on a run, and we both went to the store for a few quick dinner things, but that is about it. We have been doing this a lot lately. We stay in and watch football. All of the football that there is, or so it seems to me. The deal was that I would watch all of the football without complaint if Sergio would do the same when certain primetime shows came back on. Let's just say that this did not happen and leave it at that. Now during football I watch tv online. Except during the Dallas/Arizona game today. Did anyone else catch all that craziness?

Moving on. There are two place to go in Dallas if you want to be outside. White Rock Lake and the Katy Trail. Guess how many people in Dallas are aware of these places. Go ahead, guess. All of them. Every last human and their pet knows that these are the only two places to be on the weekend if you want to go outside. Now guess how much fun it is to go to these two places. None. Especially White Rock which is so covered with people you can't move and so covered with pets that you can't breathe for the poo smell. The Katy Trail is better, but only three miles long. Boo.

I guess that is it for now. Marvel at our thrilling existence!

This Made My Brain Hurt

Hello. How are things? I have been meaning to update for, oh, a while now. The idea of posting makes me...tired. I have the idea of a few posts inside my head, but they all require taking and uploading photos, and that just ain't happenin right now. Neither is good grammar apparently.

Anyway....um...where was I?

An update I guess. Sergio continues to extern. He writes memos and letters and sits in on meetings with lots of other lawyers. He is lead attorney for two cases. You would have to ask him exactly what that entails, but it sounds good either way.

I am a substitute teacher. So far I have done 3rd grade special ed, 4th grade math and science, high school art, algebra II, algebra I, eighth grade math, and US History. It is God's little joke that I keep getting math classes. Every single day I hear children discuss things that should be far too mature for them to understand. I simply ask that they keep the foul language to a whisper so I don't have to acknowledge it. And to please stop discussing their first time at the top of their lungs. Please.

Eliot's rear end is swollen and red again, but not in the same way as last time when he went to the emergency vet. We are hoping that this will miraculously disappear. Any thoughts on what this might be?

My father turned fifty last week. We went to Little Rock for his birthday party. Evidently the fiftieth birthday is that of the jello shot and the raunchy card. Forty was also for the raunchy card, but fifty really went above and beyond. It was actually a very nice and tame party that involved mostly Baggo and lots of food, but the other stuff did make an appearance. Happy birthday, Dad!

Now I need a nap. If you think I am joking, think again.

Joining Me On the Downhill Slide to Our Thirties

Sergio turns 26 today. I have always thought it was funny that the first day of fall usually (or is it always?) happens on his birthday. Even fetus Sergio knew that he wanted no part of summer and waited around until fall officially began. And nothing has changed on that front.

We had to get creative this year when it came to celebrating since unpaid externs and unemployed teachers don't make good money. Or any, rather. So on Friday we went to a high school football game. In Texas! Between ranked teams! That is like the ultimate in high school football, in case you weren't aware. By the time we found our way to Allen, TX they had already had kickoff and we learned that it was standing room only. And so we stood between stands near the endzones at a gate...the whole time. We could only see half of the game at this vantage point, but it was pretty exciting either way. True to my young self, when I couldn't see the game or just didn't care, I resorted to watching the people. The band, the cheerleaders, the drill team, fans. I even watched a young girl in front of me try to hole up near a gate and read a book. Kindred spirit.

If you are looking for something to do on a friday night, you might just go to a local game. I think we might start making a habit of it. But only at games that have seats available. Happy birthday, Sergio!

Hard at Work

This isn't a political blog and we rarely dabble in commentary on the news, but I have a couple pennies. The current economic situation has been difficult for me to understand and the proposed solution may be even harder to grasp but I heard someone on the Sunday morning news with Mr. Stephonopolis (no idea how to spell that) give a fairly concise description of what is happening. The summary is that the "US government is now privatising wealth and nationalizing the problem", in this case bad loans. That struck me as a good way to look at the issue.
(P.S. The cartoon above was created by Mr. Danziger, who I hope will not sue me for posting it)

Another Reason for Wealthy Adults Not to Like Cartoons

This struck me as portraying, at different times in the film, an ideal for both Democrats and Republicans.

Movies

Tropic Thunder ♣♣½
It is not bad at all. It was funny and we enjoyed it.

Hamlet 2 ♣♣½
Pretty much what we said before. Be prepared to have the song "Rock Me Sexy Jesus" in your head for days. And yes, it is stuck in my head again since I wrote that.

Baby Mama ♣♣½
A couple of really funny moments, sweet and enjoyable.

All of these movies are funny and good for an afternoon or rental. We considered giving them threes for their watch-abliity, but went with less because you won't remember much about them a couple of hours after watching. Except that song, of course.

Urgent Care: Still Cheaper Than a Second Car

We all know my luck with bicycles. Not very good. But this post isn't about my luck. It is about Sergio's. After four years of commuting on and off on his bike, he had a bit of mishap yesterday. Well, I'll let him tell you.

I got up at 6:00 and got all of my gear ready, my towel rolled, my shirt neatly folded, a place for everything and everything in it's place. I've got this down by now. I got out the door and onto my bike at 6:40 sharp, I went to the automatic gate, I did a slow clockwise turn to give the sensor time to open up the gate. I was on the street and making good time. A perfect start to a new day. I get to the first stop light; green mean go. I get to the second stop light; red means slowly approach the light and try to balance on the bike without getting off the pedals. I was doing well, this way I can get a quick start when the light turns green, but that light is taking forever. Balance, balance, press the brake, I've got cars behind me, Oh come on, turn. Wait, oh, I'm falling, I'm going zero miles per hour and the light is still red and I'm falling right over on my side in front of all these Dallas early morning drivers who probably think I shouldn't be on their road anyways. Well that was embarrassing, but no harm no foul, just a scratch. I got on my bike and got to work, I could tell the knee kind of hurt though, something about my foot staying in the stirrups and my knee turning the other direction. Anyways, long story short, I'm on the couch right now with my knee in a brace and a doctor's words about sprained knee ligaments in my ear.

I Swear We Would Have Posted This Even If She Weren't a Woman

While Sergio and I have opinions on Sarah Palin, oh so very many opinions, we are not going to share them. However, this clip is awesome because it focuses on media coverage and not really on her. If we can't all come together to laugh at Bill O'Reilly and Karl Rove then who can we come together and laugh at?

Emma Grace

Dan and Amanda had a healthy baby girl yesterday morning. She was 7 lbs 12 ozs, and 20 inches long. She has quite a bit of dark hair, but I have no pictures of that. I can't get a picture to load right now, so if you want to see her (and you know you do!), click the flickr box on the right of the screen and look for Newborn Emma.