Wednesday, March 29
something for the little ones
I know, I thought it was ridiculous too, a website designed for the under-4 crowd. But then I thought, hmm, the babe *does* love to pound the keyboard, maybe it'd be fun if he could be doing that and not wrecking stuff...so I went to this site, Kneebouncers.com, and he frigging loves it. It's really cute, they can just punch whatever keys and it makes music, or bubbles, or plays peek-a-boo, there are 6 or 7 different games. We just played for about half an hour, and he wore himself right out and is napping now. Interactive, colourful, musical, gotta love it. Give it a try. Tell your friends.
Tuesday, March 28
fishy
I was just catching up on one of my daily reads, and was made to think about my fish tank. I've had it for about just over 6 years now, and although none of the original fish remain, I do have my algae eater, who's been around for 4.5 of those 6. I've posted about him before, and not much has changed. He, thankfully, hasn't grown any more, but I had no idea he was going to get that big in the first place. Friggin Pets Unlimited. Don't buy animals from them unless you already know what they're going to do. And don't buy furry pets other than like, hampsters. No dogs and stuff. Go to a breeder or the SPCA, please. Anyway, I was just thinking about Cleatus, and how gross he is, remembering how he escaped from the tank a few times. He's not slimy at all like he should be, he's really hard and rough like a big disgusting lizard. I freaked out each time he jumped out and yelled at him to stop moving so I could pick him up. He did, he's a good listener apparently, and I put him back in the tank. Gross. I don't want him to die, but I'm a little worried I'll be like 90, with this stupid tank and giant senior citizen algae eater. I'll have to grind up his algae wafers or something. Poor guy. I might get him another algae eater who eats the brown junk to keep him company, but they're only small, so I'm not sure they'd get along. They should...despite his size, Cleatus seems to be a gentle soul; he's never attacked or eaten any of my other, much smaller fish. He's already proven himself much more clever than my first algae eater. Her name was Gertrude. She attached herself to the heater, and could not be convinced to leave it to find food. I'm not sure if the poor thing cooked or starved, but either way, our time together was short. I had this idea that I would have 2 cats named Mortimer and Gertrude. I was in residence, so the cat thing wasn't going to work, so I got fish instead, and named one Gertrude. That didn't work out, clearly, so I waited until I got a cat, and named him Mortimer. That's working out pretty well, we've had him for just over 4 years now. We got him a friend about a year later, who was pre-named George. They both have thumbs, George has 2 extras per front paw, Mort has one.
That's my pets story. Random, I apologize.
That's my pets story. Random, I apologize.
Wednesday, March 22
mmm, hicky
Yeah. So, I woke up this morning with a hicky. Not from who you'd think though. From the wee lad. Nice. He was up for about 45 minutes last night around 4:30, and at one point thought my neck looked suspiciously like a boob, and decided to have a go at it. I didn't let him try for long, maybe 2 seconds, but damn, the little guy has some powerful suction. Apparently. Anyway, so yes, as I'm getting in the shower this morning, I see a lovely love bite on my neck. I told my parents it was from the babe, but I'm fairly sure they don't believe me. If I had gotten a hicky from the fiance, I sure as heck wouldn't be showing it off. I did a fairly respectable job of covering it with yellow concealer meant for circles under the eyes, so I guess it's safe to go out in public. We were thinking of stopping by the wedding dress place today, so I can't be looking all whorey.
Tuesday, March 21
Halifax bound
or, actually, already in Halifax. Whatever. Down for a few days with the babe and the fiance for the latter's job. Might swing by Winchester's tomorrow and see about my dress, schedule a fitting, and see if they'll let me take a picture of it now so I can try to find shoes and stuff that match. Also should probaly schedule a fitting and stuff, just in case. I'll not eat for a while if I have to though. Hopefully it won't come to that. I just have to not gain weight, which should be manageable, right?
No big plans for the week, just hanging out with my parents. Might go to a movie tomorrow, but there's actually not anything playing that I absolutely need to see. I saw Eight Below as a baby movie, and it was good, but I definitely wouldn't recommend it to small children or people who have a problem with not-so-good things happening to good animals. My sister and some of her friends from work and I went to see Failure to Launch, and it was really good. Quite funny, and you get to see Matthew McWhatsisname lots, along with Bradley Cooper and another guy...Justin Bartha, who although they keep talking about what a dork he is, he's actually really cute.
I began the mural on the babe's wall. I figure since I convinced the fiance to let us make the wall drywall instead of pine like the rest of the room, I should probably do something with it. We decided on a map of the world, relatively simple, with animals painted on in the areas where they live. Should be fun. Anyway, I painted the wall a pale blue, for the ocean. It's called 'white denim', which sounds horrible, but it's a really nice colour. I also bought paints that I'll have to return. They're paints that you make your whatever, animal in my case, and then can stick it on the wall, or on a window, or whatever. I thought that would be fun for the baby, but then I thought ... he'll more likely eat them than put them on the map. So I check to make sure they're non toxic, and find no evidence of that, along with a picture of a baby face frowning, and a 0-3 with a NO symbol through it. Nice idea, maybe in the next house when he's less apt to eating everything. Anway, we're going to borrow the lcd projector from the fiance's work so that I don't have to draw the map, because that would be hard, and likely nowhere near scale. This way I can spend more time painting the world and the animals.
Donald Trump named his new baby Barron. That's just mean. It'll be a fine name when he's an adult, but come on! Things you have to keep in mind when naming your baby.
Alright. I'm going to have some lunch I think, while the wee lad continues to nap. He's making up for the fact that he was up 3 times last night. He's teething, molars, and may well be going through a growth spurt, since that's supposed to happen around now.
One last tidbit, apparently they're making Rocky: The Musical. Fer real, yo. Let's put that on the 'must see' list right along with Lord of the Rings: Onstage.
sigh.
No big plans for the week, just hanging out with my parents. Might go to a movie tomorrow, but there's actually not anything playing that I absolutely need to see. I saw Eight Below as a baby movie, and it was good, but I definitely wouldn't recommend it to small children or people who have a problem with not-so-good things happening to good animals. My sister and some of her friends from work and I went to see Failure to Launch, and it was really good. Quite funny, and you get to see Matthew McWhatsisname lots, along with Bradley Cooper and another guy...Justin Bartha, who although they keep talking about what a dork he is, he's actually really cute.
I began the mural on the babe's wall. I figure since I convinced the fiance to let us make the wall drywall instead of pine like the rest of the room, I should probably do something with it. We decided on a map of the world, relatively simple, with animals painted on in the areas where they live. Should be fun. Anyway, I painted the wall a pale blue, for the ocean. It's called 'white denim', which sounds horrible, but it's a really nice colour. I also bought paints that I'll have to return. They're paints that you make your whatever, animal in my case, and then can stick it on the wall, or on a window, or whatever. I thought that would be fun for the baby, but then I thought ... he'll more likely eat them than put them on the map. So I check to make sure they're non toxic, and find no evidence of that, along with a picture of a baby face frowning, and a 0-3 with a NO symbol through it. Nice idea, maybe in the next house when he's less apt to eating everything. Anway, we're going to borrow the lcd projector from the fiance's work so that I don't have to draw the map, because that would be hard, and likely nowhere near scale. This way I can spend more time painting the world and the animals.
Donald Trump named his new baby Barron. That's just mean. It'll be a fine name when he's an adult, but come on! Things you have to keep in mind when naming your baby.
Alright. I'm going to have some lunch I think, while the wee lad continues to nap. He's making up for the fact that he was up 3 times last night. He's teething, molars, and may well be going through a growth spurt, since that's supposed to happen around now.
One last tidbit, apparently they're making Rocky: The Musical. Fer real, yo. Let's put that on the 'must see' list right along with Lord of the Rings: Onstage.
sigh.
Tuesday, March 14
mmm, springy
It was like, plus 10 or something foolish here yesterday. Windy, because it's always windy, but nice. The babe and I went for a walk, he fell asleep. I thought he fell asleep, but as he was reclining with his eyes closed, I hear a "pppppppppppppbt" coming from the stroller. His eyes are maybe half open, and he's pursing his little lips, making his favourite sound on earth. Pretty funny. He did fall asleep for real just before we got home. To compensate for yesterday's niceness, today it is rather cold and quite rainy. Not good for walking. I may invest in a new raincoat this year; mine is from 1993. It still fits, but it's from Northern Reflections and has paint on it. In other jacket news, I have a lovely leather jacket that grew over the past year, and now doesn't fit even a little bit. It's really nice, and hardly worn (I had this thing about it being a really nice jacket, and not wanting to ruin it, so I rarely wore it), and now useless to me. I'm going to see about getting it tailored, but I have a feeling that it'll cost as much to fix this one as to get a new one. We'll see.
We went bowling (was supposed to be curling, but the team got bumped for the 2nd time) on Friday, and I rocked, as usual. My high score was 64. Aw yeah. It was pretty fun though, and my sister and her man came over to watch the wee lad, who behaved wonderfully. Good to know. The fiancé and I might need to have an actual date night sometime.
I have a cold, and all our medication is night-time formula, so I can't take anything, lest I fall asleep and the babe is left to fend for himself. He'll be a year on the 9th, I can't believe it. He can almost walk, and does all kinds of other neat tricks. hah. This is a random post, no? What else. We've changed everything we could about the wedding, and are now pretty happy with what we're doing. There's just one hitch left, and that is that because we're now having family at the wedding, we don't want to (nor is there any need to) have a reception in the fiancé's hometown at all, let alone the following day. We (yes, really we, not me) would much rather relax, sleep in, enjoy our day as newlyweds, eat leftover cake, that kind of thing, than get up, pack up, and drive 2 hours to a party with a bunch of his parents friends. The fiancé mentioned this, and it didn't really go over that well, so we'll have to leave it for now and tackle it again later. The only reason there was going to be a reception there was because no extended family members were going to be at the wedding. Since they now are, it is, thankfully, unnecessary. Let's keep this simple, shall we? Eyes on the prize, or at least the main event, which is the wedding, which is here. Lovely. We have someone to perform the ceremony, and a place to have it, so now can start to deal with things like final guest list, food, flowers, and stuff.
The babe awakes. Early, no good.
We went bowling (was supposed to be curling, but the team got bumped for the 2nd time) on Friday, and I rocked, as usual. My high score was 64. Aw yeah. It was pretty fun though, and my sister and her man came over to watch the wee lad, who behaved wonderfully. Good to know. The fiancé and I might need to have an actual date night sometime.
I have a cold, and all our medication is night-time formula, so I can't take anything, lest I fall asleep and the babe is left to fend for himself. He'll be a year on the 9th, I can't believe it. He can almost walk, and does all kinds of other neat tricks. hah. This is a random post, no? What else. We've changed everything we could about the wedding, and are now pretty happy with what we're doing. There's just one hitch left, and that is that because we're now having family at the wedding, we don't want to (nor is there any need to) have a reception in the fiancé's hometown at all, let alone the following day. We (yes, really we, not me) would much rather relax, sleep in, enjoy our day as newlyweds, eat leftover cake, that kind of thing, than get up, pack up, and drive 2 hours to a party with a bunch of his parents friends. The fiancé mentioned this, and it didn't really go over that well, so we'll have to leave it for now and tackle it again later. The only reason there was going to be a reception there was because no extended family members were going to be at the wedding. Since they now are, it is, thankfully, unnecessary. Let's keep this simple, shall we? Eyes on the prize, or at least the main event, which is the wedding, which is here. Lovely. We have someone to perform the ceremony, and a place to have it, so now can start to deal with things like final guest list, food, flowers, and stuff.
The babe awakes. Early, no good.
Monday, March 6
Wednesday, March 1
warning: post about feminine hygiene product ad
Ok, I have to say something.
You know that ad that is like, "BrandPower, helping you buy better", market research in the feminine hygiene aisle? And the girl says, 'does your ultrathin ever get wet and sticky?' and cut to other women saying, 'yeah, I hate that!' or something equally incriminating. First, I have a hard time believing that any woman in her right mind would admit to that on TV, even if she was being paid. I say that because it doesn't feel like an ad where these are actresses talking about herpes medication or something, where you assume they don't actually have anything wrong with them. These are real people, who have wet, sticky, pantyliners. That's fucking gross. Pardon my french. So, either these people are super hard up for money, super stupid and didn't notice the camera, or were somehow tricked into giving an incriminating answer to an innocent question like, 'do you ever get cut off in traffic?' or 'do you ever go to use a coupon, and it's expired?', and then through the magic of editing, came up with this monstrosity of an advertising scheme. Whatever happened, the ad is super vulgar, and I hate it, and I want them to stop talking about wet sticky things on tv. Unless they're talking about like, caramel sauce, which is ok.
You know that ad that is like, "BrandPower, helping you buy better", market research in the feminine hygiene aisle? And the girl says, 'does your ultrathin ever get wet and sticky?' and cut to other women saying, 'yeah, I hate that!' or something equally incriminating. First, I have a hard time believing that any woman in her right mind would admit to that on TV, even if she was being paid. I say that because it doesn't feel like an ad where these are actresses talking about herpes medication or something, where you assume they don't actually have anything wrong with them. These are real people, who have wet, sticky, pantyliners. That's fucking gross. Pardon my french. So, either these people are super hard up for money, super stupid and didn't notice the camera, or were somehow tricked into giving an incriminating answer to an innocent question like, 'do you ever get cut off in traffic?' or 'do you ever go to use a coupon, and it's expired?', and then through the magic of editing, came up with this monstrosity of an advertising scheme. Whatever happened, the ad is super vulgar, and I hate it, and I want them to stop talking about wet sticky things on tv. Unless they're talking about like, caramel sauce, which is ok.
looking for new reads
anybody have any daily reads I can add to yonder sidebar? I've lost a couple, one due to her loss of interest in posting (happens to the best of us), and one due to my lack of keeping up with things and people who are moving to new places / servers! (Nat, Trinity, that'd be you). I also have one who I'm anxious to put back up (GG, hello!) but she's toying with us as to whether her return to Blogdom is permanent or not. Anyway, so if you have any marginally entertaining sites to pass along, please do!
sidebar: after me saying my fiance never comes here, he was here last night trying to find a picture of my dress. What a jerk, eh? Anyway, he didn't read anything, just checked to see if I had posted a picture, but that's pretty funny.
sidebar: after me saying my fiance never comes here, he was here last night trying to find a picture of my dress. What a jerk, eh? Anyway, he didn't read anything, just checked to see if I had posted a picture, but that's pretty funny.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)