Things are pretty crap-a-licious right now, so there may or may not be many postings in the next few days. Long story short, Larry lost his job today in an unfair and completely unexpected manner. We're listing the house Monday, and will be moving in the next month or so...as soon as we find a place that will let us keep our Cali and Pixel. Of course being a hormonal pregnant person is probably making me take this situation extra hard...it's certainly not making it any easier. The next few days and weeks will be spent getting the house ready for showings, finding a place to rent, doing the baby registry, and finding Larry a job...so as I said I'm not sure how much you'll be hearing from me. Things will work out, and I'm trying to look at this as a situation that can turn into being a positive thing...it just doesn't seem like it right now. If you're a praying person, please do so. If you're a voodoo or spell casting person, send me an email...maybe you can help.

I will be posting about the baby in the next few days as we now know the sex...I just don't feel I can give a happy and glowing post a go right now...hopefully tomorrow I'll be in a better frame of mind to give the news it's due.

Posted by Courtney at 3:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Profanity. Cursing. Expletives. We all know what I'm talking about here, right?! Yesterday's post contained a certain expletive...and after I posted it I found that the expletive was not printed on my screen...it was in fact four pound signs. At first I thought this was because of the Net Nanny internet filter we use at work...but no...upon checking at home at lunch time I discovered that on my home computer the result was the same. I asked Larry, my resident blog-guy, if he had set a bad word blocker on my posts...which he apparently didn't do on purpose...but it is some kind of default for Movable Type. Well isn't that lovely? I try, most-times, to censor my language a little. This is because a) you never know where someone will be when reading...for example in the library or near their children, and b) my grandmother reads this site. Okay, okay, my grandmother knows I use curse words...but you just never know when or where someone will be when checking in on your blog...so for the most part I don't drop a lot of f-bombs in my posts. There are times, however, that a good f-bomb or s-bomb is all that will work to really tell the story. Sometimes it's the best word for the job...like in yesterday's post...

Imagine my irritation that I, the blog owner, cannot get the damn thing to post the word I want. I wanted it to say s.h.i.t not pound pound pound pound. If I wanted pound pound pound pound I happen to know that the shift of the number 3 will give me the pound sign...and I would've censored myself...but I didn't...I wanted the potty mouth word. The other thing that's kinda confusing is what exactly the Movable Type people deem to be a curse word. I've posted damn before. And #######. And I thought I had posted son-of-a-bitch...but now I'm not so sure...I guess I'll have to check when I upload this post. EDITED: I guess I didn't ever put a.s.s.h.o.l.e before...they apparently do find that to be a curse word...didn't know until I came back to check...

So, in the future I will not be posting using the words *&^%*&$%#@$%*, *$%%#, ####, @@@@, or &^*%^. Okay, that's not true. If it's necessary to the story I will...I'll just have to fix that damn piece of s.h.i.t filter first!

Posted by Courtney at 2:38 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Dear Baby,

You've been moving and grooving like crazy these last few days...I told your Daddy that it feels like you're redecorating in there or something. I suppose you've been moving like this all along and are just now running out of room to do complete gymnastics routines in my belly. Sometimes when you're really kicking (and/or punching), I can see my belly bulging around...now THAT is some strange ####. I guess I probably shouldn't be using the word #### around you...but living in our house I'm sure you'll hear worse...plus it really is strange ####...there's just no other way to describe it.

Today while Daddy, Pixel, and I were watching the Crocodile Hunter Memorial Marathon, you were kicking pretty hard and your Daddy finally caught you and was able to feel you kicking around! I told him you had been moving and showed him right where to put his hand on my belly and less than a minute later he said, "there it is!". You've been very elusive the last week or so...I knew he'd be able to feel you moving by now...but everytime I showed him where you were kicking...you stopped. I wonder if that's an indication of your attitude-to-come?! Just between you and me and the internet...I think he may have been slightly creeped out at first...you know...the thought of a tiny person moving inside his spouse's body is overwhelming...but to feel it happen...a tad bit creepy...don't worry though, he'll be the best Daddy ever...once you're on the outside!

I bought you a few more clothing items this weekend at some garage sales. While washing and putting away everything I told your Daddy that I don't think you'll need one stinking onesie for your whole first 0-3 months. I didn't quite realize the collection we have going of smaller sized stuff...but it's all so cute...and cheap! Your Grandma bought you a whole collection of Winnie the Pooh books, too! They were super nice...but not board books...so these'll have to be 'Mommy and Daddy read them to you books' and not 'Baby looks at them and tears the pages books'. For your sake I hope you like Pooh because we rarely leave any Pooh things behind when we find them! I found a green onesie that says "Hello, I Am Adorable"...for only 50 cents! I couldn't leave it there...so you better be adorable or I'm gonna be in trouble. I don't want some smart ass in the grocery store seeing you and being like, "um...no...not really". So see if you can work on that while you're hanging out in my belly!

One last exciting thing to tell you about...we're going to get another shot at finding out if you're a boy or a girl...on Saturday! We found a place that does a thing called a gender scan ultrasound. It's basically what we already had at the doctor's office...but they're going to be trying to find out your gender...the best part is that if you're not cooperating again we get to keep coming back for free until you are cooperating! I'd prefer that we find out this Saturday of course because we want to get the baby registry done...but I like the insurance of knowing we can come back if it doesn't work out. We're also going to get a VHS tape of our ultrasound session. You probably will never know what a VHS is...but it's how we used to watch movies...before DVDs. I hope we can find our VCR...that's what you use to watch a VHS tape...

Love,
Mommy

Posted by Courtney at 8:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

How do you know you're officially the lowest head on the totem pole? How do you know you're now technically the bottom rung of the ladder in your family? Simple. When your own grandmother calls...to talk to your husband...has a five minute conversation with him...he offers to let her talk to you...and she declines. When your own grandmother calls your house and doesn't want to talk to you...you officially suck. Yes, dear readers, I am chopped liver in my household...while Larry is apparently prime rib. Oh yeah, and she makes him cookies...but not me...

Note to self: Cross off said grandmother's name from list of possible girl baby names...

Just kidding grandma...unless you wanna make me cookies to make up for it! Hee Hee!

Posted by Courtney at 10:56 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Seeing a pregnant lady...pushing a stroller...with a toddler walking alongside her...while...SMOKING A CIGARETTE.

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