So great! And if any of you thinks I won't put my little girl in it-- watch me! (Couture by Baby Gap) 

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Sonogram day results.....GIRL!

for all those who like babies and baby updates

(I'll be honest, if it wasn't my body involved, I wouldn't fit into the category described in this title)
I've got kicks, lots of kicks. Especially when I have bad posture or eat too much sugar. It's like, hey, who's the mom here? I'm supposed to tell *you* what you're doing wrong!

cingular- spell check- singular

So I downloaded my first ringtone for my phone. As I expected, the whole thing was caca.
The last phone I had was too ancient to download ringtones, though I wanted them so badly! Now I have a new pretty phone which actually came with some good ones. But of course, as any young American would, I got tired of them so I wanted something different. I had tried once before do download one (Don't Fear the Reaper, of all things, I don't know what I was thinking, I might have been influenced by the cowbell) but it never came to my phone and I wasn't charged, so I just called it a draw.
But then I was inspred to get a "ringback tone" by one of our patients. Whenever I call her cell phone it plays a Beyonce song, like the real song. I like it, because instead of hearing "ring ring" you hear a song. So I came home, and to Kevin's disappointment I searched to see if I could get one too. (he's probably shaking his head at this whole post.) I found that only Verizon offers it, unless you live in Finland or China.
So then I was re-inspired to get a good ringtone. But cellular politics dealt me a dirty hand! Cingular bought AT&T, which I was part of, so now we ex-AT&Ters are Cingular's stepchildren. There was such a good ring on their website that I wanted-- but I couldn't have it because I was the bastard daughter of their mega-merger-of-passion. Instead I got a little window that says, push these buttons on your phone and you can download from the menu that pops up. I was hesitant, but I had already invested wasted time in this adventure so I thought I'd keep walking down the dark path. It took forever to do it on my phone, and you can't listen to them, you just have to buy and then hear it. I should have stopped there, but it was called "Charlie," how bad could it be?
Yeah, not good. It's like one the Sopranos going "Charlie, Chucky-boy my man."
I'm not a man.
:/

So that'll teach me...for a while. :)

Most interesting thing to happen to tennis since...since nothing! Tennis sucks. Buffalos rule! 

I call it the "stupids"

It's a condition of temporary stupidity that happens when you're pregnant. And by you, I mean me.
This is more of announcement that the is-it-a-boy-or-a-girl-ultrasound won't be until Friday, not Thursday as I had previously thought. Apparently though my appointment truly is on Thursday their technician is only in the office two days a week, namely Monday and Friday. Anyway, they had told me this but I forgot. I got it all straight this morning.
I have to confess that I'm not looking forward to the doctor visit because most of the time when I call I get Skipper on the other end of the line. It's hard to trust Skipper in matters of my unborn child. It kinda makes me want to ask if her mom is at home. But then I think, "Do I sound like a dingbat when I answer the phone at my job?" I am required to be peppy-- no, I can't be that bad.
And in a mostly unrelated way, I have signed us up for happy vegetable club. Okay, it's called Mariquita Farms (not to be confused with marguarita farms, which i guess would just grow limes and cactus). It's neat, and I'm gonna try cooking with stuff like nettles, which Kevin says aren't worth a turd to cook with. Challenge!

Muchos Gracias Marie Callender!

My best no-nonsense food quote this pregnancy:

"I'm here for pie."

(what I told the hostess on our late night pie run to Marie Callender's last night. And oh ye-ah, we got pie!)

who wants a fridge?

craigslist take it away

you know you want it. c'mon, look at it, we're practically giving it away. Sears can't even touch that price.

(oh please someone buy it!!!!)

Franklin just made himself comfy on Andrew's lap. He just wants a lap...and a foot I guess. 

mojito and the subsequent lick-attack. sorry Peter. 

check out the cute hanging lanterns! thank you Cost Plus! 

yep blurry, but you can tell that we ate on the floor...this was after dinner when I let the dogs roam free. 

Bete'avon Passover!

Passover was a success! I can be a super hostess if I have all day to prepare. :)
I moved a bunch of stuff around to make the dining room party-appropriate and I cooked my tukis off. I told my friends who came it felt like a holy thanksgiving-- so many things to keep track of, so many dishes!
Sorry the photos are a bit blurry, I didn't want a flash in some but I didn't want to make everyone stop and hold a pose. You can get the feel from them, I'm sure.

it's a pattern

Today was the second day in two weeks that I have filled the spare moments of my work day with writing a post by hand, and then when I get home, I don't want to type it out into a real post. It feels like a rehash, even though I'm the only one that's read it. There were some points of interest...
-it's really hard to stay awake in an office designed to soothe. The low lighting, smooth jazz, gentle breeze from an open window, 75 degrees, with a full stomach doing quiet clerical work.
-My car which rarely ever has problems, dealt me a one-two-punch today. It hurt, big bill, it hurt bad.
-Baby products are a friggin racket! I finally understand why baby superstores exist--- because you need 3 different carseats! Buncha crap. You can buy one converts like a 3 in 1, but it costs the same as three separate ones so I don't see the savings.
It's the kind of thing that makes me want to trim other baby products and/or question their necessity. Like, do I really need a baby tub? Probably not.
In fact, I've already started noticing silly products that people don't need (and only add to the kid-insanity in their life). Here's a few:
tacky!
cold day in Hell
this would make me run away

I also really despise little tykes plastic outdoor things that litter people's yards and get all nasty and spidery, like cheap slides and playhouses. However, I have found one exception: c'mon that's funny

ze frenchie

I just turned on the Eukanuba Dog Show and Ozzy the french bulldog won his category! Yay! Take that poodle!
kinda looked like this

the butt-sniffin out-take 

I had to do it...lei, boston terrier, too cute. 

An exemplary pile
courtesy of a Mr. Bill Walker 

Pile Diving!

It's "pile week" in Santa Clara. Or as it's officially called by the city "Annual Clean-Up Campaign."
We've been saving up all our crap for a whole year for this big event! We had all kinds of stuff crammed on the side of our house: old mattress, stryofoam, palets, cardboard, nothing really all that great for people to pilage. However, other homes throw out little jewels and the rest of the city prowls around to snatch them up before the next mexi-van comes by.
It makes me feel more in touch with the community this weekend before the piles are carted away. Half the city is driving slowly through the neighborhoods scouting out what people are tossing away. Kevin and I were no exception! We walked the dogs yesterday and got some good pieces of wood to make a new crawlspace cover (yes random) and on the way back there was a lovely little coffee table that I thouught had already been gobbled up by a sinister tan Saturn earlier that day. But no! It was still there! So I sat on it while kevin took back the dogs (and the wood) and then came back for me and the table. I didn't care that I looked like a weirdo sitting on a coffee table in the street (especially since the people who threw it out were in their front yard), that was my table!
This morning after church we joined the tour-of-curbs once again. I was embarrassed to swipe yet another table (a side table that matched the one from the day before!) while the people were watching from their garage. But it's ours now!

an "Emily" post

I came upon Etiqutte Hell while browsing to see if, in this barren land of rudeness known as California, any kid's manners classes are offered.
(I know, it'll be like 10 years before I have a child old enough! I was just looking)
I had hoped it would be funnier, but it's just a collection of stories people tell, I'd say gossip stories, about tacky people. However, if you click on "Holiday Hell" the first story is pretty funny. And while I can tell similiar stories about my family, this one is nice and condensed, chock full of uncomfortable moments and dysfunctional people.

Here's another good exerpt that struck a chord:
".. .my husband's oldest sister called to inform us that she was making a quilt for the baby...it came up that not only was she making a quilt, but a set of fitted sheets, a bumper pad, a diaper holder, a changing table cover, wall hangings AND a diaper bag, and wanted to know if there were any windows in the nursery so that she could make curtains, too...She just assumed it was okay for her to do this, and our job was to simply be grateful that she was taking it upon herself to decorate our baby's room. SHE had decided on a Noah's Ark theme, and was very enthusiastic about how adorable it was...It also didn't matter that Noah's Ark is the one nursery scheme that I absolutely loathe. I know a lot of people think the animals and the boat are cute and all, and I do see why, but personally, I just see it as the greatest natural disaster in the history of mankind, and have no interest in decorating my child's room with it."

I hence count my blessings.


p.s. I submitted a story for the site, namely the time that Kevin's parents said they didn't like my name! The lack of comments spurred me to take the story to the next level.