I might actually talk about everything still relevant on my list

Halloween Pictures!
They day the costume came, I was so excited I was squealing. I pulled it out by the head, Kristen took one look at it, and screamed in horrah. I had to wrestle her into it (mean, but I figured it was the only way for her to see that it was okay). She hated it at first, but grew to yub it. She named it Cheddar (we ask her to say peacock and it comes out sounding like the word Cheddar) and asks to wear it constantly.

That Pretentious Heffer (Glade KHAmercials)

Oh yeah, I was supposed to talk about all that, wasn't I?

Anyone who knows me in real life, and probably virtually too, now knows how I feel about the new glade campaign. Glade Plug Ins. Glade Spray. Glade Deodorizer. Glade Candles. Glade glade glade. Plug in Candle Room Mist EatMe.

Ha. That should get their blog-keyword-checkers sucked in. Now listen.
I HATE the Glade commercials. She is such a silly, pretentious, shallow woman. Who does the things she does? "It's French from France"?? Who expects her friends to believe she has candles imported from France? And she's always so overdressed and always get laughed at.
And WHY, in the name of my rtard dog Caden, would any marketing geneeous base a campaign on a woman who is actually too embarrassed to admit to anyone that she actually uses your product?? What sense does this make? Why? "Our products work really well but they're so trashy and low class you'll have to hide their use from everyone!!"

World...please start running things by me first.

Californians = the cat hair in my oatmeal.

Really now. I went to bed this morning SO HAPPY AND INSPIRED. And I wake up to find Prop 8 teetering on the edge? Why? I really do not understand.

But I still am extremely proud of my state (we had his back all along) and relieved at how everything turned out. McCain's speech was incredibly gracious and exactly what was needed. I do like him as a person, although of course I disagree on just about everything he stands for. I believe him when he speaks (which is why I was so outraged with him in the election), and believe he truly loves his country. The things his campaign got away with a straight face, I'll never get over, and Palin...thank god. I won't be doing my blog about her, because it's pointless now (thank god).
I hope McCain's speech was taken to heart, and he is involved in the new administration. I think it would be an amazing first step to unite the country, comfort Republicans who are afraid they will no longer be heard, and send an even better message to the world. It would be interesting to see how they could make it work without either person having to compromise their beliefs, but I really hope the shared sentiments last night were sincere.

Let's hope that, no matter what you believe, this means change for the better. My daughter will grow up not even having a second thought about a black person being able to become president, and that is very exciting to me.



NOW LET THE GAYS MARRY! WTF IS THE MATTER WITH YOU????

I am auf to the Australian Pink Floyd Show concert of The Wall

TTFN, bitches!

So I am blogging from my new laptop.

I have the fingerprint scanner set up. I was practicing using the touch screen - you may be getting a handwritten blog if possible (don't worry, I have really good handwriting - working with preschoolers does that). I still need to get all my documents and pictures and bookmarks and music transferred from my old desktop. I can watch DVDs. And there's a webcam in it.

Girl's weekend was excellent. My head hurts. I have new toys and a new appreciation for good pizza. Can't wait for the next. Pictures (don't worry, not ALL of them ;) ) will be posted at some point...the one thing this doesn't have (I think) is a built-in card reader, so I will have to find my cable.

Man, my life has been boring lately

I shall be forced to delve deep into my mind and begin spouting philosophics about how I feel about the world before long.

One note: I have been watching where you are all coming from, and am fascinated at the spread. I even got someone from India the other day. How'd you all find me?

The Good And The Ugly Of Life

The last Monday of March, my grandmother was admitted to the emergency room. My aunt had called the house, got no answer, and came over to find my gram on the floor. She couldn't get up, and couldn't get out of the chair once they did get her up. She had congestive heart failure, failing kidneys, and several infections. On Tuesday, we were told to decide whether or not we wanted them to resuscitate if she had a stroke overnight, which they expected her to. She did not, thank god.
Wednesday was April 2nd. I hate April 2nd. On April 2nd of 2003, in my senior year of high school, I was awakened to learn that my very favoritest uncle had suddenly died, in front of my father. On April 2nd of last year, right after we brought Kristen home from the hospital, we buried my grandfather. Kristen never got to meet him. I was dreading April 2nd from the moment I learned about my grandmother. We spent all night in the room with her, as she drifted in and out.
I finally climbed into bed around eleven, feeling relieved and a bit silly that I had been so paranoid about the date. The phone rang. My heart fell. It was my mother in law. My heart lifted. She said, "Stacy, please tell Jason that his uncle passed away a few hours ago."

My grandmother has recovered enough to be put into a nursing home. So now all the fun of finances begins. We said goodbye to Jason's uncle on Sunday night. Life is getting back to normal.

Kristen is walking! She was on the edge for weeks. We all knew she could do it, she was just too afraid. On April Fools Day, she just let go and walked across the room. With a "haha, bitches! I could do it all along!" face. Two days later, she pulled herself up to standing in her crib, attempted to applaud herself, and promptly fell back over. She stood back up and immediately threw all her toys out, tried to fall out, ripped her mobile down, ripped all the toys off the mobile, and pulled the curtains off the rod.

Now the fun starts.

And you really do say, "Ooohhhhhhhmmmmmmm"

I started yoga lessons on Tuesday. It is fantastic, it is amazing what one hour of it will do for your mind. I can't wait until the next class. I think I am also going to start up aerobics. I'm also eating much healthier. While I am sew not going to begin to push the VITAMINS AND EXERCISE! route of PPD cures, it is helping. So is finally getting on the right dosage of AD and getting myself on track to take it every day. I'm still somewhat considering a therapist but I feel like I'm in a really good state at this point.

There was a point in the class where the instructor (who is as stereotypical as they come, yoga-instructor wise) told us all, as we were sitting on our mats, to make sure we were using all of our sit muscles and to spread them out. She then proceeded to grab an asscheek in each hand and scootch around, carefully spreading her ass out to take up more of the mat. Mature twelve year olds that we all are, every one of us (and there were about fifteen in the class) burst into hysterical giggles. The instructor calmly carried on as if she couldn't hear a thing. We all guiltily looked around and made the best attempt possible to solemnly spread our asscheeks out while moving with our breath and staying calm.

We failed miserably.

I'm feeling much better now

Except for this image I now have stuck in my head.

I'm getting around much better, although I can't go very fast, so I just shuffle along slowly while pumping my arms as if I am running in slo-mo.

Jason tells me I was carrying on about the ceiling moving after they slipped me the mickey. I think he's lying.

Happy Boxing Day, Eh?

All right, Boxing day was yesterday. What do you want from me?

Christmas was good. Kristen got very spoiled. She also got her two front teeth...on Christmas morning. I would have been more excited if she hadn't been working on them for two nights straight, screaming.

Random Thought: If I never hear the phrases "C! C! The CAT is ORange!" and "THree PURPLE TRIangles!" again, I will die smiling.

Well, it's time to come out and say it

I have postpartum depression. It's not postpartum blues, it's not the anxiety disorder that has kept me on and off Paxil for years, it's postpartum depression. And it's about damn time I stop being stubborn and do something about it. And I think blogging about it will be one of the things.
(don't worry...it's not the biggest thing, I have called my doctor and firmly told the receptionist that the new, lower dose of Paxil is NOT working, I feel worse than I felt before I was put on it at all, and I need a stronger dose or a different prescription).
The blog will not be taking a permanent "today I cried. and then I felt broken. so then I cried." tone. I will still be sharing the funny with you. But I need to talk to someone about this. And I can't talk in person about it, I cry, and I get all stupid and blubbery when I cry and I can't get the words out. So I will be able to write out my feelings much better. I think it will be therapeutic.

Not all of you know I have PPD. If this comes as a shock to you, I am sorry, and I did not share with you because of the reasons stated above. You know I'm not good with that feelings sharing crap. We can talk about it if you wish, or we can pretend nothing is wrong as we always do, and share on here. It's really up to you. I'll share with those who do not know and those who do not read this blog when I am ready.

*grumble moan grumble* Don't blog about me *piss moan grumble*

A Conversation Between Jason And I In The Car:

Jason: "I'm so excited for the mower!" *slapping steering wheel*
Me: "I know. I blogged about it."
Jason: "Oh God."
Me: "No no no! I was nice!"
Jason: "Damn it, woman! Why do you always have to make fun of me?"
Me: "No no no! I just said you really wanted one!"
*willing self to forget 'mental masturbation' comment in case he can read minds*
Jason: "I have very simple ambitions, and you make fun of me!"
Me: "That's what I SAID IN THE BLOG!!"

*silence*

Me: "I'm going to blog about this."
Jason: *unintelligible grumbling*

My husband can die a happy man.

He is finally getting a riding lawn mower. All his goals in life have been met, and there will be nothing else in life to look forward to.

I've tried to tell him the lawn isn't big enough, and we won't have much left anyway after we install the patio and pond. He continues to mentally masturbate at the sight of one.

Finally, he is getting one from his dad. Where are you going to fit it in the garage? I asked. How are you getting it into the yard with the fence gates so narrow? I asked. How are you getting it into the garage when there's a STEP? I asked.

I am not to worry, as the Riding Lawn Mower God will provide.

I worry.

Here's some Kristen pictures

Since everyone has been asking to see some!

This is Kristen eating solids for the first time, about a month ago. As you can see, she really liked it!







This is a shot showing you how long her hair really is.








More to come!

Well, I guess it's time to pop my blogging cherry.

Although I have nothing to blog about. I decided to form a blog so a- everyone could get their Krissy pictures fix, and b- I came up with a really good post while saying good riddance to Frank (loaner car) the other day. But I won't blog about that now, it happened last week and that would be stupid. So I guess the only thing I have to say is thanks for joining me!