Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Um, Hello?
So, am I boring you? A measly 3 comments on the last post left me melancholy. I'm dramatic, I know, but it's true. As you can clearly see in how I choose to describe myself in the left-hand sidebar, I'm a lover of comments and when honey don't get none, she gets pissed (or sad).Ahem.
So I know this has been a pregnancy blog since I found out and I'm sorry about that. As the title indicates, I write about my perspective on life (what I see through my lens) and that's been the biggest perspective of late. I'm sorry if that's boring. Really, I am.
Moving on.
I'm wasting money because I paid for a 3 month pre-natal water aerobics class and have missed the last 3 classes (packing for trip to Colorado, fatigue, more fatigue, etc.) and am planning on missing tonight too. But it's for a good reason. See? We need to celebrate spontaneity while we still are sans-kid and can afford to be spontaneous. Don't you agree? We got invited to go with friends to a Pie and Pint night at a local bar (shepherd's pie and a pint of beer, that is, not pie and a pint of ice cream like my co-worker thought I meant - WTF!?) and then to a baseball game. All for $14 a person. Sounds like a cheap date to me: I'm in!
In job news, I anticipate a job offer by the end of this week for at least one of the jobs I put in for (the better one!) so I'm excited about that. Yes, it will be a challenge to learn a brand new position when I'm pregnant, but I have confidence in myself and my motivation, so it's all good.
In cat news, I was reading over my archives yesterday and happened upon when we first adopted Neville. Boy, how things have changed! First of all, he's no longer little! Secondly, remember how I used to call Cambridge The Little Terrorist!? That title is now solely Neville's because every morning he gallops at full throttle (which is as loud as you'd imagine a ten, eleven, twelve (!?) pound cat sounding on hardwoods) chasing after his sister. She's definitely the victim every morning, but it's just so stinkin' funny. Plus, it's Neville's only exercise, so I say go for it! Cambie made a pitiful noise the other day when Huz tried picking her up (reminiscent of her post-surgery days) which made us both look at each other with the classic worried parent look. Next morning, Huz walked into the study only to be greeted by cat barf composed of a semi-digested beetle. Y-U-M-M-Y! No wonder she had a belly ache! (You're welcome for sharing; it's all an attempt to talk about something other than pregnancy. Satisfied?)
[Oh, as for tomorrow's big 4th of July plans? Huz will be digging 2 giant saucer-shaped holes in our front yard. No, we're not burying anybody; we bought 2 trees in hope to 1. up our property value and 2. to get some shade from the blistering afternoon sun. We bought a lovely red maple and a red bud from a really cool local nursery. Can't wait to see them take off!] |
