Sign of the Times

Ive added one more ad to the site, and, unlike blogher ads, it’s just one, it wont rotate, and it doesnt have anything to do with vaccinating your kid.

this is just one little ad over in the sidebar for Signing Time. Signing Time is the ONLY show that Voldemort will pay any attention to, and he LOVES IT. he bounces and squeals and nods his head very firmly to see the kids and Rachel signing, and the music just thrills him.

It’s a really really great show. I love it. it’s a very simple setup. Rachel, along with kiddo Leah, who is deaf, and kiddo Alex, who is hearing, pick a theme and show a sign. Then, you get to see a variety of kids with a variety of abilities signing the same sign.

every several signs, Rachel sings and signs a song – not adapted from any other kid’s music, that I can tell, and they are cute AND catchy. Ive been singing the Silly Pizza Song for two weeks.

Seriously, it’s worth checking out if you have a kiddo and you have any interest in signing. You dont have to check it out through my link, but check it out.

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Family Ties

My parents came up for the weekend to see our new place, and to spend time with Voldemort. Twas a good thing. And I kinda feel like we’ve gotten that first visit out of the way, so now we’re good for a while! Hooray!

Voldemort loved seeing his Grandaddy and De De (DeeDee? But that makes me think of “DEEDEE YOU IDIOT!” and then Im forced to walk around in a stupid fake accent pretending to be Dexter. hmm). He spent the first hour they were there, which was the hour he should really have been in bed, running around the room in circles and about every second lap he would come over and bury his face in my chair. He would then peek up just a little at them and grin, and then take off again.

the most entertaining part of the whole visit for me was watching my dad verbally try to extricate himself from sexist-ish comments that dont fit Brandus and I.

“And when the wife is making dinner…or the husband! The wife or the husband is making dinner…”

Heh.

The least entertaining parts were trying to get my mom to leave the cleaning alone. It’s our house. If I want those dishes to sit there, and Brandus wants those dishes to sit there, then dammit, LEAVE THEM THERE.

also, i find it rude to come into someone else’s house and clean their very clean bathroom that we had spent the last TWO DAYS cleaning obsessively. grr.

and then there were the weight comments (boo), the absolute delight in the kid (yay!), so really, we come down in the plus colomn for this visit.

Now, we just have to get Brandus’ parents down here, so we can go through that rite of passage.

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One Fish, Two Fish

I tried to read What to Expect When You’re Expecting while I was pregnant. I got as far as being lectured about my diet, and how to “with every bite of food you take, ask yourself, is this the best bite for my baby?” at which point I got a stabbing pain behind my eye which could only be soothed by cheesecake.* I never finished reading it.

I never made it to childbirth classes. They told you not to bother taking them until you were 36 weeks along. At 36 weeks, I was in the hospital with kidney stones and early labor.

I didnt get to send Brandus out at all hours of the night for whatever bizarre food combination I was craving.**

I missed alot of things, or did them a different way, when i was pregnant with Voldemort.

But..do I want to do it again?

That’s where Brandus and I are right now – discussing future evil dictators to be added to our lives. I want to adopt. Brandus wants to adopt. Later.

I would love, right now, to be able to say that we’re discussing things with an agency for international adoption, or older child domestic adoption.

I want another baby.

I dont want to be pregnant.

Brandus wants another baby.

Biologically.

I understand his reasoning – adoptions can take months or years, he wants the dark lordling to be a little older before looking at adopting an older child (by which i mean, not adopting a baby), he doesnt want to go through the insanity (waiting, heartbreak) of having to be put on a list and chosen by a mother giving up her baby, he wants us to adopt for the right reasons.

But, truly, i have no interest in being pregnant again. I did it, i experienced it, im over it. Some women love being pregnant, but great zombie jesus, am I not one of them.

I was seasick for 4 months straight. I threw up ALL THE TIME. Anywhere. No matter how long it had been since Id eaten, or what I’d eaten, or how much ginger I munched. Throughout, nothing tasted good, everything was gross, most of my favorite foods made me gag, i can now barely eat pizza – the very thought gives me heartburn. Everything hurt, i was tired all the time, and all those women who say that the baby kicking feels like butterfly wings or fish blinking or whatever are BIG FAT LAIRS, because I always just felt like I had gas. and let’s not even talk about the joy that is calling your doctor, being told to come in, as you’re having multiple braxon hicks contractions that arent stopping, flying 600 miles for $1700 for both of you, only to get there and have the doctor on call mock you for coming all that way for nothing.

and yes, MOCKED. the nurse was even shocked as to how he was acting.

and then there’s the kidney stones, and the early labor, and the stay in labor and delivery, and then an insanely fast labor (once again with the asshole doctor RIGHT THERE) with my husband NOT THERE, and my mother getting to see the baby before I did.

Do I really want to go through that again?

And yes, I know that there are tons of things that happened last time that wouldnt happen again – because im not in the middle of fucking nowhere, for one thing, but..

I told Brandus when Voldemort was born, that I probably wasnt going to have another. I havent changed my mind, 16 months later.

We’ve had two close brushes with adoption during these past few months, and for me, that’s enough to get me motivated on it. Let’s go, let’s apply, let’s put our names down for a foster/adopt program, let’s pick a country…

Ironic, isnt it? We both want the same thing, but have very different ways of getting there.

Maybe we should get a hamster, instead.

*AND IT WAS THE BEST DAMN CHEESECAKE I COULD HAVE HAD FOR MY BABY, YOU BITCH.
**I was cheated out of this one, I swear.

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Eating the Letter A

I believe Ive mentioned that the dark lord steals keys off of my keyboard. I generally neglect to mention that only some of those keys can be put back. Honestly, for the last 6 months or so, I’ve been typing without actually having a letter p key. or the key i would use to make a semi colon. although i cannot think for any reason why i would want to use a semi colon, MAYBE ONE DAY I WOULD, and i would not be able to without that key.

ive been without my right shift key for almost as long, and it was an adjustment learning to use ONLY the left shift key, when before i only shifted to the right. my right. i only used the right shift key while shifting to the right.

whatever.

but, i had trained myself well, and shifted LEFT and only left and ignored all things right and shifty, and this was working fine until the unthinkable happened about a month ago.

the dark lord stole my LEFT shift key.

now, most of the other keys on dell inspiron 9300 beloved computer named Madmartigan could be popped on and off, so long as the little rubber dohickey was still under the key, but the shift key is a whole different ball game. that sucker is attached with a weird little wire, and if that wire gets out of place, that key ain’t going back on there. so, when i saw the thing go flying across the couch when the little evil one got his hands on it, i knew it was the end of shifting.

no more punctuating, except commas and periods. no more easy and specific capitalizing. no, if i wanted to capitalize, id have to use capslock, and that’s really only worth it if you want to CAPITALIZE EVERYTHING FOREVER AFTER BECAUSE GEEZE HOW MUCH WORK IS IT TO PRESS THAT BUTTON *TWICE* TO TURN IT ON AND THEN BACK OFF EVERY TIME I WISH TO YELL AT PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET?

i mean, i COULD shift (left, thank you) when i wanted to, but i had to have my finger at a really weird angle and hold it down and geeze, talk about exhausting.

i took a picture of the carnage, just for you.

so, i went online and ordered a new keyboard from dell for madmartigan.

correction: i ordered a keyboard from dell that was compatible, during checkout, they offered me a different (cheaper!) keyboard for my laptop and i said, “hey! it’s cheaper! and it’s recommended down there at the bottom during checkout! of course that means it is compatible!”

so, within a few days, a box from dell is left on my porch (seriously. hello? why must you leave things that blaze DELL all alone on my porch? after the last time when i came home to see MY LAPTOP all by itself on my very public porch (not here, somewhere else) and hyperventilated and told you it was STOLEN just to freak you out, damn you dhl), i yell YAY and con brandus into installing it.

first, we have not the correct tools with which to take it apart. says i, “do you really need to take the whole case apart?” says he, “yes.”

so, next day, we get tool, we take case off. which we didnt need to do, because the front of the keyboard face pops right off without issues.

we install (and by “we,” i mean “he who is not me”) and SURPRISE, it doesnt work. because it isnt compatible. oh, dell checkout lure of evil, why must you lie so cruelly?

oh, and in the process of attempting to replace the old keyboard’s chip back into the..thing it talks to that tells the brain it has a keyboard, a little piece that held the chip in came out.

so now, not only am i missing keys (seven in that picture up there, plus two that are reversed), but a random row of keys will periodically stop working when the one pin slides out of alignment. so randomly, i would have no A, and no way to exclaim, and really, if i cannot type very capitalized exclaiming A’s, then my life is incomplete.

Brandus rescued me, as always. he bought me a usb keyboard. which is sitting on top of my broken keyboard on my laptop. i keep knocking it off and hitting the wrong keys anyway.

maybe i should have stuck with funny angled left shifting and non exclaimed lower case A’s. it probably would be just as easy.

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Pants SUCKS

So, not only has Pants succeeded in abandoning my cat to the wild, it has also killed my ferret. AWESOME. LOVE YOU TOO.

a different family – a completely different family. a family that works for the school, and all they had to do was FEED HIM and occasionally let him run around the empty classroom.

evidentially, they released him into the wild, too. and then yesterday his body was found on the boardwalk.

STOP FUCKING WITH MY ANIMALS.

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