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I'm having a weird money day. My check from the PG still did not arrive *flips out*, but my grandmother sent me some grocery money *smiles*. However, I got a notice from the bank saying that I overdrew my account by about 5 cents so they went ahead and took out $30 *flips out*. However however, I got a refund check from the baby's pediatrician for $44 because I overpaid at some point *smiles*.

I was getting a little irritated with the baby for awhile because he got into the junk drawer, wrapped himself in Scotch tape, and then refused to eat anything for lunch but a few sips of PediaSure and some graham crackers. But when the mailman came to the door he said hi to him in the sweetest voice. *melt*

Alright, I'm busy and important.

So, I found this picture of me at Sauce while tooling around on the Internet this evening

That's me in the white shirt in the middle of the room. The real question is, what exactly am I doing? Everyone around me is dancing and going nuts to Norm Talley and I'm, like, reading a book or something. Gah.

So, I was thinking today that I haven't done a sex filter post in a few days. I'm happy to inform you that last week was a very fulfilling week. We rendezvoused twice which was just enough to keep me glowing. Both times were initiated by the Mister and required no cajoling on my part. No extreme acrobatics as the sprained ankle was still bothering him, which was fine since the recent chill in the air has made me reluctant to leave the warmth of the covers until a sufficient sweat has broken. I've also noticed that he's been flirting with me a lot more, which makes me even happier.
I can't put my finger on what gets to him from time to time that causes him to not want to bump uglies, but it seems to come in cycles which leads me to one conclusion: The Man Period. I've read before that men go through hormonal phases as frequently if not more frequently than women do. I'm thinking that at certain points during the month the Mister has a Man Period. While no maxi pads are required, he's just generally not feeling sexy. I can related. Good god can I relate.
Speaking of periods, mine is next week, so I'm going to be pushing for at least one more rendezvous in the next few days to tide me over. I used to not mind Sloppy Period Sex, but now it just generally bothers me. Extra laundry and whatnot. And that blood seems to get in the darndest places. When Tom and I first got together, I started my period right when we were ready to start doing the deed. In some weird twist of fate it became the longest period I ever had: 13 days. I thought we were going to lose our minds. I think somewhere around day 10 we said “fuck it” and just armed ourselves with towels and damp washclothes.
My, this has been a descriptive entry, eh?
Well, I'm off to pretty up. I'm hoping for a bonus rendezvous this evening.

I really don't like emailing the editor at the PG about anything. He always sends me these clipped, short replies and while I'm sure it's because he's busy at his job and not sitting at home in Nick & Nora slippers fretting over what people think of him like I do, I can't help but let it freak me out. I'm not sure what I'm expecting. I guess I've been spoiled by my email correspondence with Shanley, who always manages to send humorous and warm emails. Another thing that worries me is that if I say thank you for anything (Thanks for your help, thanks for the opportunity, thanks for the correction) he never says “you're welcome.” My only comfort is the fact that my phone conversations with the PG editor have always been pleasant enough.
My fragile little ego…it's such a pain in the ass.

I saw one of the new Porsche SUVs while out walking today. I must say, I don't get it. They just don't even look that cool.

I'm convinced that PNC is just making their own withdrawals and deposits just to mess with my head and send me into cold sweats when I check my balance online every five minutes. I have three bills that I have to pay, like, yesterday but I'm afraid to actually pay them because I'm not sure exactly how much money is in my account. Today alone a mysterious withdrawal of $30 was made and filed under “Miscellaneous Check Card Purchase.” Oh, really? Tell Miss Cellaneous to give me my goddamned money back before MasterCard comes here to collect the baby for payment.
In other money news, I was hoping to receive my paycheck from the PG today, but no such love.
Disappointment.

Anyway, ever since I had The Cold, my ears have been continually popping and clogging up. I don't get it. It's very annoying.

Oh and re: last night's flailing and screaming post…I was just at the end of a long, blah weekend. We went to Brookline to visit the boyfriend's family in honor of his birthday last week. That in and of itself wasn't bad, but you know when you go to visit relatives and after about two hours you just start thinking to yourself, “I want to be home right this instant.” I was getting that. Then when we finally did get home and put the baby to bed, I was all set to relax in front of the boob tube and await Bill Maher's show. When I turned on the TV, however, post-game Steelers analysis was on and the boyfriend wanted to watch it. Augh. Watching the actual game really doesn't bother me. Analysis of football just doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, it's football. Nothing different will ever happen. So I did what any mature woman would do…I started whining until he let me change the channel. So that's what that whole little tantrum was about.
Bill Maher, by the way, was pretty good last night. The panel was Aaron Magruder, Michael Moore, and Charles Barkley. I've noticed, however, that Mr. Maher doesn't let them talk very much. I guess it is his show but if you're going to have guests let them complete a thought.
Criminy.

Other pointless news: I shaved my legs on Saturday. I know this doesn't seem like a big deal to you but I hardly ever shave. I just don't care. So when I do I tell everyone like it's some kind of magic trick. “Look, Ma, no hair!”

Alright, I have to change the kiddo and put him down for a nap.
Ta.

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*flails*

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*dies*

This is me and dancing at Havana last week.

Note how my bra straps are hanging out. Classy, ain't it? Oh, and Liz is a Gap model…note the skinny scarf. If you're confused by my odd hand gesture, I'm attempting to imitate the dancers in the Sean Paul videos. Did I succeed? You be the judge. I don't have an excuse for the constipated facial expression that I'm wearing. Sorry.

Attention weaselly angst-ridden white guys: trolling communities like and and making irritating, attention-deficit, “you guys are more racist than me” posts is immature, idiotic, and a waste of everyone's time. If I cared, I would take a glance at some of the white power communities to see how many of them are trolled. Probably not many. Know why? Because no one wants to talk to you degenerates. Please make haste and die.
Thanks.

Now, with that out of the way…I came up here to my room to be productive but thus far nothing is done. I haven't been able to keep up with LJ very religiously the past couple of days so sorry to all of the folks on my friends list who live and breathe for my insightful comments. ;-p
I hate this feeling. I feel like I have a lot to say but I just don't have the energy to write about it. Ugh. Honestly, not a whole lot has been going on. It's mostly been frazzled mom stuff which I won't bore you with. I'll put it this way. If my life were a reality TV show, the past week would be one that make people who don't have kids say, “Man, I am so glad that I don't have kids.”

On the upside, we're taking the first steps toward potty training. I'm totally at a loss as to how exactly to go about the process. I tend to just point at the new potty chair and say, “Poop. Pee. Got it?”
Speaking of which, here comes the offspring…bearing poopy pants.

*groan*
*thump*
(If you couldn't tell, that was my head flopping down on the desk out of sheer exhaustion. I'm going to muffle a few things to all of you real quick, then I'm going to go drool some more.)

Today is the boyfriend's birthday. He's 24. Everyone say “yay.”

Amina Nawal's execution was quashed. Everyone say “yay.”
Got some work done today. Everyone say “yay.”
Staying home tonight and going to be early. Everyone say “yay.”