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The folks from the Creepy Christian Church in Cranberry were at the Sonic Youth concert passing out flyers for that service I wrote about. They're so weird. I had to work pretty hard to avoid their PR gal, the one who, like, wanted to hire me. I don't know if she would have recognized me or not. I didn't care to find out. What would have been even funnier is if I had had the baby with me.
“Hi, remember me? Kelly? This is my illegitimate child. How's Jesus been?”
hoy.

The baby has had a spurt of new words over the past week or so:
-Bubbles
-See
-Ew
-Chicken (although he pronounces it gicken)
-Sock

and he's working on shirt.

Alright, that'll be my only goofy mom post of the day.

Okay, you don't all suck. and filled out my poll. I guess I assumed that I would receive some sort of email notification when someone filled it out but apparently that's not the case.
I'm an idiot. I'm failing the Internet.
I'm going to go sit over there. –>

By the by, , how are you doing? How's the sprog? Just curious…hadn't heard from you in awhile.

My baby smells bad and needs to take a nap.

I'm sick of my diet.

My insurance only covered $1.37 of my birth control pills. But you know what it does cover in full? Abortions. You know what else it covers in full? Prenatal and childbirth care. Now, that's all well and good but wouldn't it be cheaper for them to go ahead and cover the population-growth prevention methods?
whatever. I don't care. I'm an English major. I'll just sit over here and conjugate verbs or some shit.

Did you like how I spelled chunk in that last entry?

Also, you guys suck, none of you took my poll that I spent, like, 2 minutes on.

I ended up being able to go to Sonic Youth last night. It was pretty fun. We got there a little late but the band ended up playing for almost two hours. They did 3 or 4 encores. For a free concert you really can't bitch. I saw a ton of people that I knew there.
Another cool thing was how many people brought their kids. I was wishing that the baby could have come but it probably wouldn't have been the best time for him.
One person who wasn't there was Paco. I called him to see if he was going but he said, “No, tonight's bowling night.”

Dood. Free Sonic Youth concert on a beautiful night : your weekly bowling league night with all those dorky people and spending money that you don't have on crap beer. Come on. Even if you don't like Sonic Youth is it really a contest?
Whatever. Die a yinzer. See if I care.
Anyway.
I have some errands to run today: go to the bank, go to Eckerd, buy feminine hygiene products, refill BCP prescription, maybe buy some detergent.
I had to finish up laundry this morning so that took up a big chunck of time. Then I had to argue with the boyfriend about what our roles will be when I start working. He's half-right when he thinks that we're just going to reverse duties. However, I'm not sure what he thinks I do all day while he's at work. I think he's looking forward to long days of computer shite and video games and occasionally throwing a crust of bread towards the baby. Wrong. While it is true that I do my fair share of computer nonsense (hence this journal), if I come home to find the baby in hysterics, dishes piled up in the sink and the laundry getting up and walking out the door by itself while the boyfriend wastes electricity on the PS2, I will go on a murderous rampage the likes of which have never been seen before.
Today's lesson: Don't work to be a cliche. It makes you look fat.

About half the people on my friends list have posted about the strange dreams that they had last night. I feel left out. Last night's dreams were not noteworthy. However, the other night I had a pretty funny dream where I was on the Real World and beat up one of my housemates.

Oh my gosh, what's that? Why, it looks like yet another pile of laundry!

grumble.

Sonic Youth is playing a free show at the Three Rivers Arts Festival tonight at 7:30. My mom is going out to Oakmont to visit my grandparents and I just know that she won't be home by then. I can't exactly take the baby…too loud and he's not 100% yet.

argh, I say. argh.

yet another idea stolen from

To the boyfriend and and whoever else reading this journal who is a daddy.

Speaking of the boyfriend, the baby (whose health is vastly improved) and I woke up our main man early this morning, eager to give him his presents.
The baby gave him the book Techno Rebels. I gave him books also; The Accidental Theorist by Paul Krugman and the Cornel West Reader…sort of like Cornel West's Greatest Hits.
He really liked them. He actually started reading Techno Rebels right away. I think he's halfway through it already. What a dork.

I'm wearing this sundress that I wore when I was pregnant. It looks pretty funny on me now. Mumu-ish. Perhaps I should put on my babushka and start making meatballs or some shit.

The baby fell asleep in my mom's bed and now freaks out when I try to move him. I won't be able to sleep if he's not in his crib. I'll be worried.
I think he's definitely getting better, though. We were hanging out in my room for awhile and he started throwing CDs around…just like his old self! That's encouraging. Only drawback is that I may have to buy the boyfriend new copies of the Congos and the Grand Theft Auto: Vice City OST. oops.

You know something? I am really tired.