The other day pregnancy hit me full force. I felt AWFUL! My head was killing me. I felt queasy, which is a very foreign experience because I have a stomach of steel. All food was gross. Even water was gross. And I swear my hair hurt. None of which detracts from my elation at being pregnant but it wasn’t the greatest. So I took the day off and spent it catching up with the imaginary father of my spawn, the Predator. Just kidding. I totally do not have romantic feelings for the Predator. I am completely 1000% joking because that’d be screwed up, right? Right?
Did you guys even know about the Predator comic books??? I just found out that they exist! So I marched myself over to Comix Experience and demanded ALL of them.
“Give me all the Predators!” I said with a dainty foot stomp.
“Would you like also the Aliens series?” The Comix Experience helpful sales assistant asked in turn.
“NO! I hate Aliens, I am exclusively Predator!” was my reply.
And voila! Now I have all the Predators.
All I can say for myself is this pregnancy is getting off to a weird start.
This work stuff really gets in the way of nap time, chu-no-wat-I-mean? I’m super tired from these nightly progesterone shots in my flanks. It’s getting up to the BIG NEWS DAY for me so I’m working hard at distracting myself. I read every single post in my Reader today!! DAM. So many to recommend, but Rae of Sparkles specifically posted about two of my favorite things: Valentine’s Day and sandwiches. Nothing’s quite as comforting as favorite things, right? So this, my post, is about another of my favorite things.
Dinosaurs. I don’t know if you all are up to date on dinosaurs but shit is different from when we were kids. One of my favorite recent reads is My Beloved Brontosaurus by Brian Switek, a paleontologist who writes humorously and intelligently about dinos.
Dinosaurs are magnificent! I always feel so sad for Creationists. How empty the world must be for them to close their ideological doors to dinosaurs. But then I don’t feel too bad for them because that means more dinosaurs for me MWAHAHAHA.
Now excuse me as I read up on some back articles by Brian Switek on various megafauna. Oh, and did I mention he’s the dinosaur expert on the new Jurassic Park movie? How cool is that!
How out are you with your blogging/social media identities? Becoming Cliche has a great post today on how to twitter. I twitter (@bathsense follow me! I mostly tweet about TWD or the Bachelor, sometimes stuff about my shop), instagram, facebook, tumblr, wordpress (duh)… But I’m not completely “out” about my blog.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who I am when reading my WordPress blog but it still is a little bit anonymous. Anonymous enough that I haven’t connected it to facebook. Nor do I link my blog to twitter. Oddly it’s not my blog readers that I’m hiding from, it’s my facebook friends. I am so honest and open on here in a way that I’m not comfortable sharing with this mixed bag of people, my facebook friends. Facebook is too full of schadenfreude.
But twitter? To help promote my blog, should I link it to twitter? It’s much more abstract, and I am but a tiny ant in the ocean of tweets (or whatever)… But is it too emotionally risky to push my blogs out to my twitter account? Thereby semi opening my blog up to facebook friends in a roundabout way?
Do you push your blog out to twitter and/or facebook? Any regrets? How open are you about your blogging? Do tell me your experience.
Today was the day where the doctors visited the hen house and harvested all the eggs. Six! Which is big for me and I was expecting just four. Needless to say I spent today knocked out, ate a burrito, napped, folded laundry, now we’re watching TV with the dogs. My honey told me I was talking to the anesthesiologists about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Robin! This is your fault!) then sang along to Blank Space (and Dora! That’s on you). It must be great to be an anesthesiologist.
You guys? I made a mistake. I did not do Buffy a proper justice in yesterday’s post. I’m regretting my actions! Because I was so busy bragging about my relationship with The Walking Dead I completely neglected my most favorite show even though the post was intended to be all about Buffy. As the Beach Boys say, it wouldn’t be right to leave your best girl home on a Saturday night. Which has something to do with something.
Maybe I’m a little embarrassed as to the extent of my fan-ishness? It encompasses all the comics as well as following Sarah Michelle Gellar on twitter. Who is super funny. I feel like a creeper admitting this. I read Buffy fanfiction. That is officially my deepest darkest secret. DON’T JUDGE ME!
I even have a Buffy fanfiction plot idea which is TOP SECRET but Cee and Dora will be glad to know it’s Spike based.
I suppose there are further depths to fall in the Buffy abyss. I could go to a panel or something. Or tattoo “what the what” across my forehead. Fortunately my life is not quite at that point. Yet. But I am on the BTVS call list at my local comic book store Comix Experience which is in and of itself mortifying.
So today’s Buffy question is circa season 4: When Spike (spoiler) escapes the Initiative, he already has the chip, how is he able to punch the various scientists and soldiers during the escape? Not even two minutes later in the episode he attacks Willow and clutches at his head in pain. What the what.
For some reason going to my IVF appointments brings out my inner comedian. I suppose “for some reason” actually should read “because humor is my defense mechanism” but so at today’s appointment I was killing it.
First there was the blood draw where I asked the nurse if I should remove my clothes. Then I added “I know not all my clothes, I learned that the hard way.” You see because they just need you to take off your jacket and I was implying I had fully disrobed at some previous blood draw.
Then during the follicle count process (which is the MOST awkward moment in the exam) I checked with the doctor if I could still go running. Then I asked if I could still be drinking wine. And then (ready those snare drums) I asked if it was okay to do both at the same time.
Needless to say at NO point was anyone but myself amused. Such a bummer. That’s why I feel obliged to share with you all, my more or less captive audience, and the Pirate King. Because I thought that was some quality A grade humor. And I have 4 follicles. Which is 3 more than the “you are fired from IVF” round so that’s not awful news.
Unlike many SFers I love our public transportation system. Not Bart of course, duh. Nobody likes Bart. I’m talking about Muni. It’s our bus system. It covers the city, it is more reliable than people give it credit for, and, especially when you get a seat, it can be a downright pleasant experience.
Being a Muni driver is a generally thankless job: one that is bitched about on twitter (looking at you @munidiaries), complained about to your face while managing fare jumpers, requires confrontations with unruly passengers, and includes chatty crazies who want to talk to you while you drive. All while negotiating the insanity of construction and traffic on San Francisco streets.
All of this leads me to my question: what happened to saying “thank you” to the driver? It used to be a person exiting the bus would holler out “Thank you!” But now? Rarely do I hear this.
Call me crazy, but I think the “thank you, Driver” should be brought back. So I do it, every ride, because it really is the absolute least that can be done to brighten someone’s day.
You know what’s a great movie? Batman. Not the Dark Knight rises, that’s fine. Nor the Bane one, though Tom Hardy makes me swoon. I’m talking about the Batman, numero uno, from 1989. And you know what is better than this movie? The soundtrack. Prince + Batman = sex on audio cassette. Did you know it’s impossible to find the videos? Youtube copyright doesn’t allow Batdance. So I’m just linking you to this awesome song.
“Hey Jackie, let me stick this seven inch in your computer” kills me.
“This town needs an enema!” sez the Joker.
“Stop the press, who’s that?”
Yes, I am listening to this song on loop as I would the entire cassette if that were still an option. Why do you ask? My signoff for now is this: keep bustin’ (please don’t sue me for copyright infringement, Prince!!)
This time of year whenever something goes missing I assume my honey took it for gift giving reasons. Like he needs to know the size of my shoe, or brand of makeup, or to engrave something for me. I believe this despite the fact that a. he has never done this before and b. the item missing may be a hairbrush. What could he possibly use my hairbrush for in gift giving terms? Hairbrush upgrade? I don’t think so. So the brutal truth is, I’ve lost my hairbrush. Which explains my hair today.
Various emotional states call for special grooming rituals. If I’m extremely tired I paint on ridiculous levels of makeup. If feeling insecure? I wear A LOT of jewelry. Granted, I tend to wear a lot of jewelry for other reasons too, so you’ll never know if I’m feeling insecure or in a magpie mood.
(Ack! My skin! *adds a face veil*)
“Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” Clearly I do not abide my Coco Chanel’s policy. I suspect I have the entire female population of Texas on my side for this one.
Today’s jewelry: Left hand: two Indian rhinestone bangles from my best friend, red Clic Clac a Pois, Tiffany’s braid from my dad, Goodwill rhinestone bow.
Right hand: Jawbone UP, my dad’s Baume & Mercier watch
Necklaces: Tiffany’s candy cane charm, I’m Your Present bow tie
Earrings: red gifts I’ve had since about 4th grade
Gift ideas for:
In my effort to be an 85 year old 35 year old, I needlepoint. I knit. I wear nightgowns with pockets (pockets are good for kleenexes), I enjoy watching the BBC. And I know I am not alone. Hey you crafter makers out there! And spouses or children or siblings of crafter makers out there! I have some gift ideas for you.
First of all, some guidelines for shopping for us crafters. We love new supplies! But we also love ideas. Most of us belong to Ravelry but so… to shop for your knitting gift receiver pick up some yarn from the local knitting store. Don’t be overwhelmed by the selection, pick some color or size that you think is pretty. My local store is super helpful and if yours is anything like it, they will ask about the project ideas and recommend quantities of yarn for the project. For the idea? Voila! Here is the link for the pattern above See Mi Knit’s pattern.
Ideally you would find a needlepoint bracelet bangle KIT for your beloved needlepointer. But the only ones I could find sucked big time. I guess you could swap out thread (floche) colors to improve them but lacking that, I recommend this Etsy vintage find. I would wear this and claim I had made it myself. Then I would feel bad and attempt to make an identical one.
For the perfectionist crafter, we gotta talk Martha Stewart. http://www.marthastewart.com/250669/wool-bangles#907485
You’ve got to do some legwork here. Look at the various Martha Stewart project videos. Pick a style you like, find basket, pickup the required supplies, stuff the supplies and a bottle of nice wine into the basket, then type up a pretty card with the URL hand written in it for her reference. VOILA you too channeled your inner Martha making something special.
The daily disclaimer: I would be remiss if I didn’t offer the link to my online store… I write these posts for my love of jewelry and gift giving, there’s no sponsors here but ME for MYSELF 😀