Tuesday, December 7, 2004

My personal lost weekend... Oh dear god. Now I realize what all two of my loyal readers (thanks, Mieke and Alyssa, for caring) have been bitching about. Apparently, a month has passed since I last wrote. How the hell did that happen? I bought and sold houses, moved, corralled painters, wallpaperers, gutter cleaners and various other tradespeople, threw two baby showers --and barely made it to the bathroom, let alone the computer. Well, I'm back. For those who asked (thanks, Alyssa) the amnio went fine. We're having a girl. She seems to have all the organs, heart chambers, brain hemispheres, vertebrae, fingers and toes she might need in the outside world, which she is due to greet on March 27, shortly after my own birthday. God willing, she will be early, because I don't know that two Aries women should live in the same home. Dido, peeved, has announced that he wanted a brother not a sister, and that he's planning to call her William. As my mom said, that's one way of dealing. I'm quite certain his sister will have the gumption to deal with being called William by her doubtless-to-be-adored elder brother. My departure from the netzone was also fueled, I expect, by some post-election depression, which has caused me to avoid all media. Really. We haven't even hooked up our TV in the new house, except to watch DVDs (most recently, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, which was shockingly good, given how sucky the first two were.) This from committed, nay, zealous, advocates of the Tivo revolution. Somehow, we don't miss it so much, though I think we'll have to get satellite up by the end of January, so we can have a SuperBowl housewarming party. Truthfully, I could give a rat's ass about football, really (though I enjoy the beer and popcorn loungey ritual of watching it sometimes) but I like SuperBowl parties, with lots of chili and cornbread and chips and guacamole and aforementioned beer and yelling and laughing in the background. It's kind of like how I cannot stand to watch baseball, at least on TV--going to the games is ok--but I LOVE baseball movies. So Mieke, tell Jefferson that yes, we're on for the SB fiesta again this year. 8:46:03 PM     comment [] trackback []