If you aren't watching "Life" then you suck

Damien LewisOkay, that might be a little harsh, but seriously. This show is awesome. In the sort of way that you get goosebumps as you’re watching you realize you’re watching something completely and totally fabulous. Are you intrigued yet? You dang well better be!

I tuned in because of the fine man you’re seeing on the left there. That’s Damian Lewis. And yes, he’s seriously THAT HOT. I fell in love with Damian when he played Major Winters in HBO’s fantastic series “Band of Brothers”. He was hot then too. Possibly even hotter now. Now, I don’t know what NBC’s problem is, because the marketing for this show was pathetic at best. I saw a couple commercials and nothing that was eye catching.

I found out about “Life”, believe it or not, when I was hanging out on “The Biggest Loser”‘s website, doing some work for Watching Reality TV. I saw a banner ad and a photo of a guy who looked quite a bit like Damian Lewis. Imagine my surprise when I clicked over and found out it WAS Damian Lewis. At that point, I didn’t care what the show was about, I was going to tune in because this man is FINE.

It airs after “Bionic Woman” and that’s a pretty good lead in. Or would be, if “Bionic Woman” wasn’t a little too much on the cheesy side. It’s on pretty late, at 10pm (on Wednesdays. I’m serious, WATCH IT), but worth staying up. Or, as it happens, DVRing it. Because I’m only just now watching it. It was a busy television week and I was pretty tired by 10pm for most of it so there was a lot of shows that got relegated to DVR. This was one of them but I’m thinking maybe this week I need to stay up and watch it.

Because not only is Damian Lewis TOTALLY HOT, but the show is actually danged interesting. Basically, Lewis plays Charlie Crews, a detective who spent 12 years in prison for murder but has recently been released and is back on duty. While each week we see him investigate another murder, the ongoing arc is what happened to put this guy in prison in the first place? Was he framed? Who was behind it all? Is there a conspiracy or something else? Freaky!

The acting is fantastic. Damian is in top form here, charming and witty and distinctly lovable. I totally loved when they would show his awkward transition to modern life, in how he didn’t understand how to answer the phone in his car or that a cell phone could take pictures. Funny stuff there. But he’s intense, Damian is. His stare will bore right into your soul, I guarantee you that. Everyone else in the show is fantastic too, lest you think I ignored everyone else in light of him (would I do that?).

I feel about this show now how I’ve always thought I should have felt about “Friday Night Lights”. It’s just that good. And I’m so excited to have a new show get me so pumped up. I just hope it makes it because I want to be able to enjoy it for a long time. And? I’ve heard the second show (airing this Wednesday at 10pm! Tune in!) is even better than the pilot. Dear God, just watch it. You can thank me later.

Snow in September

So last night was your average Friday night here in the Porter household. Being that it was a Friday, Harry is allowed to stay up a little later than usual. We even let him pick out a movie to watch and he (not surprisingly) chose “Batman Begins”. I’d purchased an at-home hair painting/highlighting kit earlier in the day and had asked Kile to do the painting for me (since he’s far better at that sort of thing than I am). Believe it or not, that is a pretty normal Friday night for us.

I waited my twenty minutes before going upstairs to hop in the shower and wash the gunk out. After I turned the shower on, I heard a loud rumble. For a moment, I thought it might be “Batman Begins” playing on the home theater system downstairs. It’s pretty loud and has been known to rattle the walls a time or two. But somehow the rumble sounded different. Closer, somehow. I decided it might have been thunder. A little late in the season for a thunderstorm, but not unheard of. I knew a storm was moving in too, so thunder was a reasonable guess. I decided to go to the bedroom window and see if it was raining and if I could catch a lightning strike.

I saw the pavement looked wet and figured it had rained after all. I checked the streetlight down at the foot of the cul de sac, as that’s our standard barometer at night for finding out if it’s raining or not. And I’ll be danged, it did look like it was doing something. But… that didn’t look like RAIN. It looked more like SNOW. I checked the streetlight up the cul de sac and saw the same thing. Huh. Since I was still dressed, I ran downstairs to check it out up close and in person.

I saw Harrison sticking his head out the backdoor. He said he’d heard something that sounded like thunder too. “Hey, it’s snowing!” he said. “No way,” Kile replied from his recliner. Because, duh, this is September. It doesn’t snow in SEPTEMBER. I went out the front door and indeed was confronted with some fairly abundant snowfall Wet, but snow nonetheless. I had to take a picture. That sort of thing just doesn’t happen every day. I mean, this is Reno. And it’s September. It just doesn’t snow in September.

Snow in September
Apparently? It does.

Maybe there's something in the water?

Oh my goodness, doesn’t it seem like EVERYONE is pregnant right now? Seriously, I know so many women who are expecting, both online and off. It’s like a mini baby boom or something. Think about it, how many people do you know who are going to have a baby? It’s a lot, isn’t it?

As you may have noticed either by reading her blog or eavesdropping on the comments on yesterday’s post, Zoot is pregnant too! And this one I am so happy about. I mean, I’m happy about everyone and I love hearing that someone is pregnant because it’s like the joy is being spread and the world is alive once more. But Zoot needs to have herself another baby. She’s due. I don’t want the Miscarriage Gods to rain on her parade anymore because that’s a bunch of hooey. I’m tired of them picking on her. I want her to have this baby, dangit. Plus, I’m sorta jazzed at the notion of being pregnant at the same time as her. Hee!

Second to finding out someone else is pregnant is finding out the results from someone’s ultrasound. I’m a fool for ultrasound results. Linda from All & Sundry found out her “flavor” this week and I was all excited for her. And at the same time, very anxious for my own ultrasound. I’m not good with suspense, people. You should know this about me by now. I only have, oh, two more months to wait. SIGH. So not fair.

But now that I know SO MANY people who are pregnant, think of all the ultrasound results I can stalk blogs for! And that’s just the people who I know online who are pregnant. I’m practically rubbing my hands together with glee over here.

Truly, I feel actually pretty proud to be pregnant amidst such company. I feel like I’m in the “Due in ’08” club or something and it’s got some pretty rockin’ members. Maybe they’ll share a milkshake with me if I don’t act like too much of a dork.

I’m not making any sense at all now, am I?

Well, what do you expect? It’s a Friday and I did some shopping this morning and the weather is changing (again) and I’m all discombobulated. (Dude, you should so see the utterly adorable shoes I got for Liam. TO DIE FOR.)

Dear Self

Dear me in the 8th grade,

I totally would have written to you last year, when you were in the 7th grade, but Zoot already did that and I don’t want to totally copy her or anything.  And you have no idea who I’m talking and I’m probably already losing you here but bear with me.  Anyhow, middle sure sucks, doesn’t it?  I know last year was awful.  It was probably the most awful year of your school aged existence.  And this year is little better (but hey, at least it’s a little better right?).  But that means the good news is that it gets better from here.

I don’t want to give you the wrong impression here, that once you are an adult everything will be wine and roses.  Because it won’t.  Life will suck then too.  BELIEVE ME.  However, you’ll be able to make it through because you’re a strong person.  And by the time you’re in your late twenties, you will be getting a good idea of who you are as a person and the stuff that bothers you right now, won’t bother you as much then.

But here’s what I wanted to tell you the most: make it through this year.  Just this one little year. Next year, everything will change and it will be so different.  High school will pretty much rock.  I know what you’re thinking now, you think maybe high school will be better.  I’m here to tell you it will be better.  You’ll be leaving behind nearly all the total douchebags that you go to school with now.  And even though I know you’re not sure about going to a school where there’s no boys, let me assure that that is a good thing.  Because apparently boys are what make teenage girls act like complete assholes.  Take away the boys and suddenly the girls will be normal human beings.  I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.

So hey, just relax this year.  Don’t worry about issues with boys, problems with your friends, or what some stupid girl says to you to make you cry.  It’s not worth it.  You’re worried that you’ll never have a boyfriend before you graduate from high school.  I’m here to tell you right now: You won’t.  So just relax.  Trust me, it won’t matter in the long run.  As an adult, you will have no regrets about that.  So stop mooning about that boy in your Language Arts class (you know which one).  And stop obsessing about that boy who lives across the street.  He’s a dingus anyhow (you’ll find out around Halloween) and he’s not THAT great.  You’re just crushing on him to have someone to crush on.   And that’s all well and good, but don’t let him make you upset or anything because that’s just goofy.  Totally not worth it.

However, at the end of the year, at the 8th graduation dance, you’ll want to dance with that guy from your Language Arts class (him or his friend, actually, they’re both kinda cute).  And you’ll leave the dance very upset knowing that you’re going away to high school without having danced with a boy.  Don’t let that happen.  Hey, go ask him to dance!  Or have one of your friends do it for you (because I know you’re a big chicken.  I’m one too).   I’m pretty sure he’d go for it.  And if he doesn’t, that’s his loss.  But at least you won’t be left wondering what would have happened if you had just gone for it.  Live now, worry later.

I could tell you a bunch of stuff about high school and college, but a) I don’t want to scare you and b) this has gotten pretty long already.  But you’re a pretty good kid.  You’re not as pretty as some of the other girls but you’re not a troll either.  You love to write, you need to keep up with that.  Feel good about yourself and your choices.  There are some really really good times coming your way.  I promise.


You at 31

Won't someone think of the children?

So you might have heard about this great flickr backlash going on in the mommy blogging community.  And if you’ve been to my site recently (and not just hung out on Google Reader, which I understand because I do that myself), you may have noticed the pictures in my sidebar from flickr and in my header have changed.  If you’ve been keeping track, you probably know why.  I’m not going to go back over the details that others ahead of me have stated so well.  The short of it is: people are stealing pictures of other people’s children and using them for themselves or in marketing.  And that’s not good.

I’ve always had the strictest Creative Commons license Flickr offers on my photos; Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works.  Which means that people are free to to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work as long as they attribute the work and do not use it for commercial purposes or alter, transform, or build upon the work.  Whew.  Sounds complicated, right?  Basically means you can pass the picture around as long as you give me credit, don’t use it to make money or change the picture in any way.  Sounds like I’d be covered doesn’t it?  And you’d think I would be.  But this is the internet and it’s full of all sorts of douchbags and you never know what someone is going to do with your pictures.  And normally, I probably wouldn’t care or even worry too much.  After all, I’m pretty small potatoes over here.  

But where my children are involved… that’s where I have a problem.  I shudder at the of anyone doing anything to my children, even if it is just a photo of them.  That I am not okay with.  And listen, I know that mommy blogging is inherently laden with these issues.  Where do we draw the line?  What is okay and not okay to share about your child’s lives?  At what point do the silly stories infringe upon their privacy, etc and so forth.

I don’t share everything about my children.  Believe it or not!  I do keep some things to myself, especially about Harrison now that he’s getting older.  That’s why it may not seem like I talk about him as much as I do about Liam.  Do I wonder if I made the right decision to share their names and pictures on the internet instead of remaining anonymous?  Sometimes.  But I do believe, at least for now, that my choices were good ones.  Hopefully I won’t learn any differently.

So in the meantime, I’ve set the viewing privileges on all my photos of Harry and Liam (or at least almost all of them) to friends and family only.   Thank goodness for Flickr’s fabulous organizer and batch operations because otherwise that might have taken me for freakin’ ever to do.  If you’d like to continue to be able to see these pictures from my flickr page (sorry, they still won’t show up in my sidebar), and you aren’t already a contact labeled as a “friend”, either add me as a friend or drop me a comment here with your flickr id and I’ll add you to my contact list.  I’ve got to do what I’ve got to do and this was a very easy decision for me to make.

The Ramblings of a Sleep Deprived Mind

Wow. Last night was the worst of all. My child is stubbornly rigid about his routines and last night was no different. Kile put him to bed, since I was out at the grocery store with my mother in law. As such, he forgot to give our mad teether a dose of motrin before putting him down. I can hear all you moms out there groaning along with me. This child doesn’t do teeth one or two at a time. Ho no. No, he’s putting through SIX right now. And four of those are molars. So putting a child like that to bed without motrin should be a punishable offense, right? At least, the offending party should be made to get up with said child when he inevitably wakes up in the middle of the night, miserable. Right? Wrong, apparently. Liam woke, cried and then dozed off again continually for several hours after we went to bed until just before 2 am he decided that he wasn’t going to doze back off again. So I got up with him. I had to wait for the motrin to kick in before going back to bed so I was up for a while. I got to see at least one full episode of “Angel” on TNT though, if that tells you anything. He cried off and on for the rest of the night as well, but slept better.

Meanwhile, I’m still struggling with the suddenly unbearably uncomfortable bed and getting restful sleep on it is getting to be pretty laughable. It seems no matter where or how I lay, there’s always something sharp or angled poking into me, be it my own arm or the bed itself. I’ve said before that this mattress sucks, but it’s never sucked this bad. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through the rest of this pregnancy, I really don’t.

Some yahoo took a wrong turn onto our cul de sac this morning, right after Kile’s alarm went off (so it was probably about 6:30, I’m guessing). I’m guessing he through the street actually connected to something at the other end because he tore up and then seemed surprised when the road, you know, ENDED. He laid on the breaks, spun the wheel, squealed the tires and ended up plowing through the rocks in our neighbor across the street’s landscaping. Niiiice. Tell me that didn’t just about give me a freaking heart attack. We totally need one of those “Not a Through Street” signs, I don’t know why we don’t have one.

So “Halo 3” comes out today. I’m pretty depressed about this. We lack both the game (duh) and an Xbox360 (pretty important if you want to play it, of course). Meanwhile, I’m dying to know how the story ends. It’s almost like with “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows” (but not quite). I’m so tempted to look up spoilers online (I know there are some out there) but have resisted so far. Mostly. Okay, I did read that review that the San Jose Mercury News did, but it didn’t really reveal anything. I don’t know when I’ll get to play it, but I’m hoping I won’t have to wait too long. Considering the price of an Xbox360, I’m not going to hold my breath.

Hey, I upgraded WordPress last night. Can’t tell, can you? That’s okay. I can hardly tell myself. There’s some nifty new features, such as integrated tagging. But I’m so lazy, I don’t know if I can keep up tagging. I’m giving it a shot for this post, at least. It also has some more advanced visual editor quicklinks, which I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for. Also kinda dig the update notifications on the plugins, since I am currently running about a billion of them and it can be hard to keep track of them all. Other than that? Nothing too groundbreaking. When are they going to release a WordPress that will just type my posts for me? That would rock.

I don’t know if I’m going to get a nap this morning or not. Liam is once again in the closet, snoozing away (or so I believe since all is quiet on the baby monitor). But I’m afraid to go up there for fear of waking him. Seriously, last night traumatized me. Even so, I’m about dead on my feet here and if I don’t get a nap I’m afraid of what will happen.  Someone might just get eaten.

Thoughts Aside
The importance of domain names matters to no one else more than a webmaster. He is the one who knows the worth of broadband to the site and the value that will come with web design.


We made it through the night last night.  Is that a miracle or what?  We put Liam to bed in the pack n play in our room, not even trying any other set up.  Our room is pretty cool, but the closet where we had the pack n play set up is pretty enclosed so I figured it would at least hold some heat during the night.  At first, the tyke wasn’t having it.  He had neglected a nap for most of the day (his fault, not ours, I’m sure) and was beyond tired.  He cried, cried, cried.  Finally, I sent Kile downstairs and tackled bedtime myself.  I got him settled down, read him a story and then laid him in the pack n play.  He cried indignantly for a grand total of one minute (while I lurked in our master bathroom, trying not to breath too loud and let on that I was in the vicinity still) before settling down.

And that was it.  Not a peep out of him the rest of the night.  I felt rather stifled all night long,  as if I needed to be careful not to roll over too loudly.  And when Kile’s alarm went off this morning I barked (quietly) at him to turn it off turn it off turn it off!  We let the munchkin sleep for until after 8 am, since he was more than willing to do so and were rewarded with a clear eyed, eye-bagless, cheerful baby.

My in-laws are going to be out for most of the day, so here in a few minutes I plan to lay Liam down for his nap in his own crib and I’ll (finally) get a shower.  I’m looking so dang forward to that silly shower.  We’ve got one more night of closet sleeping, but I have a feeling we may just survive after all.


Tomorrow, I’ll be 12 weeks pregnant.   According to some websites, that means I’ll be in the second trimester.  So I’m just going to go with that instead of waiting until 13.75 weeks or whatever it is some other sites calculate it by.  I don’t have another appointment until the second week of October (I *think* it’s the second week of October) and we don’t have a rental doppler this time around, so I won’t know for a while if the bean is alive and well in there or not.  In the meantime, I’m going to assume the best and operate under the assumption that the baby within is a-ok.  It seems incredible to me to be going into the second trimester already.  There’s so much that I’m nervous about and excited about at the same time.

I just hope I make it through these nine months in one piece.  I’ve got worry, aches, pains, neuroses and an assorted other ills that I’ll need to survive.  So far, so good.  But then, it’s only been a month since I’ve known.  I’ve got my work cut out for me.

Night thoughts

Well, here it is 4:08 am and we’ve been awake for a good half hour at least.  Liam is having a rough time of it.  Poor child just doesn’t put up with change too much, especially when it concerns his sleep routines.  With Kile’s parents visiting, he’s moved out of his room.  Initially, we tried him in with Harry.  They’d shared a room at my parents house last weekend and that went fine.  And it was fine, until Harry went to bed and took pup in with him.  Then Liam decided he didn’t care for THAT one bit and let us know by crying for a good half hour.

So we moved him out of there and put him in our closet, like last time.  Which worked okay until about a half hour ago when he woke up and started crying and wouldn’t stop.  Kile tried to put him back to sleep and he wouldn’t have it.  I tried and he wouldn’t have it.  I tried bringing him back to bed with us and he thought it was playtime.  So Kile went to get up with him and go downstairs and let him work out some of his energy.  I got up too because by that point I was starved.  And when I’m starved, it’s just best that I eat as soon as I can.

So that leads us to know.  Liam is over in his pack n play, banging around on his toys an jabbering to himself.  Kile is cruising the net on his own laptop while I type this and we’re watching a biography on Johnny Cash on TV.  Hopefully, Liam will poop out here shortly and go back to sleep, at least until it’s time to go to church later on this morning.  Oh yeah, no getting out of that one.  I’m scheduled to watch the babies in the nursery during bible study so there you go.  Should be loads of fun.  At this point, if I can keep my eyes open through all that I’ll be pretty happy.

God bless it, it's Friday

I’m a little surprised to see a Friday already (that’s the great thing about starting the week on a Tuesday) but that doesn’t mean I’m not practically frothing at the mouth with delight that it is here.  Kile even took a sick day today and when he crawled back in bed and told me I wasn’t feeling well, I asked him, “Does that mean I don’t have to change the sheets on the guest room bed or vacuum the living room like I was planning to do?  Because if I’m not feeling well, I probably shouldn’t do that.”  Sounds good to me!

I’m on my second cup of coffee with no nap in sight and I’m afraid I’ll be vibrating off the ceiling here in a moment.

My in-laws are coming tomorrow and staying through Tuesday.  It’s always kind of fun to have visitors because it shakes things up around here.  It’s a little stressful because my house is kind of in permanent “pig sty” mode and whipping it into shape is always an experiment in terror.  But it needs to be done, visitors or not, so having a (good) reason to spruce things up once in a while isn’t a bad thing.  It’ll be fun to hang out with them, at the very least.

Harry has a soccer game tomorrow morning but the forecast says we’ll have highs only in the 50’s and there might be rain and snow showers in the morning.  RIIIIGHT.  Yeah, no.  Problem is, it’s our week to bring drink and snack for the players.  I figure Kile might be doing this on his own while I stay home snug in my warm house.  I’m a good wife, aren’t I? It’s all good, our team always loses anyhow.  (I mean that in the kindest way possible.  Our boys, they play hard.  That’s what counts, right?)

So that’s my weekend in a nutshell.  Sounds thrilling, no?  What can I say, I’m a homebody who likes to hide in her cave.

Two under two

Maybe it’s because I find myself now in this particular “predicament” or maybe more people are talking about it now and the fact that it applies to me is merely coincidence.  Whichever the reason, wherever I turn these days I see and hear stories about women struggling with having two children under two years old.  The blogs are countless.  Even people from my real life have found themselves with double the diapers.  And the news I hear coming out of those camps is not encouraging in the slightest.  I hear lots of “better fill up on the Xanax now!” and “my life is shattered” and that sort of thing.

Uhm, I’m feeling a little nervous over here, people.

As indicated by the title of this blog, I’m pretty much a slacker.  Yes, it does indicate a certain amount of “laid-back”ness but it also indicates a definite desire to not move or do more than I absolutely need to in order to get by.  Trust me, one look at my house would confirm that little statement right there.  So what will happen when child #3 makes their grand entrance?

When Liam arrived, it wasn’t that big of a stretch, believe it or not.  Harry was 6, going on 7 and more than capable of handling small things for himself by himself.  He could even fix his own breakfast and lunch if it came to that (and a few times it did).  I can ask him to put his dirty clothes in the washing machine and he’ll do it.  He’s got no diapers to change and putting him to bed is as easy as saying, “Time to go to bed!” So juggling two children was actually sinfully easy.

But this time?  Liam will be not even two years old yet, months out from his second birthday.  He’ll definitely be in diapers, with any luck he’ll be talking at least a little and though I’m loathe to imagine it, I’m sure he’ll be walking.  He’ll be in that stage that children need the most supervision.  And that is the precise moment in which my attentions will be irrevocably diverted.  Will he suddenly put up a fuss when we put him to bed (right now, he goes to bed easy as pie and stays that way all night long)?  Will he act out against me and the baby?  Will he need me at the precise moment the baby needs me?  Will he ever forgive me?

I’ve already realized that his naps (if, pray to God, he’s still napping at the time) will be directly opposed to the baby’s.  I mean, that’s just Murphy’s Law right there.  But what else is lurking out there to bite me in the ass when I’m at my most sleep deprived?

I’ve pretty much resolved to handle it as I’ve handled just about everything else in my life: I’ll tackle that bridge when I come to it.  Bite the bullet, don’t overthink it, just plug your nose and dive in.  Ask questions later.  I don’t want to freak myself out (too late), I just want to get it done and do it as best as I can.

It’ll be an adventure, that’s for sure.