Who wouldn't want to win a pink vacuum cleaner?

Oh, and help fight breast cancer while they’re at it? It’s a win-win situation, if you ask. Throw in that the pink vacuum in question is a Dyson and well, I’m sold! How about you?  If this sounds like a rocking good deal to you too, go to this link: Win a Dyson “Pink” Vaccuum in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  You have nothing to lose.  And everything to win!  Like, a pink Dyson vacuum cleaner.  DUDE, I might actually clean my house if I had one of those.  (Yeah, I know, not likely but STILL.  It’s PINK.)


It’s a strange morning.  First, I woke up to some particularly pointed hatemail on my Watching Reality TV blog from a rabid Marie Osmond fan.  Wow.  Just… wow.  I hardly know what to say in response to such vitrol.  There are some people out there who have a LOT of hate in their hearts, aren’t there?  So that was a nice thing to wake up to.

Also, Liam is in a mood this morning and only wants to be held by me.  Right now he’s in his high chair where I’ve attempted to give him some breakast but he’s just moaning and fussing and I know I’ll have to fetch him out here in a minute.  He’s having an off morning too, poor guy.  Doesn’t he know it’s Halloween?  This is a GOOD day!

I’m also off kilter from some personal drama last night.  I basically feel slapped in the face and my feelings are hurt.  That would be fine enough except that my son’s feelings are hurt too and I wonder if I could have done something to prevent that.  Maybe I need to be a pushier person.  It just so goes against who I am.   Anyhow, as a result my head throbbed and pounded all night and the headache wouldn’t go away until I went to sleep.  Ugh.  Is it any wonder I tend to be hermit these days?

Then there was “Dancing with the Stars” last night.  I wasn’t able to watch because “The Biggest Loser” took precedence but I heard about the shocking exit of Sabrina Bryan.  And all I can say is… whaaaa?? Of course, judging from the hatemail I received, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.  Sabrina just wasn’t getting the votes, I guess.  I think people have their favorite celebrities in this competition and actual talent has very little to do with it.  I have my favorites too, but as much as I love Jane Seymour, I know she sucked on Monday.  And Marie was a few steps up from her at best.  I knew one of them was at risk for elimination.  Or they should have been.  I figured that Sabrina and Mel B would be the most likely contestants to be in the finale, competing for the top honors.  It’s sad, that we won’t get to see Sabrina burn up the dance floor anymore.

Bah.  That’s about all I can say.  Not a great start to the day, that’s for sure. Let’s hope it improves and soon.

Tuesday Thoughts

Just some of the things on my mind today:

  • Today I’m 17 weeks pregnant.  I thought I felt a kick or two last night, but this early on it’s so hard to tell. I can’t believe I’ve made it this far!  Should only be a couple weeks and then I’ll get my beloved ultrasound.  I’m PRAYING this child will cooperate because if I can’t find out, I’m going to go into a steep decline.
  • Finding out the gender might make having to decide to get a tubal done easier.  I’m still unsure, but knowing what “variety” I’ve got going here might make it easier.  At least that’s what I’m hoping because right now I have no idea what to do.  All I do know is that after this one, we’ll be done having kids.
  • October has been the month of “isolation”.  As nice as it is to lay around in pajamas all day, it does leave one feeling a touch lonely.  Am glad the month is almost over and Harry will be going back to school next week. Maybe then I won’t be so lonely.  Tall order, I know.
  • We think Liam has been saying some words.  “Hi” is pretty easy to recognize and not surprising seeing as how friendly he can be.  We also swear we heard him say “night night” in response to me saying the same thing the other night.  He’s definitely getting more interactive (though his constant exersaucer escaping is wearing on me).
  • It seems strange that Halloween is tomorrow.  I’m hoping I don’t forget to dress the kids up because knowing me, that’s just the sort of thing I would do.  I’m looking forward to eating some candy.  Except replace the word “some” with “a lot”.
  • I may be having another little “funk”.  It could be from having too much time on my hands to think about things.  I generally tend to get down when I spend day after day by myself (well myself and the kids, of course).  Could be my thyroid and it’s being out of whack (even though I am now on the heavy-duty meds for that).  I just know I have zero motivation, I’m having a lot of headaches, and I feel depressed a lot.  Boo.
  • We carved pumpkins last night.  I may put up a picture of them tomorrow if I think of it.  Harry did a great job on his own pumpkin and I did a fantastic job roasting the seeds, if I do say so myself.
  • Our power also went out last night due to a fairly nasty storm that passed by.  We ended up eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches for dinner because it was the only thing we could think of that didn’t need to be cooked.  Thankully, the power came back on in time for carving the pumpkins and for DWTS and Heroes.  You know, the important stuff.

Scaredy Cat

I found this meme over at Hollow Squirrel and it is RIGHT up my alley. Like the literary meme that’s going around (which I did last year, I think), you take a list of scary movies and note whether you’ve seen them or not. Very timely, considering the holiday and all. So if this is your bag, feel free to participate and add movies to the list as you see fit.

Bold those you’ve seen.
Italicize movies you have started but couldn’t finish.
Add an asterisk* to those you have watched more than once.
Underline those on your To Watch list.

    Yeah, seen this one MANY times. It is one of my dad’s favorite movies so I’ve seen this one since I was pretty young, actually. Scary? HELL YES. But I’m just used to it at this point. Which isn’t to say that it hasn’t given me nightmares. In college, I had more than a few “Shining dreams” where my dad would be chasing me and/or the rest of the family with an axe. Ugh. Damn yous, Stanley Kubrick!
    Yeah, surprisingly that I want to see it, huh? But I feel like I *should* see it and I’m surprised that I haven’t.  I’m sure I’ll see it eventually. 
    On the other hand, here’s a movie I haven’t seen and don’t want to see.  I’m not a big “bloodbath” fan.  There’s psychological thrillers and then there’s gore-fests.  I’m not a gore fan.  So no.  Never.
    Who hasn’t seen this one?  It’s a classic and while it’s scary, I don’t really consider it a horror movie.  But the whole scene where Jodi Foster is walking through the house looking for the dude and he has the night vision goggles?  FREAKED ME THE HECK OUT.  I think I screamed into a pillow on the couch several times during that whole thing.
  • JAWS*
    I didn’t chose to watch this movie.  My sister, who is 8 years older than I am, was babysitting me and it was on tv and she held me on her lap while we watched.  Sounds nice, but she did that so I wouldn’t get up and run to the other room during the scary parts like I normally would do.  She would also make sure I wasn’t closing my eyes and wouldn’t let me plug my ears either.  AUGH.  The ocean still freaks me out to this day.  I have no excuse for why I’ve seen it more than once though.  Glutton for punishment, I guess.
    Haven’t seen it, don’t want to see it.  Just seeing clips of that dude walking freaks me out.  Let’s not even talk about the mask.
    Actually saw this one in high school during a film class.  It was freaky, yes, but more scary than gory and I can handle that.  I gripped my desk and gnawed on my pencil pretty good during the scary parts, though.
    I’ve seen it but I barely remember it.  I remember how it ended though and that pretty much freaked me out.  It’s a serial killer movie and unlike Silence of the Lambs, was more gory than psychological so there was a lot of peeking from behind my hands going on.
    Yeah, no.  Don’t need to be afraid of babies now.  Or having them.  Or anything associated with that whole process. I can live a happy life never having seen this one.
    Oh, so many times I have seen this one.  I can remember my family renting this when I was a kid.  As they were all at least 8 years older than I am, it was appropriate for them.  Not so much for me. For some reason, I watched it anyway.  I have fond memories of running into the living room and hiding behind the couch until I felt it was safe to return to the family room again.  The scene where the dude’s face comes off did something really awful to me.
    Dear god.  I should have known better.  This movie was on as my family was getting ready to leave on a camping trip.  Sounds innocent.  So I watched instead of helping pack supplies out to the car.  I’m not even sure I saw the whole thing.  Maybe I didn’t.  But the damage was done.  I didn’t sleep a wink that night, in my tent.  I had a friend with me and she slept fine.  I remember waking her up in the middle of the night and telling her that she had to walk with me to the bathroom because we weren’t allowed to go by ourselves.  I totally made that up, because I didn’t want to go outside alone.  When the birds started chirping, I knew it was morning and I was SO glad it wasn’t even funny.
    Nope.  And no thanks.
    Haven’t seen this one, but I did see Army of Darkness and kinda enjoyed it.  Not quite enough to go back and watch this one though.
    Stephen King is a sick, sick man.  This is a great movie because it is psychological.
    No thanks.  I’ll pass.
    No thanks.  I’ll pass.  Again.
    Another movie I saw courtesy of my sister.  And no, Mrs. Squirrel, it is NOT the one with Michael J. Fox.  The scene where the guys are attacked in the English countryside is downright horrific.  Hence it’s inclusion in this list, I suppose.
    Nope.  I don’t dig serial killers.  Not one bit.
    Mmmm… no.
    Never heard of it, never want to.  Sounds like something I’d stumble upon on cable on a Saturday afternoon and discover too late that it’s definitely not my cup of tea though.  Sort of like that movie where all the cannibals in West Virginia eat all those college students.
  • The Blair Witch Project
    We rented this one the weekend before Harry was born.  I’ll always remember curling up on our bed, just the two of us for the last time like EVER, in our old apartment.  Too bad most of those memories are viewed through the fingers on my hands as that’s how I think I viewed the majority of this movie.
  • Pet Semetary
    Nope.  I like pets.  I want to keep liking pets.
  • Event Horizon
    Dear, sweet Jesus.  I thought this was a simple sci-fi movie.  I went to see this at the $1.50 theater in college and I was SO scared I couldn’t even leave my seat to go hide in the bathroom like I would normally do.  That says something.  I was scared SO BAD.  I don’t even remember what about it scared me so much but to this day, the words “Event Horizon” equate with terror in my mind.
  • Scream*
    I saw this with my now-husband back when we were in college at the $1.50 theater. I was scared witless the first time I saw it, but was able to appreciate the humor and the poking fun at other horror movies. I’ve seen it a lot more times since then and it doesn’t scare me near as bad anymore.

So, do you have any to add to the list?  More importantly, do you feel like I do about horror movies or do you actually enjoy them?


You may have noticed I took a bit of an extended weekend around these parts. My site went *poof* on Friday morning and I wasn’t able to get it cranked back up until this morning. That’s a lot of days without a blog to post to. More than I care to spend, to be honest. I was starting to get the twitches. But I’m back now. Finally.

As I mentioned on Thursday, Friday was a bit of a holiday around here. So was Saturday, as it turns out. Kile’s brother’s family came Friday night and brought Harry back with them. I swear, he grew like a foot in the last week. It was awesome to see him again and we took him upstairs to show him his first and biggest birthday present (his birthday isn’t until November 10th). It was my old computer, which we’d moved and set up in his bedroom. I’d set up a bunch of games on the desktop and adjusted all the settings just for him. I also removed a bunch of programs that didn’t need to be on there any longer . We set it up so we can hook up the computer to the internet once in a while, but for the most part, it won’t be online which is the only way to do it. Mostly, he has it for games and later on, for homework. He was literally floored when he saw it and I’ve hardly seen him since. He’s constantly up there playing on it. But it’ll make this last week before he goes back to school a lot more tolerable.

Saturday, we drove over to Apple Hill with Kile’s brother’s family. I wasn’t going to go, so that everyone could fit in one van but got talked into going at the last minute. It was fun, but it took us AGES to get there. I forgot my camera, of course, which is awful because there were some GREAT shots to be taken. Everything was just beautiful up there. The leaves were all changing and everything felt very festive. It’s hard not to get into the mood when you’re surrounded by pumpkins, apples, fresh cider, bbq, farm animals, live music and craft booths. It was a lot of fun and we got what we came for: a box of apples and a gallon of fresh cider. Ahh, the stuff dreams are made of. We got a late start home and didn’t hit town until after 7pm. We had a reservation at Claim Jumper for 8:15 so it was even later before we got back home. To say we were pooped is a vast understatement.

Yesterday was a lonely day. Kile went on a quick errand and took Harry with him in the morning and ended up staying out until the afternoon. And then Harry disappeared to his room and his computer. And Kile disappeared upstairs as well so I was downstairs with Liam for most of the day, by myself. Not the best ending to the weekend, but there you have it.

So I’m back! YAY! And just in time for NaBloPoMo, too. I was starting to get a little worried there.

Don't mind me

Maybe I’m saving up for NaBloPoMo.  Yeah, that must be it.  Otherwise, why else would my level of posting reach an all time low? (I can’t confirm that statement, by the way, as I’m sure there have been months where I have posted less)

I posted over at Brit’s place yesterday, as a favor and because it was kind of fun to play in someone else’s sandbox for a change.   I got a little sappy on her, which is always fun to do to someone.  But it was a mighty fine post if I do say so myself.  the flip-side of that being that I was left with zero urge to post over here.

It’s been strange, not having Harry here this week.  Everything is all off-kilter.  Plus it’s kind of warm outside which always turns me into a big, fat slug.

I got my AFP bloodwork taken care of yesterday.  Aren’t I a good little prenatal patient?  I deserve a cookie, just for that.  And why is it that whenever you don’t feel the needle go in, that’s when you get a big ol’ bruise?  I swear, I felt NOTHING yesterday and this is coming from an old-school needle-phobe here.  But, lo and behold, this morning I had a huge bruise where she poked me.  Explain that one to me, because I’m dying to know.

Speaking of dying to know, technically, if I had an ultrasound machine hooked up in the backroom I could go find out if this baby is a boy or a girl right this very minute.  That is just killing me here.  I am desperate to know if I need to start getting serious about finding another boy name or if I should step up the hunt for a good girl’s middle name.  Decisions, decisions.  Do I need to tell people to hand me down their old baby girl clothes or do I need to continue my iron grip on all our baby boy clothes?  I want to KNOW!  And, chances are, (if I’m lucky) I won’t find out for nearly another month.  Where’s the justice in that?

I’ve definitely entered that “I feel so freakin’ fat” portion of the pregnancy.  I can’t say I have a cute little belly or anything, but I have a paunch.   Which isn’t even remotely cute.  Normal clothes are definitely not fitting well but maternity clothes look downright ridiculous.

Anyhow.  It’s Thursday but I’m happy because it’s basically a FRIDAY.  Why?  Because I live in Nevada, that’s why.  And in Nevada we observe Nevada Day.  See, back in the day, Nevada Day was always observed on October 31st.  And I loved telling my friends who didn’t live in Nevada that I had Halloween off because it’s a state holiday.  Plus, it was a great day for carving pumpkins and getting set up for the big night.  Somewhere along the line, some chucklehead thought we should observe Nevada Day on the last Friday of the month instead of Halloween.  So no more getting Halloween off unless it happens to fall on the last Friday of the month.  Bummer.  But still, it’s a day off!  Yay, Nevada!

Oh, and it’s Nevaaa-duh,  not Nevahh-duh.  If I hear one more out-of-stater refer to it as Nevahh-duh, then I’m gonna have to hurt someone.  And yes, the aaa is as in “apple” not as in “awful”.

All shook up

I feel as though I’ve entered an alternate dimension or something.  I swear, I’m such a creature of habit that if you throw a wrench (or two) into my life that I feel so out of whack.  First off, Harry isn’t here.  He’s staying with his grandparents and aunts and uncles in Elko for the week.  We sent him off over the weekend, along with his pup.  He was so excited that I’d be surprised if he slept very well the night before we took him.  But in true Harrison form, he didn’t show his excitement outwardly very much.  His excitement looks like another kid’s boredom, but as his parents, we can always tell.

Still, it’s strange not having him here during the day.  I’m sure he’s much happier where he is.  There’s a lot more to do, more kids to play with and just a different change of pace.  Around home here, playing out in the (still unlandscaped) backyard with the pup is about as exciting as it gets.  That and keeping Liam out of the dog water.

Then, we’ve got this new cable stuff going on.  It’s an adjustment to get used to a new system (and we got most o the kinks out just in time last need to see Marie fall on her tukus on DWTS and record Heroes).  I’m missing the old DVR’d movies and the loss of an “auto-tune” feature.  But on the other hand, there’s a lot more channels and nifty features to explore and enjoy.  And so far so good on the internet.

Still, these are kinks.  And my week feels all akimbo because of them.  I’m not used to how quiet it is around here and I’m not used to the new remote control for the television.  Everyone should have such problems, don’t you think?

Technical Difficulties

You can tell it’s a Monday because I can’t tell i I spelled “difficulties” correctly.  Even my computer is being slow and the “f” key isn’t working properly for some reason.  Sometimes I go to type “for” and it comes out “or”.  Not cool.  Anyhow, the point of this post is to alert you all to my changing internet status this afternoon.  The guy from the cable company is gonna come over and get us all hooked up.  Today we’re getting cable and internet.  My husband is particularly excited about the internet because it’s a 5 meg connection and our DSL is like 1.2 meg or something.  And believe me, we’ve noticed.  Of course, I don’t think I can entirely blame the DSL for how slow my laptop is being.  It’ll also be fun to have the cable and the extra channels it will bring.  I will at last be able to watch the Hallmark Channel (shut it, I’ve been wanting to watch it though I don’t know if hte shows I wanted to watch on it are even on it anymore it’s been so long).  We’ll also have FX and Bravo and a bunch of other cool stations again at last.  We’ll also have a new DVR, and while I’m mourning the loss of the flicks we have recorded to our current DVR (not “O Brother, Where Art Thou”!!), it’ll be fun to try something new out.

There will be implications.  For one thing, I’ll be without internet until my husband gets home and sets up the wireless to work with the new cable modem.  Unless I wanted to use the computer upstairs and HA, as if I’ll do that.  Also, my flickr might go wonky for a while.  See, I have a free flickr pro account as long as I’m using AT&T Yahoo DSL, and since I won’t anymore, well… I imagine some of my sets and photos might take a flying leap for the time being.  I may not renew my account until we get past the Christmas hump.  YIKES.

So, consider yourself duly warned.  Wee!

Friday is MyDay

I love Fridays.  I know, I know… who doesn’t?  But I’ve always felt a special kinship with the last day of the workweek.  For one, I was born on a Friday.  If that isn’t a good omen, I don’t know what is.  You always look forward to Fridays, don’t you?  Regardless if you have any plans or not.  Everyone is happy to wake up and realize it’s a Friday.  You have the weekend stretching before you, even if you plan to do nothing more exciting than sitting around in your pajamas and watching cheesy  flicks on TBS all weekend long.  Liam was born on a Friday, on what may be the best Friday of my entire life.  Friday speaks of pizza for dinner, movies to watch and blowing off steam after five o’clock.

Dang, I love Fridays.

This Friday is no different.  So far there have been two landmark events today:

  1. We have gone back to Charter.  GASP!  I know we said it would never happen, but hubby wants to try their internet service which is supposed to kick the pants off DSL which we’ve had for AGES now.  Our DSL now seems slow to us so we’re interested to see the difference.  We’re also switching our phone and television to them as well.  I’m a little nervous at trying out a new DVR service plus I’m going to lose all the movies I have on my DVR right now which makes me very sad.  But as of Monday evening, we’ll have Charter service.  GULP.
  2. Liam is eating mac n’ cheese right now.  And he LIKES it.  This is groundbreaking news in the Porter household.  Before now, he has always acted like we were trying to murder him when feeding him mac n’ cheese.  But it’s been several months and I decided to give it another shot.  So far, so good.  AWESOME.

I’m going to enjoy my weekend as best I can.  We drop Harry with the in-laws on Sunday and won’t see him for a whole week.  The good news is he’s taking his pup with him.  But I know I’ll miss the pants off him.  It’s going to be strange not having him around.  Quieter, that’s for sure!

So much for relaxing

I seem to be utterly incapable of having a “normal” pregnancy.  But really, what is a normal pregnancy?  Does anyone have one of those anymore?  I would classify normal as being the sort of pregnancy where you have an uneventful (if green-gilled) first trimester, a glowing and adorable second trimester filled with an ultrasound where you discover the gender of your child and other boring but heartbeat-filled appointments followed by a voluptuous third trimester where your belly defies all logic, you’re filled with various aches and pains and you anxiously anticipate the date of delivery, whenever that will be.  My pregnancies always seem to be as different from that normal as you could possibly get.

First of all, pregnancy turns me into a slug.  Sleep becomes a precious commodity and even that doesn’t ever seem to help the situation.  If I don’t eat every second of every day then I become extremely green-gilled.  Even then, I’m wracked with worry until safely out of that trimester with a heartbeat intact.  The second trimester is when the worry ramps up, instead of ramping down.  There’s always SOMETHING to worry about.  And the baby NEVER cooperates on the ultrasound so I virtually never find out the gender at 20 weeks like everyone else.  In the third trimester, I’m a mess, counting down the weeks to the end, going to non-stress tests twice a week and generally falling apart physically.

This time looks to be no different.   I don’t need any antibodies livening up the party.