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hubbin and i are so tired, so craptastic, that we were reduced to seeling tickets to the Nick Lowe/Ron Sexsmith show at the Fine Line tonight on craigslist. we are lame and pathetic and stuffed up. and at 13 weeks no WAY can i stay up that late. i am conserving all my energy for the black crowes show in october.

you know what’s super awesome?
here is a list:

- JCSG opening my eyes to Google Docs and then writing a not-so-bad short story on it

- class with the Vodo this evening……mmm Vodo

- having a great work-out with the cuite pie trainer

- walking the cutie pie trainer out and getting a breath of sweet, sweet september air

- looking down and seeing a package from barnes & noble on my front stoop

- opening said package and finding my new Magnet CD inside

- cracking open a new fabulous CD and feeling like there is enough love in the world

so my laptop was in the shop getting fixed.

during the last week boo has been getting over the strep throat and i got the gunk. ireland is firming up and i started class with the Vodo. but, more on that later.

if your missed this, i’m sorry.

family guy continues to be one of my faves…..here is why.

sorry, but youtube took the clip down - too many violations i guess.

almost every woman my age will, at some point, fess up to having a sex dream about bill clinton. i think this is normal, since fifty tears ago it’s was JFK women were drooling over, and before that - who knows? i’m not a presidential history major.

however, it is with much blushing and hushed tones that i admit to having a sex dream about al franken. it wasn’t that we actually had sex, it was that we had already had sex and were going to have sex again and keeping it hidden, etc. a true washington romance, if you will.

and it’s not so much that i find mr. fraken attrative. i mean, don’t get me wrong - anyone who knows me knows i have a penchant for smart, funny, goofy looking guys. and while mr. franken falls into this category, he’s not my type. i do however support him in his effort to upend senator norm coleman, since he’s a complete dick.

so rock the vote ya’ll.

when boo was home from “school” (daycare) on tuesday, we went out to eat and then over to best buy for some stuff. as we are walking out of don pablos, we stop and pull up her pants and whatever. she says that her knee hurts. hubbin asks her why does your knee hurt? she says, problemchild#1, let’s call him “dallas” at school bit her. did someone bite you, we ask. yeah, she says cute as can be, “dallas did, on my….on my….on my knee”. we schuck off her pants and look, like it’s a perfectly normal thing to do in the don pablos vestibule, take off your childs pants and inspect their skin. we didn’t see anything. did you tell your teacher that dallas hurt you? i ask. “no” boo says, kind of sad.

then we had a little talk about always telling teacher or mommy or daddy when someone hurts you. hubbin and i exchange semi-concerned looks and that was that.

next morning as we are all cuddling in bed, boo is snuggled into me and i’m rubbing her back and her legs and she says that her knee hurts. “your knee hurts? why does your knee hurt?” i ask again. i mean, at this point i’m thinking if she says it was another kid, we know she’s become part of the little liars club, but you don’t want that, and i know she doesn’t have that in her, YET. “dallas bit me on my knee” she says and points to the scene of the crime on her leg. and again we have a talk about if someone hurts you, you tell an adult.

and it was with some trepidation that i called the school. i told them what was going on, talked to the assistant director and boo’s teacher. boo’s teacher, whom we love, said she was upset a couple of times yesterday and she did come to me, but she never said anything about dallas biting her. weird. well, i said, i don’t want to accuse anyone, but i really don’t think she has it in her yet to make up stories and lie. i mean, she just doesn’t know how to do that yet. they said they would keep and eye out - whatever that means, and that was that. and i kept thinking to myself, am i overreacting? no. i believe my child, you have to. and this guy, this dallas is a problem kid. every single time i have dropped her off or picked her up and he is there, he is up on the furniture, climbing on something. he’s just a very rough, physical kid. and i absolutely can see him biting other kids. he’s a bully in the making that one, and it’s not his fault. but still, i have to think of my daughter.

so all day, yesterday, all day i was playing with her and changing her pants and her clothes and i looked and didn’t see anything.
then hubbin comes home last night and takes her up stiars to change her. she comes back down alone with no pants on, and i’m thinking, okay she’s escaped without pants. but hubbin calls down - “look at her leg”. and fuck if there was a perfect little shit sized bite mark on her leg. i wanted to scream.

we took pictures and again she said dallas bit her.

this morning, i drop her off at school and i talk to the assistant director. i tell her about the mark and that i was glad she took the time to talk to me, etc. then i bring boo into her class and i tell her teacher, who was really amazed. i think she’s more embarassed that she missed it, and that boo didn’t say anything. i told both gals that we are working on telling adults when someone hurts us, but that they need to deal with dallas and the bite. and towards the end of my coversation with the AD, she says, you know i went in there yesterday and i did see dallas go after another kid, and it made me think, okay - maybe he did bite her. YA THINK?!

i have been looking at moving her to a different childcare center, a different company. and now i’m positive that i should move in that direction. i mean, i get it, kids are going to get into scraps at school, and she’s going to get bit and pink eye and whatever. but if there is a problem kid in the class, and the school is limited in their dealings with him as far as discipline goes, i have to have my daughter’s best interest at heart.

and the sad thing is, is that she had some good friends in her class that have moved into the next classroom. they were a little older than her, but those were the kids she hung out with and all of them were terrific. she’s five months from moving up to their class, but i really don’t think i should put up with bullshit for that long. and i’m pretty sure she’ll need to be potty-trained too. but dont get me started with that.

anyway, i have to trust my instincts. i knew deep down she wasn’t making it up, but there was no mark, and she said she didn’t tell her teacher. so i mean, what do you do? i’m glad i believed her, i’m glad i called the school, and i’m sorry that she has a bruise on her leg, but i’m glad it’s there and she was telling the truth. she’s a good kid, our boo, a really good kid. and it bums me out when bad things happen to good kids.

nicked from the lovely SIL

Here is how it works: Copy this list, leave in the bands you’ve seen perform live, delete the ones you haven’t, and add new ones that you have seen until you reach 25. An asterisk means the previous person had it on their list. Two asterisks means the last two people who did this before you had that band on their list.

i didn’t leave in any bands from the SIL….sad - we are opposites when it comes to music.

1. Def Leppard
2. David Bowie
3. U2
4. Prince
5. Limited Warrenty
6. The Honeydogs
7. The Gear Daddies
8. The Black Crowes
9. Bob Mould
10. Tori Amos
11. Duran Duran
12. BR 549
13. Pink Floyd
14. Sinead O’Connor
15. Hootie and the Blowfish
16. Joey Molland & Badfinger
17. Jimmy Page & The Black Crowes - i count this seperate, since they only played Zeplin tunes.
18. Madonna
19. Babel Gilberto
20. Dogstar - Keanu’s band -ugh i hate to even admit it!
21. Ron Sexsmith - on the 29th
22. Raul Malo - on October 2.

that’s all i can think of, i’m sure i’ve been to more loser shows at first ave, but i’m not counting all the bullshit gigs i’ve been too. i’ve blocked a lot of those out.

i just read on another mom blog (an aquaintance, of sorts) that she too had issues with bleeding. unprovoked bleeding. you remember my incident at ridgedale?

it amazes me that even if you think you are the only one going through what you are going through, that no one can possibly relate - it’s not true. someone else is looking down, seeing a pool of blood on themselves and thinking, oh shit, i’m losing my baby. because no one in their right mind would see that amount of blood and think, “i’m sure it’s fine!”

and it’s tragic and horrible and sad.

one of the strange lessons that presented itself to me while going through inferility treatment was that no matter how shitty i felt, there was another woman in the lobby feeling the same way, probably worse. and not that you want that. i’d never want anyone to know what that’s like, it was beyond awful. but i wasn’t the only one shedding tears in the bathroom, that’s for sure.
and this last time, there was a women there with her son, they were doing IUI. it was the only method they could afford. she was beside herself, she didn’t think it would work. i wanted to hug her.

so, after some time on “house arrest/bed rest”, i got the okay to start working out again. it’s been two weeks and i feel totally flabby and out of shape - which is usually the norm. i had a great, solid four weeks of working out and could tell a difference. then the brakes got put on.

but now the doctors have signed off and i’m back at it. my cutie pie trainer, now known as CPT - think a minnesotan cameron diaz - and i jumped back in today, slowly. i have to keep a close eye on my heart-rate and it has to be low impact and no crunches. gah! no crunches? i’ll never be rid of the pooch, never, never, NEVER!

it felt great though, i didn’t think that i would miss it as much as i have.

AND

i heard bunny’s heartbeat today. i had my first OB appointment and i love, love, love the CNP that i saw. i’ll have the same Dr. as i had last time, but i really like the CNP, and she’s been doing it for a long time, and she’s so laid back. i remember when i was preggers with boo, that when i found out i was preggers, that was it. i was pregnant and i knew it and i knew it would be okay. this time, i had no idea i was preggers, i feel totally different. as you know, it took me a while to come around. but after today, i really feel like it’s real and it’s going to happen. and they had me book all these appointments and an ultrasound, and it’s just like “yep, you’re pregnant. bam bam bam!”

i was also noticing some other differences this time around. last time, my boobs were killing me, this time, totally fine. last time, i had such a sensitivity to smell, this time - nothing of the kind. last time i could eat just about everything - this time - no way, everything i eat goes through me.

bet you think it’s going to be a boy now, huh?

me too.

again, despite my better judgement….

for some reason i got a bug in my brain that saturday we should go to the Minnesota Ren Fest. not to call anyone and plan to get together, just get up and go. and we did and it was fantastic.

boo loved it. one of the first things we did was get our face-painted. boo picked her own design, between strawberries or a butterfly. she picked strawberries. and she sat so still and had the funniest look on her face during the face-painting, but when it was done, she loved it.

then, i bought her a purple fairy skirt and wings - which literally made her squeal with delight. she just wanted to run around and be a fairy - which was good because most girls her age are enamored of being princesses. lots of ren fest folks commented on the tiny purple fairy, “must have washed her in too much hot water!”, etc. it was great. our little strawberry pixie.

we went to the petting zoo and she loved it. there was a sheep hearding/sheep dog demonstration going on and we were at the back of the pen. so when the sheep dog rounded up all the sheep, they charged right at us. boo thought it was the best thing ever, then the dog herded them out again and she said “oh, going away, bye bye.” hubbin took her on an elephant ride and to see horses. the two of them spent a half an hour at the herpetological society looking at turtles while i did some shopping.

all in all a really good day. i’m so glad we went.