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i don’t believe in global warming. i don’t believe in indian summer. the last two days here have been like july, in florida, and it’s been miserable. there is no need, NO NEED to have air conditioning on in october, but when it’s 85 and humid - what choice do you have?

today, on the other hand, well today is proper. it’s cloudy, cool, and blustery. everytime the wind picks up a trail of yellow and green leaves tumble after the breeze and zoom past my window. the A/C is off and the windows are open just a crack.

i put boo’s laundry away and finally, FINALLY packed her summer stuff away. then i did some of my own laundry and now have to find a place for shorts and tanks. the problem now is finding maternity stuff for fall. last time i was pregnant i needed summer clothes. this time, well, i’m showing sooner and a lot of my pants don’t fit anymore. so i’m off to jcpenny.com to do some shopping. after all, i leave for ireland in two weeks.

and on that note, if you have any questions about what you need to do to prepare to take cremated human remains out of the country, on an airplane, let me know. i can totally hook you up.

i can’t think of a better way to spend about five hours on a sunday than on JCSG’s couch watching the Rock of Love marathon and bitching about lacey and heather. i haven’t laughed so much since….wel…..damn….it’s been a long time.

yesterday was hubbin and my’s ten year anniversary. i was about to say that we didn’t do anything special, but that’s not true. he met me at the doctor’s office for my routine monthy check up and we got to hear baby bunny’s heartbeat. according to the doctor, even with the hemorrhage and the bleeding, the miscarriage rate at this point is “virtually zero”. that was nice to hear. hearing bunny’s heartbeat is quickly becoming my favorite song.

hubbin then went to pick up boo at school, while i did a quick edit/read-through of the story i turned in to Vodo’s class last night. then we all had pan-asian cuisine and he took her to swimming lessons while i went to class. i’m really proud of the story that i turned in. it’s not great, but i’m pretty sure it’s actually a short story - which is something i haven’t been able to really write yet. i’m sure it will get properly slaughtered at workshop next week, but whatever. i have fun writing it, and that’s what counts.

then, in a fantastic turn of events, Vodo and some other chick and i hiked over to grumpy’s and had a drink - if you count 7-Up a drink. i’ve never wanted a beer more in my life. and while the conversation started off really well, i think it took a weird turn at the end. but i have no idea who that chick was. i mean, she’s in our class, but i’m not sure what her name is - i want to say clare? or helen? but i’m not sure. and honestly, i was so thrilled to be out with the Vodo, it didn’t matter.

and not that i want to harp on the fact that i went out with other people on my anniversary, but it was really fun. i wish it had just been me and the Vodo though. and here is why, his mom went through a long illness too and passed away earlier this year and i don’t know anyone else my age who has lost a parent. i’ve been yearning to talk to someone else who has been through closely the same thing that i have, in order to feel reconnected to the world and not so isolated from it.

hopefully, my time will come, because i learned last night that the Vodo is just really a nice guy - smart and funny - and who doesn’t like that?

after some babysitting confusion and lots of self motivation, hubbin and i went to the fine line last night to catch raul malo and the magnificent three. doors opened at seven, music started a little after eight. and since i’m a crabby pregnant woman, i dropped hubbin off before i parked to stand in line to see if we could get a table or chairs or something. when i joined him in line, i noticed that we were the youngest people there by at least ten years. now, raul malo is a great vocalist, and i don’t think i’m unhip for digging his sound, i mean it’s not lawrence welk for chrissakes!

we filed in with the rest of the geriatric crowd and ended with a table in the back. there was this taste of an old life sitting there, ordering spinach dip and sharing a glass of red wine. we used to do that kind of stuff all the time, fine line, first ave, lee’s, the 400 bar. and it’s not that i miss it, i’d never trade that stuff again for what i have now, no way. but it made me feel like more of a person, not just a mom. and i think that’s valid and important, really important.

hubbin and i aslo figured it had been about three years since we had danced together. that’s too long. so we danced, and that was good.

but now the spell is gone, and i’m back schleping milk and dealing with a bratty little girl who has refused to sleep all week. but here is my mantra:

black crowes next week, black crowes next week, black crowes next week…..

so i’ve been in love with even johanssen’s, aka Magnet, music for years. and i literally squealed with delight when i saw that he is on tour and is coming to minneapolis. hopefully, i can stay healthy and off of bed-rest and actually go.

we haven’t had a lot of luck with concerts lately. we missed ron sexsmith and tonight we are supposed to go raul malo, and all i want to do is sleep. and the black crowes coming up in another week, i hate to put something else on the schedule. however, we did go to duran duran when i was pregnant with boo, and that was great. so who knows?

in case you were under the sun all summer and not inside watching VH1 you might have missed the eighties o’rama of fantastic idols you loved, but left. specifically scott baio and bret michaels of poison.

it was sad that scott baio is 45 and single was only a mere eight episodes, half hour episodes i might add! and if you missed mr. baio in the bread, my sweet, go and rent it right now. seriously, it’s a wonderful movie and you’ll feel better for watching it. thankfully, the finale ended with a bomb and VH1 is bringing it back for a second season. like a great trashy romance novel you don’t want to put down, of course it ended with the GF telling scott she’s pregnant. duh duh DA!

and rock of love? - well, i just can’t say enough about this skankfest. the finale was a bit of a let down for me because i was so excited about seeing lacey finally kicked to the curb - 6 weeks too late i might add, so jes beating out heather, eh, no biggie. it’s sad when the delicate veil of reality TV can be penetrated. clearly lacey was only there so long because the producers wanted it that way. but, don’t be surprised if you see this gem of a gal with her own show ala “i love new york” i can’t imagine there would be enough self-hating men out there for auditions. and heather’s little rant at the end, the only thing bigger than the chip on her shoulder was her hair, but god bless her. who doesn’t love a stripper that talks and acts like….well….a stripper.

top chef is winding down and project runway is still six weeks out; and with ‘lost’ a good four months away, i don’t know what is going to fill the void left by these two totally awesome men. the reunion show, sure, but after that….well, christopher meloni - you have big shoes to fill.

i celebrated my mom’s birthday by going to the cemetery and booking our flights to ireland. i figured that was the best way to honor her. unlce arizona and aunt iowa are thrilled and counting the days. now i have to hustle and get organized. i have nothing to wear and am getting the bump much earlier this time, so shopping for this trip is going to be a challange. of course when something good happens…..

this weekend was hard. i had another bleeding episode at target. not as bad as the first, but still not fun. i hate knowing when things are going to go wrong. i felt this one, i just knew. i turned to hubbin and grabbed my purse (now stocked with “emergency items”) and said, i have to go to the bathroom, right now. is everything ok? and i look at him seriously and say, no.

thankfully he took the hint and by the time i got out of the bathroom, he and boo were almost through the checkout. we have to go home now, i said. yep.

i know they said this was going to happen again, they said to expect it, but after almost a month of feeling great it’s hard to be sidelined again. thankfully, i go to the doctor on thursday as part of the regular check-ups. i called the nurseline when i got home (again feeling pangs of guilt over the whole Crazy SIL bullshit) and they were ok with “further observation until your appointment thursday”. if it gets worse, go to the ER they said. right.

we were both feeling so lousy saturday night that we skipped the ron sexsmith show we already had tickets to. plus boo had a bad night not sleeping and being a pill.

sunday, maybe against my better judgement, we went to the Vikings/Packers game. while it was cool to see brett farve beat dan marino’s TD record, the game sucked. got to meet up with slootie and her BF - he was really nice. and my stoner cousin was there too. i felt lousy. it took forever to get home because i could barely walk. talk about over doing it.

so today, my uterus is better, but i have a headache and boo’s nose is running all over the place. i wish so much that my mom were here to help. to reassure me, to take care of boo, to give me a break. my back hurts because i feel like the weight of the world is killing me.

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