Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Little Flaps of Skin
Amazing how humans put such incredible importance on what amounts to just a few, fragile, little flaps of skin.
Virginity. At least Female virginity. Male Virginity is entirely different. But female? A tiny flap of skin - often ruptured inadvertently through exercise, horseback riding, etc. A tiny flap of skin that somehow represents a woman's "chastity" or "purity". I guess we can forget the fact that she might could have been giving blowjobs to the entire NFL lineup and all the sportscasters - as long as that tiny flap of skin is "intact", she's pure as the driven snow - men will blow themselves up for Allah to get to her...
The worth of a woman has for centuries hinged on this tiny flap of skin. Never mind if she is as stupid as a box of rocks, if she has a face like a peach-stone. It matters not - if she is a "virgin", her worth is secured. Of course, there are oodles of men out there who are more than eager to reduce that value - but when one succeeds, it is not the MALE who is blamed for the reduction in her value (as one would expect, since if one damages the goods of some shop-owner, one is expected to make-good on the reduced value) - no - it is the FEMALE who is automatically at fault.
And then there is the foreskin. A tiny flap of skin on the end of a man's most priceless treasure, that which he worships with all his heart, and all his mind, and all his soul. That which a vast majority of the population has created their "god" in the image of. A god, no less, who has decided that removing this tiny flap of skin will prove the devotion of the man who does so to the deity he has created. Not everyone agrees. There are even groups now who are trying to forbid the removal of this tiny flap of skin - calling it "mutilation".
Now, there are those who claim that removal of this little flap is done for cosmetic reasons only. There are those who claim it is religiously based (see above). There are also those who claim it is for reasons of health and hygiene. There are debates on the issue.
I've seen both kinds - cut and uncut. Honestly, I have no preference. They're all just silly little willies to me, and hardly worth the extreme adoration given said members by their owners. So much for cosmetics.
The religious thing is between the family and their deity, IMNSHO. If they really do believe that offering up a little flapoid of skin off the end of their kid's johnson is going to bring him closer to god... well... weird god, is all I can say.
Virginity. At least Female virginity. Male Virginity is entirely different. But female? A tiny flap of skin - often ruptured inadvertently through exercise, horseback riding, etc. A tiny flap of skin that somehow represents a woman's "chastity" or "purity". I guess we can forget the fact that she might could have been giving blowjobs to the entire NFL lineup and all the sportscasters - as long as that tiny flap of skin is "intact", she's pure as the driven snow - men will blow themselves up for Allah to get to her...
The worth of a woman has for centuries hinged on this tiny flap of skin. Never mind if she is as stupid as a box of rocks, if she has a face like a peach-stone. It matters not - if she is a "virgin", her worth is secured. Of course, there are oodles of men out there who are more than eager to reduce that value - but when one succeeds, it is not the MALE who is blamed for the reduction in her value (as one would expect, since if one damages the goods of some shop-owner, one is expected to make-good on the reduced value) - no - it is the FEMALE who is automatically at fault.
And then there is the foreskin. A tiny flap of skin on the end of a man's most priceless treasure, that which he worships with all his heart, and all his mind, and all his soul. That which a vast majority of the population has created their "god" in the image of. A god, no less, who has decided that removing this tiny flap of skin will prove the devotion of the man who does so to the deity he has created. Not everyone agrees. There are even groups now who are trying to forbid the removal of this tiny flap of skin - calling it "mutilation".
Now, there are those who claim that removal of this little flap is done for cosmetic reasons only. There are those who claim it is religiously based (see above). There are also those who claim it is for reasons of health and hygiene. There are debates on the issue.
I've seen both kinds - cut and uncut. Honestly, I have no preference. They're all just silly little willies to me, and hardly worth the extreme adoration given said members by their owners. So much for cosmetics.
The religious thing is between the family and their deity, IMNSHO. If they really do believe that offering up a little flapoid of skin off the end of their kid's johnson is going to bring him closer to god... well... weird god, is all I can say.
Friday, March 01, 2013
Sorry Guys
I hate having to do this, (even for you, Bill... *grin) but I've got that annoying 'word verification" thing set to "on" now because 1) I don't need Cialis, 2) I hate spammers and 3) I've got an attitude today. Deal with it.
Fuck you, Spammers.
I hate spending 15-45 min. a week deleting the fucking spam that keeps getting commented to my ancient post about "Can't catch me 'cuz the rabbit done died". (I love that song - of course, it is OLD Aerosmith.. *evil grin*)
The sn*w has finally arrived. It hasn't arrived in quantity here as yet - although I hear Piston's area has gotten seriously hammered.
I got some piccys of Amelia via the Facebook thingy, here is one, because I like it.
Fuck you, Spammers.
I hate spending 15-45 min. a week deleting the fucking spam that keeps getting commented to my ancient post about "Can't catch me 'cuz the rabbit done died". (I love that song - of course, it is OLD Aerosmith.. *evil grin*)
The sn*w has finally arrived. It hasn't arrived in quantity here as yet - although I hear Piston's area has gotten seriously hammered.
I got some piccys of Amelia via the Facebook thingy, here is one, because I like it.
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| Naturally Beautiful - and with a wicked grin! |
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Libertarian?
Best joke I've heard all week: (It is, however, still only Tuesday)
"A Libertarian is just a Republican who wants to smoke dope and get laid."
"A Libertarian is just a Republican who wants to smoke dope and get laid."
Sunday, November 11, 2012
President Obama - what a nice "ring" that has
Ok, it has been almost a week now, and the elections results are, for all intents and purposes, in.
Thank the Goddess, President Obama was re-elected. He is not the "ONE". He is no savior, he is not SuperPresident. He's just a guy. But he's not Romney/Ryan, and that counts for everything.
The Republican pundits and media and political operatives are falling all over themselves to find the reason for this "surprising" loss. They've resorted to name calling (pimps, whores, maggots, various racial slurs...), they've all given one or another "reason" - never blaming themselves or their policies, however.
One writer almost got it right, but then veered off the track and went for finger-pointing again instead of follow-thru. The Republicans need to make their "tent" bigger. They went seriously out of their way to make it smaller... and smaller... and smaller... and now they sit there with stupid headlight-struck-deer looks on their faces and try to figure out what happened.
They had the money. They spent the money. It didn't work. It didn't work because the message they sent with that money was a message of hate, and a message of EXclusion. The Republican party has become the party of Rich, Old, White, MALE Fundamentalist Christian Whackadoodles. They're so far from being "conservative" as to be laughable.
Here's why you lost, Republicans:
The USA is a secular country. It is not a "christian" country - and it will never be a "moslem" country or a "mormon" country as long as anyone still alive here and now has breath in their bodies. The separation of Church and State is sacred to our nation. Yes, it annoys the christians that they can't force their prayers into public schools. It annoys the moslems that they cant use their "sharia" to justify actions that we find repulsive HERE, when they're able to do it THERE.
But that's the point. True, you can't proselytize in schools - but that bends both ways - the moslems and the hindus and the pagans can't either. (Not that pagans do...)
The churches are not allowed to interfere with state-run programs/places. And this is good, because at the same time - the STATE is not allowed to interfere with your Religion.
The USA has had over 2 generations of Women's Sufferage. We're not going back, boys. Our grandmothers fought for their right to vote - Our mothers voted - and many of us fought and are still fighting for the right to be judged as EQUAL human beings, not chattel to some penis-wielding testosterone factory. (See? We can be condescending and objectifying as well, boys.)
And we aren't going to back down on birth control, reproductive rights or the right to make our own decisions for ourselves. Your pathetic attempt to return to the dark ages lost you votes. Lots of votes. All that "legitimate rape" crap hurt your cause. Stop thinking of us as "the helpless little ladies" - a lot of us have more brains in our pinky fingers than many of you do in your entire testosterone-poisoned bodies.
Something needs to be done about immigration reform. Being an asshat to men and women with latino surnames is NOT immigration reform. It is repulsive. There are many, many illegal aliens in this country that are NOT latino. There are also millions of people with latino surnames who are LEGAL CITIZENS of the USA and do not deserve to be treated as criminals because of their names or ability to speak a 2nd language.
If Allen West and Herman Cain are the best examples of black men that you can come up with - then you seriously need to look a little harder.
Mitt Romney was the sanest of the candidates you fielded. Ron Paul has a few good ideas, but once you rub the surface, he's a nut job. Santorum doesn't understand the first sentance after "Here's why you lost", above. Rick Perry has good hair - and nothing of substance underneath it. Herman Cain doesn't even know how to make PIZZA. Newt. What can you say about Newt. Tossed out of his job as Speaker of the House is what you can say. And then there's Michelle.....Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess. I don't even know where to BEGIN to list what is wrong with Michelle Bachmann. There's just too much material...
But Mitt had fatal flaws. His mormon upbringing taught him that Black people were unworthy to hold membership in his church, whether they would choose to buy into the majick underwear or not. That women exist only to serve men. He was born on third base and to this day thinks he hit a triple. In the middle of one of the worst financial declines in the history of the USA, Mitt is building a house with a CAR ELEVATOR. His wife drives "a couple of caddilacs". He had her dancing pony shipped over to the London Olympics, then proceeded to insult the British hosts of said same olympics.
Sending Paul Ryan to fake a photo-op at a soup kitchen... and getting caught.
The people know phoney. People don't want phoney in the white house.
The world has changed, Republicans.
The USA citizens no longer consider women chattel.
The USA citizens are Asian and Black and Brown and Peachy-pink
The USA citizens no longer NEED to hide their sexual preferences in a closet
The USA citizens are tired of waiting to be "trickled" on - and you fat rich old white guys might want to re-read "A Tale of Two Cities", because somewhere, Madame LeFarge is knitting.
Thank the Goddess, President Obama was re-elected. He is not the "ONE". He is no savior, he is not SuperPresident. He's just a guy. But he's not Romney/Ryan, and that counts for everything.
The Republican pundits and media and political operatives are falling all over themselves to find the reason for this "surprising" loss. They've resorted to name calling (pimps, whores, maggots, various racial slurs...), they've all given one or another "reason" - never blaming themselves or their policies, however.
One writer almost got it right, but then veered off the track and went for finger-pointing again instead of follow-thru. The Republicans need to make their "tent" bigger. They went seriously out of their way to make it smaller... and smaller... and smaller... and now they sit there with stupid headlight-struck-deer looks on their faces and try to figure out what happened.
They had the money. They spent the money. It didn't work. It didn't work because the message they sent with that money was a message of hate, and a message of EXclusion. The Republican party has become the party of Rich, Old, White, MALE Fundamentalist Christian Whackadoodles. They're so far from being "conservative" as to be laughable.
Here's why you lost, Republicans:
The USA is a secular country. It is not a "christian" country - and it will never be a "moslem" country or a "mormon" country as long as anyone still alive here and now has breath in their bodies. The separation of Church and State is sacred to our nation. Yes, it annoys the christians that they can't force their prayers into public schools. It annoys the moslems that they cant use their "sharia" to justify actions that we find repulsive HERE, when they're able to do it THERE.
But that's the point. True, you can't proselytize in schools - but that bends both ways - the moslems and the hindus and the pagans can't either. (Not that pagans do...)
The churches are not allowed to interfere with state-run programs/places. And this is good, because at the same time - the STATE is not allowed to interfere with your Religion.
The USA has had over 2 generations of Women's Sufferage. We're not going back, boys. Our grandmothers fought for their right to vote - Our mothers voted - and many of us fought and are still fighting for the right to be judged as EQUAL human beings, not chattel to some penis-wielding testosterone factory. (See? We can be condescending and objectifying as well, boys.)
And we aren't going to back down on birth control, reproductive rights or the right to make our own decisions for ourselves. Your pathetic attempt to return to the dark ages lost you votes. Lots of votes. All that "legitimate rape" crap hurt your cause. Stop thinking of us as "the helpless little ladies" - a lot of us have more brains in our pinky fingers than many of you do in your entire testosterone-poisoned bodies.
Something needs to be done about immigration reform. Being an asshat to men and women with latino surnames is NOT immigration reform. It is repulsive. There are many, many illegal aliens in this country that are NOT latino. There are also millions of people with latino surnames who are LEGAL CITIZENS of the USA and do not deserve to be treated as criminals because of their names or ability to speak a 2nd language.
If Allen West and Herman Cain are the best examples of black men that you can come up with - then you seriously need to look a little harder.
Mitt Romney was the sanest of the candidates you fielded. Ron Paul has a few good ideas, but once you rub the surface, he's a nut job. Santorum doesn't understand the first sentance after "Here's why you lost", above. Rick Perry has good hair - and nothing of substance underneath it. Herman Cain doesn't even know how to make PIZZA. Newt. What can you say about Newt. Tossed out of his job as Speaker of the House is what you can say. And then there's Michelle.....Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess. I don't even know where to BEGIN to list what is wrong with Michelle Bachmann. There's just too much material...
But Mitt had fatal flaws. His mormon upbringing taught him that Black people were unworthy to hold membership in his church, whether they would choose to buy into the majick underwear or not. That women exist only to serve men. He was born on third base and to this day thinks he hit a triple. In the middle of one of the worst financial declines in the history of the USA, Mitt is building a house with a CAR ELEVATOR. His wife drives "a couple of caddilacs". He had her dancing pony shipped over to the London Olympics, then proceeded to insult the British hosts of said same olympics.
Sending Paul Ryan to fake a photo-op at a soup kitchen... and getting caught.
The people know phoney. People don't want phoney in the white house.
The world has changed, Republicans.
The USA citizens no longer consider women chattel.
The USA citizens are Asian and Black and Brown and Peachy-pink
The USA citizens no longer NEED to hide their sexual preferences in a closet
The USA citizens are tired of waiting to be "trickled" on - and you fat rich old white guys might want to re-read "A Tale of Two Cities", because somewhere, Madame LeFarge is knitting.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Home again, home again
Yes, I am back home again, after a nice road-trip to Denver. I like taking road trips. I bring along a few friends like ZZ-Top and Aerosmith and the Stones, and we all sing and watch the miles go by. Count the cows. Count how many times you cross over the Platte River. (which is looking VERY SAD due to the drought. More like platte mud flats, to be honest.)
A lot of the time, tho, I keep the CD player off and just listen to the world going by. It relaxes me. I like seeing a lot of wind-farms too.
This year, the destination was Denver, the reason being twofold - even threefold, sorta - first, foremost and best, I got to hang out with Amelia and her mom and dad for a day and got my fill (for the moment) of baby-holding and cuddles.
She certainly IS a little cuddlebunny,
We went out to dinner at a "Chicago Style" hot-dog place. Amanda pronounced it adequate as a substitute for Portillos. They have a sign-in book for Chicago "Ex-Pats", which she signed. If you're in Denver, it's on Colfax, right - and I do mean RIGHT across teh street from Casa Bonita. Yes, "That" Casa Bonita, for those who have seen the Southpark Episode (or have lived in Denver). I had not seen it, but I've been there several times back in the halcyon days of being married before everything got strange and uncomfortable and we broke it off. I have since seen the Southpark Episode. I laughed.
I am told that the food there has deteriorated, and that it's not all that and a box of pop-rocks anymore. This is sad. It was kinda fun, even as an adult, back in the days when I lived in Denver. When dinosaurs roamed the earth.
The second reason was to have lunch with an old friend - the first one I made in Colorado, as the state is not really all that friendly to outsiders. Especially in Colorado Springs, where I first lived after getting married. People who live in the Springs are rather insular. I suspect it has to do with so many tourists and military coming in and messing with their economy and traffic patterns, but it is hell on a newlywed. I would wake up, go out of the house to get the newspaper, look up, see Pike's Peak - and flip that Muthafucka Mountain right off.
Ok, childish, I admit - but it did the fucking mountain no harm, and it was less combative than flipping off the hubby.
The 3rd-ish reason was to go see my tree. Back in the early 80's I planted a tree with my daughter "helping" (as only a 2-1/2 yr old can). I planted a Silver maple - because Denver needs deciduous trees. Aspens don't count, they are stupid. So... here is my tree (and the top of the Little Blue Neon). Almost 30 years old.(The tree, not the Neon. The Neon is 12.) Yay tree. (Yay Neon)
A lot of the time, tho, I keep the CD player off and just listen to the world going by. It relaxes me. I like seeing a lot of wind-farms too.
This year, the destination was Denver, the reason being twofold - even threefold, sorta - first, foremost and best, I got to hang out with Amelia and her mom and dad for a day and got my fill (for the moment) of baby-holding and cuddles.
She certainly IS a little cuddlebunny,
We went out to dinner at a "Chicago Style" hot-dog place. Amanda pronounced it adequate as a substitute for Portillos. They have a sign-in book for Chicago "Ex-Pats", which she signed. If you're in Denver, it's on Colfax, right - and I do mean RIGHT across teh street from Casa Bonita. Yes, "That" Casa Bonita, for those who have seen the Southpark Episode (or have lived in Denver). I had not seen it, but I've been there several times back in the halcyon days of being married before everything got strange and uncomfortable and we broke it off. I have since seen the Southpark Episode. I laughed.
I am told that the food there has deteriorated, and that it's not all that and a box of pop-rocks anymore. This is sad. It was kinda fun, even as an adult, back in the days when I lived in Denver. When dinosaurs roamed the earth.
The second reason was to have lunch with an old friend - the first one I made in Colorado, as the state is not really all that friendly to outsiders. Especially in Colorado Springs, where I first lived after getting married. People who live in the Springs are rather insular. I suspect it has to do with so many tourists and military coming in and messing with their economy and traffic patterns, but it is hell on a newlywed. I would wake up, go out of the house to get the newspaper, look up, see Pike's Peak - and flip that Muthafucka Mountain right off.
Ok, childish, I admit - but it did the fucking mountain no harm, and it was less combative than flipping off the hubby.
The 3rd-ish reason was to go see my tree. Back in the early 80's I planted a tree with my daughter "helping" (as only a 2-1/2 yr old can). I planted a Silver maple - because Denver needs deciduous trees. Aspens don't count, they are stupid. So... here is my tree (and the top of the Little Blue Neon). Almost 30 years old.(The tree, not the Neon. The Neon is 12.) Yay tree. (Yay Neon)
Thursday, September 20, 2012
I'm gonna go see the baby!
Very soon, I'm gonna take to the highway and go drive to where my daughter is living (about 1000 miles away) to go meet little Amelia. Of course, MOST of us get happy and excited to meet a new addition to the family, but this means more to me, I think, than to some other people, for a very specific reason.
Amelia is only my 2nd "blood relative" that I've ever known. As I like to tell my doctors, my mother was never pregnant. I share no genetic material with either of my parents. As much as I loved my mother, and utterly adore my Dad, I've never looked like either of them - and forget about SPTLM, there's NO resemblance there. There was always something missing (to me) in life, when I'd hear how someone was "The spit & image of Great Uncle Whoever".
I didn't look like anybody. Nobody else looked like me. I don't have my mom's nose, or my dad's eyes. In a photo of the family, I could just as easily be photobombing the snapshot.
When my daughter was smaller, she looked rather more like her father's side of the family. Same head-shape as her paternal grandfather. Ears like her Dad. She had my haircolor, but his curls. But I knew - I KNEW there were tiny things I noted, and she would someday look "like me" in some way.
Lately, I see photos of her and I can identify a little more of "me" in her pictures. I won't go into detail, she probably wouldn't appreciate it - but that tiny thrill of having someone who looks like me just tickles me every time I notice it. Don't get me wrong - I could not have picked out better parents if I'd had a mug-shot book and CV on them before joining the family. Yes, there are, have been, and always will be, some significant differences, but I love them dearly. They are my parents.
Not that everyone in the family sees it that way. Some thought of us as "those adopted kids", rather than legitimate members of the family.(Yes, I am glaring at YOU, Cousin Laurie S.)
So, "Cousin" Laurie - I'm gonna be going to visit my beautiful granddaughter very soon. And someday, she'll look SOMEHOW like me - even if it is only the shape of her fingernails or the size of her... um... chest. And that will make me happy.
Meanwhile, I fart in your general direction.
Amelia is only my 2nd "blood relative" that I've ever known. As I like to tell my doctors, my mother was never pregnant. I share no genetic material with either of my parents. As much as I loved my mother, and utterly adore my Dad, I've never looked like either of them - and forget about SPTLM, there's NO resemblance there. There was always something missing (to me) in life, when I'd hear how someone was "The spit & image of Great Uncle Whoever".
I didn't look like anybody. Nobody else looked like me. I don't have my mom's nose, or my dad's eyes. In a photo of the family, I could just as easily be photobombing the snapshot.
When my daughter was smaller, she looked rather more like her father's side of the family. Same head-shape as her paternal grandfather. Ears like her Dad. She had my haircolor, but his curls. But I knew - I KNEW there were tiny things I noted, and she would someday look "like me" in some way.
Lately, I see photos of her and I can identify a little more of "me" in her pictures. I won't go into detail, she probably wouldn't appreciate it - but that tiny thrill of having someone who looks like me just tickles me every time I notice it. Don't get me wrong - I could not have picked out better parents if I'd had a mug-shot book and CV on them before joining the family. Yes, there are, have been, and always will be, some significant differences, but I love them dearly. They are my parents.
Not that everyone in the family sees it that way. Some thought of us as "those adopted kids", rather than legitimate members of the family.(Yes, I am glaring at YOU, Cousin Laurie S.)
So, "Cousin" Laurie - I'm gonna be going to visit my beautiful granddaughter very soon. And someday, she'll look SOMEHOW like me - even if it is only the shape of her fingernails or the size of her... um... chest. And that will make me happy.
Meanwhile, I fart in your general direction.
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Juxtaposition
Monday at around noon-ish, I noticed a FB post that my daughter and her guy were on the way to the hospital to have their baby. I was excited, yet calm, slightly concerned (because childbirth is never guaranteed problem-free), yet also confident that my daughter would do well.
No word, no word, no word... but still, the daughter took 8 1/2 hours to show up, so I was just being impatient, one of my less endearing traits, I fear.
I had some errands to run, so I got home about 7 pm. About 7:30 I discovered that I had no water. I knew I paid the water bill - paid it well before it was due, in fact. I verified this on the internet with my bank-online thingy. Nothing to do now but wait until morning so I could call the water dept. Sent an e-mail to boss that I'd be late.
About 10 pm-ish, I got the call from J, telling me my granddaughter had arrived. Daughter and Granddaughter both doing well. I was so happy, and slightly overwhelmed and "babbly" - no doubt scaring the baby's daddy with what I jerk I was. (And still angry about the water thingy.)
First thing in the AM I called the office (in case he didn't get message), then called the water dept. They sent out a guy faster than asap - I hardly had time to get out of jammies and into real clothes! A leak in the meter room. Not my fault, not the village fault - gotta call association.
By now I'm furious. (I also have a photo of Amelia, which calmed me down) Got the assn on the line and went thru the hoops they make you jump thru to get something done, which aggravates me a lot - but finally got water back about 2pm Tuesday.
Apparently COMCAST XFINITY installers were installing cable to someone else's condo unit and drilled thru the concrete wall and straight into the main water pipe going to my house.
Not bothering to leave a note. Not saying a damn thing. Just shut off my water and ran away.
I hope their nuts rot and fall off.
OTOH, I'm a grandma, I have the most utterly gorgeous granddaughter on the planet, and now that I have water again, I'm happy!
Whatta Week!
No word, no word, no word... but still, the daughter took 8 1/2 hours to show up, so I was just being impatient, one of my less endearing traits, I fear.
I had some errands to run, so I got home about 7 pm. About 7:30 I discovered that I had no water. I knew I paid the water bill - paid it well before it was due, in fact. I verified this on the internet with my bank-online thingy. Nothing to do now but wait until morning so I could call the water dept. Sent an e-mail to boss that I'd be late.
About 10 pm-ish, I got the call from J, telling me my granddaughter had arrived. Daughter and Granddaughter both doing well. I was so happy, and slightly overwhelmed and "babbly" - no doubt scaring the baby's daddy with what I jerk I was. (And still angry about the water thingy.)
First thing in the AM I called the office (in case he didn't get message), then called the water dept. They sent out a guy faster than asap - I hardly had time to get out of jammies and into real clothes! A leak in the meter room. Not my fault, not the village fault - gotta call association.
By now I'm furious. (I also have a photo of Amelia, which calmed me down) Got the assn on the line and went thru the hoops they make you jump thru to get something done, which aggravates me a lot - but finally got water back about 2pm Tuesday.
Apparently COMCAST XFINITY installers were installing cable to someone else's condo unit and drilled thru the concrete wall and straight into the main water pipe going to my house.
Not bothering to leave a note. Not saying a damn thing. Just shut off my water and ran away.
I hope their nuts rot and fall off.
OTOH, I'm a grandma, I have the most utterly gorgeous granddaughter on the planet, and now that I have water again, I'm happy!
Whatta Week!
Tuesday, August 07, 2012
Friday, August 03, 2012
Waiting.... Waiting....
Amelia was "due" on Wednesday. Haven't heard from the daughter since Wed....
I wonder if I'm a gramma yet.
I wonder if I'm a gramma yet.
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