Dillierama

The good, the bad and the ugly of Facebook

I FINALLY joined up on Facebook last night prompted by very good friend/Danish sister Marianne looking me up after a way too long separation.  Anyhow, we had a wonderful little chat online and I decided Facebook is the best thing EVAH!

I spent, oh, ALL NIGHT, on Facebook checking things out and found a group for my high school graduating class and I was able to find some old friends and catch up a little on what's been going on in their lives the last decade or so.

During the course of my Facebook wanderings I discovered two disturbing things: 

Thing the first:  There exists on Facebook a picture of me at a high school dance. A BAD picture of me at a high school dance.  I found said picture within two hours of joining facebook and I am pretty sure there are probably even worse pictures of me out there, quite possibly in various stages of drunkeness. 

Thing the second:  I lost my virginity to a gay man (yes, a DIFFERENT gay man than the one I married and divorced).  This discovery has ensured I will not be looking up any other ex's on Facebook lest I discover the depths of faghaggery to which I sunk during my teens and early 20's.

...and scratching my butt

Alex and I were playing a Simon Says type game and I asked him to act like Daddy.  He proceeds to walk around scratching his butt with one hand and stuck his finger from the other hand into his mouth and rubbed his teeth.  I asked him what he was doing and he says "Scratching my butt and taking care of my teeth!"

Then I ask him to act like Mommy.  He does this weird hula type movement and then scratches his butt.  I ask him what he's doing, he says "Exercising and scratching my butt"

I ask him to act like Baby Brother, he sits on the bed and says "WAHHHH!" And hits the pillows with his hands, then gets up and scratches his butt.

When asked to act like various family members, Fancy the dog, Santa Claus and his two best friends, he would do something that they've probably done in his presence, then scratch his butt.  I find it hard to believe all of these people do enough butt scratching to make it a memorable personality trait.

Invested

While I was taking a shower this morning, John and Alex were watching Super Why!  It wasn't yet over when I was done and John went to take his shower.  When he was done and about to leave for work, he says to me "Hey, did you happen to catch what the super story answer was?"
"The what?"
"The super story answer"
"From Super Why?"
"Yea."
"Well, I didn't watch it, what episode was it?"
"The one where the boy cried wolf"
"Oh, ok, well the super story answer is 'trust'"
"You know that?"
"Yea, I've seen them all"
"Ok, thanks"
"Wait a minute, why do you want to know?"
"Oh, I just got sort of invested in the story"
"Ah, Honey, that's cute"

So, the question is, what's funnier, the fact that John's invested in an episode of Super Why! or that I can tell him off the top of my head what the super story answer was without having just watched the show?

Blogblocked

I haven't really been in the mood to blog lately, I've got a bit of writer's block, which I can usually unclog with more writing, but alas, I haven't felt like it.  I have done a few little tweets though.  Apparently that's all I've got in me.

The biggest problem is there just isn't anything interesting to write about. Right now, the only thing of interest is that the baby seems to be a bit constipated, and really, who wants to hear about that?  I'm also not doing so hot on PHM, for no good reason other than I'm just so damned hungry all the time.  It's because I'm still nursing, I was this way with Alex too.  I get lightheaded and grumpy if I'm not eating all the freaking time, so what I'm trying to do is just make sure that what I am eating is healthier than a bag of french fries and ice cream sandwiches.  While I'm doing a great job of not gaining, I'm not loosing... so there's nothing really to report.

In other news, life is going well, the kids are great.  Really, both of them are healthy and happy and completely blow my mind with their combined awesomeness.  Max is sitting, babbling, eating and driving his big brother crazy.  Alex is taking it all in stride, and I'm proud of him for not releasing any of his frustration back at his baby brother, sadly though, he does tend to take it out on the dog.  Speaking of Fancy, she has made it her mission to get me out and walk every morning, even (or sometimes, especially) when I don't want to.  She's driving me crazy right now because since John's gone, I can't take her out (too cold for the kids) and she's gone from bouncing around and barking at me to sulking in the corner glaring at me whenever I walk by.

So, until something interesting happens, or I find some inspiration, it's likely to be a bit quiet over here.

Various

Max is no longer content to simply bite my nipples with his seven (SEVEN!) freakishly razor sharp teeth while nursing, he is also now pinching my arm hard throughout the entire nursing session.  So while on one hand, yea, nursing is going great as far as my milk supply is still sufficient and he still prefers breast to bottle, but on the other hand...OUCH!  I still plan to stick it out another six months though.  To be perfectly honest, I don't think I could wean him now if I wanted to.  Kid sprouts horns and spits fire when presented a bottle.

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Alex is POTTY TRAINED!!!  Ok, sure, he's not FULLY potty trained, in that I don't let him wipe his own butt yet, but still YAY! YAY! YAY!

You know what this means?  No more diaper bag!  I went out and bought myself a reasonably sized mom-purse which holds mine and the baby's necessities.  I do keep a large ziplock with an extra pair of undies and pants in the car in case of accidents, but he hasn't had an accident in weeks. I am SO PROUD OF HIM!

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Often I stick empty cardboard boxes on the lid of the garbage can in the garage so I don't have to trek outside to the recycle bin a million times.  I just let it accumulate and take out a bigger load.  Sometimes they mysteriously disappear and I've assumed John was taking it out for me.  Today I found out he's just tossing it into the garbage can thinking it's trash.  He actually thought I was being lazy and not throwing them away myself, like I'd go to the trouble of breaking down the boxes and taking them out to the garage, but figure it was just too much work to lift the lid on the can. 

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I'm anxious for John to go back to work Monday after having been home on holiday vacation for the last two weeks.  I've spent most of the time breaking up fights between him and Alex and trying to get them to share.

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John takes me to Mimi's Cafe once a month or so for breakfast/brunch and I always get the crab and avocado omelet. If you haven't had this, GET IT NOW!  Really, I don't know why they even bother having anything else on the menu, it's so good, why would anyone get anything else?  This morning I had it along with a honey bran muffin, and I swear that meal was practically orgasmic!  I was almost reenacting that scene from When Harry Met Sally during the entire meal.

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When I wasn't moaning in ecstasy from my breakfast, I was beaming with motherly pride as both my children behaved BEAUTIFULLY.  Right next to us was a large group that included a couple of young children, one of them, a boy about Alex's age kept doing this whiny/shrieky/screaming thing that was so loud it actually hurt my ears.  The mother, of course, was mortified and kept hissing at her children to keep quiet.  At one point I caught her eye and gave her a sympathetic look, because, I've been there sister.  I then leaned over to John and whispered "You know what is totally awesome?  That sound isn't coming from either of our children!"

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GO UTES!