Ok, so seriously? There is a rash of awful news going around. Cancer, dead cats, disease, layoffs, deployment to war zones, non-improving medical conditions, the list goes on. Careful out there, catastrophic life events seem to be catching. I'm doubling up on my vitamin C just in case. You might consider doing the same.
Every day I have at least one awkward conversation revolving around lactation. I think people at my office are just not busy enough. And the weird part, it's all men who talk to me about it. I'm perfectly content to just wash out my pumping supplies in silence. But no. Every day, some creepy guy or another is peering over my shoulder to see what it is I'm doing at the sink, then feels the need to comment. "I remember those from when my wife was breastfeeding!" Good for you. Now fuck off.
Or the really weird guy, "Do you always wash those out in the kitchen?" Umm, since my office lacks a sink, yes. Yes I do. Are they just making conversation? Because this? This is not the makings of idle conversation. It's awkward, and on the verge of harassment. Go ahead, ask me about my breast health some more!
Everyone I talk to asks me what we're doing with Warren for Easter. When I answer, "Um, nothing," everyone's a little taken aback. My rationale for not doing shit on the holidays for Warren: He's a baby. He does not care, and I don't really follow the christian faith as it is. So, like every year, I will be waiting until Monday, then buying all the half-priced Easter candy I can get my hands on. People were equally horrified when I mentioned that we didn't buy Warren any Christmas presents either. DUDE! He was like, 5 days old. His gift? He gets to live.
I'm really not motivated to do anything festive for a baby who has no concept of what is going on. Maybe when the kid's like, three and has some idea of what a holiday is, maybe I'll suddenly give a shit about doing all the cutesy stuff. I think my kid is pretty dang cute, but I have no desire to make/buy special outfits, or have his picture taken with a big, creepy Easter bunny at the mall, or put an easter basket together for him. And no, I don't think that makes me a negligent mom. But from the looks of shock and dismay I receive, clearly, I'm wrong.
Parents are weird.
Showing posts with label tragedy. Show all posts
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
Friday, May 11, 2007
More Random Lamentilngs of a Knocked Up Broad.
Upon advice of one of my favorite internet mamas, I’ve been taking Fish Oil supplements. Supposedly good for all number of things, including making Mocha Cub sleep better once born. And I’m going to do anything in my power to try to have a kid who sleeps CONSTANTLY.
So, I picked up some Fish Oil Liquid capsules, because can you imagine how disgusting swallowing a mouthful of pure fish oil would be? I mean, I have enough trouble eating oatmeal these days, I don’t need any more challenges.
These capsules are pretty great in that they taste like nothing, there’s no awkward taste/burps later, so hurray! Until they were left in the car on a warm day for a couple of hours. The gelcaps are all still intact and not one mass of gross or anything. But I noticed this terrible odor coming from them. I was having a really hard time placing the smell, until I realized…. they smelled like…. FISH. And I was surprised by that. Because I am moderately handicapped. Or so it turns out.
I know a lot of pregnant ladies report being absentminded. But I’m not that far along. How is it possible I’ve become this ditzy? I actually drove past my normal freeway exit on the way to work yesterday. Just completely past it. I didn’t even notice it until 2 miles down the road. This could be a very problematic thing for me if this trend continues, or *gasp* worsens. Pray for me, people. Pray for me.
I’ve also become a big, whiny, weepy ball of sobbing. A freakin’ Campbell’s soup commercial came on the radio, touting their “feeding the hungry” campaign. I was immediately overcome with tears. I mentioned offhand that American Idol, a show I’ve never even seen, raised something like 90 million dollars for various charities and sobbed like somebody just shot old yeller.
Poor Xtian has no idea what to do with me, especially since I’m still a total dude, and get really embarrassed when people notice me crying. Every time I get all teary eyed, I yell at Xtian to LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M FINE! IT’S YOUR FAULT ANYWAY!
As Xtian would like to survive the next several months, he’s instituted rules: I’m not allowed to watch, read or listen to anything that mentions babies getting hurt, pregnant ladies having difficulties, anyone in a disaster riddled situation, and anything about natural disasters. But then Scrubs gets me all weepy anyway! There’s no winning. Just none.
In the meantime, someone linked to this the other day, and it was so beautiful and soul crushing at the same time, I had to pass it along. After crying about it for two hours at my desk. Read on, and send some positive vibes to this woman and her sick babies.
So, I picked up some Fish Oil Liquid capsules, because can you imagine how disgusting swallowing a mouthful of pure fish oil would be? I mean, I have enough trouble eating oatmeal these days, I don’t need any more challenges.
These capsules are pretty great in that they taste like nothing, there’s no awkward taste/burps later, so hurray! Until they were left in the car on a warm day for a couple of hours. The gelcaps are all still intact and not one mass of gross or anything. But I noticed this terrible odor coming from them. I was having a really hard time placing the smell, until I realized…. they smelled like…. FISH. And I was surprised by that. Because I am moderately handicapped. Or so it turns out.
I know a lot of pregnant ladies report being absentminded. But I’m not that far along. How is it possible I’ve become this ditzy? I actually drove past my normal freeway exit on the way to work yesterday. Just completely past it. I didn’t even notice it until 2 miles down the road. This could be a very problematic thing for me if this trend continues, or *gasp* worsens. Pray for me, people. Pray for me.
I’ve also become a big, whiny, weepy ball of sobbing. A freakin’ Campbell’s soup commercial came on the radio, touting their “feeding the hungry” campaign. I was immediately overcome with tears. I mentioned offhand that American Idol, a show I’ve never even seen, raised something like 90 million dollars for various charities and sobbed like somebody just shot old yeller.
Poor Xtian has no idea what to do with me, especially since I’m still a total dude, and get really embarrassed when people notice me crying. Every time I get all teary eyed, I yell at Xtian to LEAVE ME ALONE! I’M FINE! IT’S YOUR FAULT ANYWAY!
As Xtian would like to survive the next several months, he’s instituted rules: I’m not allowed to watch, read or listen to anything that mentions babies getting hurt, pregnant ladies having difficulties, anyone in a disaster riddled situation, and anything about natural disasters. But then Scrubs gets me all weepy anyway! There’s no winning. Just none.
In the meantime, someone linked to this the other day, and it was so beautiful and soul crushing at the same time, I had to pass it along. After crying about it for two hours at my desk. Read on, and send some positive vibes to this woman and her sick babies.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
In which we bounce from topic to topic, sans coherent segues!
All bets are off today. I’m fighting a migraine, so I’m drinking a ton of water. Which leads to the need to pee every 25 minutes or so. Unfortunately, my body chose to do this on a day when we unexpectedly have no water in my office building. Which means, every 25 minutes, I’m walking down the block to use the bathroom at a church.
And not just any church, a creepy amphitheater church. You know the ones; “Raise one hand if you’re feeling the spirit. Raise BOTH hands if you’re REALLY feeling the spirit,” lightshows and a live band, very Leap of Faith. And oh my god, it freaks my shit out.
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And for those wondering, my team lost our softball game last night. How badly? Just guess. No really, just guess.
WRONG! 27-3. Did you know that was even a possible score for a softball game? Because I didn’t. The first inning ended on the 10-run rule (Our team couldn’t get 3 outs, so the inning ended when the other team scored 10 runs. In one inning.) Not an auspicious start at all.
Here’s the thing, I like winning, hell everyone does. But I don’t mind losing if we play well, and the other team is just better than us. What my team does out there could in no way be called “Playing Softball.” It’s more like “10 people standing around watching in dumbstruck awe as other people run around the bases.” It’s just embarrassing.
I think I’m giving it one more game before I call it “WHO FUCKING CARES?” and just bring a book onto the field with me, so at least I have SOMETHING to occupy my attention.
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Anyone who reads this thing knows I don’t usually talk about current events, and I don’t plan to start now. I will however write how sad I am for all the folks who were lost and who lost their loved ones on Monday in Virginia. It’s heartbreaking and upsetting and I don’t know of any way to really wrap your head around things like this. There’s no reason, there’s no one at fault. Just a mentally ill person who destroyed an entire campus and 33 families.
What I’m always most saddened by in situations like these is thinking of the perpetrator’s family. His parents had hopes and dreams for him, and did as much for him as they could. They moved their family to the U.S. hoping to do something that would make their children’s lives better, they sent him to school, and he even got to go to college; something most people in this country never get to do. People knew he was weird; teachers were concerned and sent him for counseling. He was on medication for depression, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from hurting others.
But like what happened after September 11, the media has completely lost their shit. I know, I know, they are covering the stories people are interested. But at what point does it stop being reporting the news, and become capitalizing on human misery for every dime they can squeeze? I think at this point, we have all the information we’re going to get. Continuing to rehash is only serving to keep the wounds open and prevent healing for the people directly affected. I don’t know anyone who isn’t upset, we all know as much as we want/need to know. Now let’s do whatever we can to help the victim’s families heal.
I’m not advocating forgetting this. Not in the least. But are we really going to be helped by seeing and hearing cell phone recordings of the events? No. That’s not news, that’s feeding morbid curiosity at the expense of others’ dignity.
And not just any church, a creepy amphitheater church. You know the ones; “Raise one hand if you’re feeling the spirit. Raise BOTH hands if you’re REALLY feeling the spirit,” lightshows and a live band, very Leap of Faith. And oh my god, it freaks my shit out.
~~~
And for those wondering, my team lost our softball game last night. How badly? Just guess. No really, just guess.
WRONG! 27-3. Did you know that was even a possible score for a softball game? Because I didn’t. The first inning ended on the 10-run rule (Our team couldn’t get 3 outs, so the inning ended when the other team scored 10 runs. In one inning.) Not an auspicious start at all.
Here’s the thing, I like winning, hell everyone does. But I don’t mind losing if we play well, and the other team is just better than us. What my team does out there could in no way be called “Playing Softball.” It’s more like “10 people standing around watching in dumbstruck awe as other people run around the bases.” It’s just embarrassing.
I think I’m giving it one more game before I call it “WHO FUCKING CARES?” and just bring a book onto the field with me, so at least I have SOMETHING to occupy my attention.
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Anyone who reads this thing knows I don’t usually talk about current events, and I don’t plan to start now. I will however write how sad I am for all the folks who were lost and who lost their loved ones on Monday in Virginia. It’s heartbreaking and upsetting and I don’t know of any way to really wrap your head around things like this. There’s no reason, there’s no one at fault. Just a mentally ill person who destroyed an entire campus and 33 families.
What I’m always most saddened by in situations like these is thinking of the perpetrator’s family. His parents had hopes and dreams for him, and did as much for him as they could. They moved their family to the U.S. hoping to do something that would make their children’s lives better, they sent him to school, and he even got to go to college; something most people in this country never get to do. People knew he was weird; teachers were concerned and sent him for counseling. He was on medication for depression, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from hurting others.
But like what happened after September 11, the media has completely lost their shit. I know, I know, they are covering the stories people are interested. But at what point does it stop being reporting the news, and become capitalizing on human misery for every dime they can squeeze? I think at this point, we have all the information we’re going to get. Continuing to rehash is only serving to keep the wounds open and prevent healing for the people directly affected. I don’t know anyone who isn’t upset, we all know as much as we want/need to know. Now let’s do whatever we can to help the victim’s families heal.
I’m not advocating forgetting this. Not in the least. But are we really going to be helped by seeing and hearing cell phone recordings of the events? No. That’s not news, that’s feeding morbid curiosity at the expense of others’ dignity.
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