Well, the birthday party was a great success... they ate, they played football, they fell down the stairs (small people), they ate some more, and played Risk into the night... well into the night. It was great to have our house filled up with people.
I am still steadily having contractions... Dr Reed is out all week for Thanksgiving, so I am requesting a prescription for the hell-drug terbutaline without having to come in... we shall see if the other docs permit that.
Perhaps you wonder about my emotional state. I am either fine or in denial. I don't like having contractions. I wish they would stop. But I don't feel terribly worried about them right now. Still, please pray for them to stop.
I am doing a self-imposed (spouse-imposed) modified bedrest now... laying down most of the time and not picking up Toby, etc. Things, unless I am healed, will probably get stricter in the upcoming weeks.
The Yablonskis are coming for Thanksgiving... I will have to lay real still all Wednesday so I can laugh my head off on Thursday.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Weekend update
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jess, you are SO healed!
jennifer, awesome, maybe tfh should come minister at ctk and pass it on. =)
who will cross the Jordan
the stairs at Jessica's really hurt
I didnt know about the party till too late. It was ok, like Jennifer said we were all pretty drunk sunday. It was a great service and the drunks took over.
I think I want to see Happy Feet. I love good animation. My degree is about animation.
Jennifer
Need recipe for pumpkin cheesecake you made on Sunday.
I think you gave it to me last year but Mike wants it on Thursday. He didnt get any at the potluck cause he got paged.
I did it again. I saw Beth R and she didnt see me. I also saw Katwoman and she didnt see me either. in the ctk parking lot.
We gotta get some happenin on this blog... I need more entertainment
Josh
Mine is an Evenflo... I have to read the tag to see Evenflo what
Amen to that sister!
Once upon a time there was a little kitty named Vanderbilt. Vanderbilt played in the Black Forest all night long until....
his life was cruelly snuffed out by a forest-dwelling cat hater.... or WAS it?
Nearby the Black Forest the Waldenmen Family owned a vacuum repair shop. One day when the elder Waldenmen ( Horacious) was outside clubbing a fan blade....
he took a second to ponder, and just ask himself "What the heck is clubbing a fan blade?"
But Horacious was not the brightest clock in the factory so he didnt ponder too long or think about anything heavier than what $^**(y7969 am I going to eat. I am so sick of nuts and pinecones...
so, he asked Jen for the cheesecake recipe... to be listed here on the blog...
Suddenly, he heard a pitiful meowing in the bushes... it made his mouth water
So while flipping his dirty afro from side to side He pondered again." What the heck, old Horace, ( he likes that phrase) Should I eat pumpkin cheesecake and wait on that woman from The Father's House, or eat that meowing boar in the bushes?
Why do I have an Afro, he wondered... I thought I was more Germanic? No matter... first, the kill. Then dessert.
Only he spelled it desert because he was not terribly bright.
it was a cheesecake flavored rodent...
then, he just waited
TODAY IS HARVY'S BIRTHDAY!!!
HAPPY BDAY HARVESTER RAMIREZ!!!
YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY AN OLD LADY
AND WE KNOW THAT YOU PROBABLY WON'T READ THIS TONIGHT (ON YOUR REAL BDAY) CAUSE YUOU'RE SO OLD YOU WENT TO BED BEFORE THE STROKE OF 9
Why do I need a boar when I have this handy-dandy eureka 57890164 vacuum belt here?
What the heck? I can eat the belt and save the boar and let that woman just keep on writing, but old Horace was distracted by the flies coming out of his afro and forgot all about the belt . So he went tromping through the bushes to find the meowing boar....
What the heck, you can just post it. Horace said, but he forgot what for...
Meanwhile, back at the office...
Layla was typing away on a great story about the crumbling new York freeways when...
What the heck, I kan probly figur it out. Give me the pinecone fire version.
a drunken former celebrity stumbled in, wearing a tutu
Layla looked up from her glasses and asked, are you Mel Gibson, or Danny Glover, or maybe just Wayne Newton with a lot of face-lifts?
Ummm. Thanks woman from the blog... I wull eat this with my boar and some bark chips.
As he said this Old Horace wiggled a little dance and all kinds of beetles flew off of his dickie overalls he bought in 1938.
Think, the former celebrity said, drunkenly. I'm wearing a TUTU
Thanks agin blog woman.
Horace tried another dance but tripped on his loafers and hit his head on a large tree.
He was out for three hours.
TUTU... yes, some type of anti-apartheid drunken celebrity. Layla put on all three pairs of glasses and got out her laptop...
"He was sober", Horace said, but he wasn't sure why
Sparky? Is that you? Have you suddenly become a drunken anti-apartheid celebrity and are still wearing that tutu?... Layla was aghast...
No, he said. I am Gary Coleman. Now, sit down and shut up.
Layla was a ghost?
Layla had gas?
Layla was in love with Andre Agassi?
Layla was goosy?
Gary Coleman! Aren't you dead? Layla asked while looking up the files for Andre Agassi and hoping to see another picture..
Suddenly, Vanderbilt came racing out of the Black Forest, teeth bared.
then, he just WAITED
This is all so sudden! meowed Vanderbilt
Frustrated with his many attempts to create a praline sauce, Horace had spent his energy whittling the Kitty Whacker 2000 out of some bear teeth and a blackberry bush....
but it still had one MAJOR defect...
I need to go to bed, too, thought 1/3 of Horace...
so he did.
What the heck, goodnight cheesecake lady and don't let them drunks run you off, stand firm MS. Cheesecake and look out fur wile men lik me.
Horace had long since forgot what was the major defect, so he pulled out once again the Kitty whacker 2000 and started the engine with bark flying in his hair, getting stuck in his moustache, hitting his ears and eyebrows until bark was stuck all over his face and hands so that when he talked he could only say mmmuuiom...muiuuppm....miipphhhm...
this is a reawy scawy story, I probably have bad dreams and wet the bed now-
hahahha!
you people are really
out
there
...
maybe i can beat supern8 tonight to be tsal
I just pee peed in bed and my mommy is reawy mad at me. Tank yu for getting me in twouble
I pee peed a lot, a whole lot
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