Well poo, we're not buying a new house. Too many issues, but maybe this spring we'll try again.

We wouldn't be able to afford this house if it was in good shape and on the open market so it's awfuly good that it's not and it wasn't.

Details to follow.

I can't tell you how many times I've woken up just a little and dreamed that I got up to feed her. Then her noises become louder, I wake up all the way and realize that I still have a hungry baby and I still have to get up.

I love the explicitness of diaper packaging.  The copy promises that the pocketed waistband "helps keep in runny mess".  No showing you active babies in white clothes or cartoon bear babies frolicking in the woods. These diapers are good for one thing and they want you to know just what that one thing is.

New documentary: The Assassination of Dr. Tiller.

 Better to keep your mouth shut and have everyone think you're batshit than open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Well well well. I am finally updating. The big news is that I'm the proud mum of a baby girl and she's causing most other things in my life to recede a bit for the time being. I'm sorry I haven't kept up with journaling, but these things happen.

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...That no matter how coherent you think you are on painkillers that it's only after you stop the painkillers that you realize, "Oh wait, I was not coherent at all, I WAS FLYING!"

This message brought to you by the letter O, for Oxycodone.

Some of my fellow employees are trying to start an union. We've had a special meeting in which my department was told A Union Would Not Be A Good Idea, plus a letter saying A Union Would Not Be A Good Idea has been sent out to all staff.

What they're not getting is that employees are not talking union just to piss management off. At the risk of ( Read more... )

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