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I've never noticed before, but are all prescriptions written this way? Do they think Hugo is his code name?



Back in the day when I had time to look at blogs, this was one of my favorites -- http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/
This one too -- http://www.apostropheabuse.com/

Piling it on

In addition to buying a house and dealing with Joe's cancer, we've got a guy working in our basement bathroom right now, investigating a wet patch on the wall. He'll have to open up the plaster wall to get to the 1940's plumbing, find out where the leak is and replace the old toilet and the sink pipes at the same time, and possibly remove the garbage disposal in the kitchen sink.

Last night the mortgage lady came over to talk to us. She kept saying to me "you look worried". I didn't tell her I was just straining to keep my eyelids up as she gave detailed explanations of APRs, coupons, points, derivatives and the Greek stock market. Very knowledgeable person, and I'm glad to have her working for us, but there's only so much new information I can absorb late at night.

So during my second trimester energy burst (now fully depleted) I finally got around to covering the dining room chairs. They were lovely when we got them last summer but were not intended for everyday use, let alone everyday use by a toddler. So the fabric was stained and worn out and some of the stuffing escaping.







I got some heavy duty vinyl (half price at the Memorial Day sale!) and went to work with the staple gun. The vinyl is highly water/juice/greasy noodle resistant and most of all wipe-able.



A few more pictures from Mexico

Buy local

"Quality Northwest Brand Since 1944"







Distributed from Illinois? Product of India?? I love a good Indian pickle as much as the next person, but in what possible way is that Northwest?

Goodnight moo

A couple weeks ago Hugo and I were at the park late one afternoon. He loves to go on the swings, and it's hilarious to watch him because his whole body laughs. Legs kick, head goes back, whole body convulses with shrieks of delight - especially when I do an underdog. But then sometimes he gets bored with my routine and starts paying attention to whoever else is swinging and whatever fun things their parent is doing. Suddenly I become chopped liver. After the other kid stops swinging, Hugo suddenly wants to get down, but only to go over to the other swing because it must be way more fun than his swing.

Anyway... the other day he was looking thoughtful (bored) in the swing and suddenly started pointing at something in the sky. For the first time in his life he had noticed the moon. It was visible in the late afternoon sky and Hugo was completely transfixed. I said 'moon' and he tried to imitate the word - came out as 'moo'. Then I thought, well he understands Spanish so maybe I should teach him la luna. He tried that with a bit more difficulty, and eventually began saying moona. So I decided to just stick with English for now.

Not only is the moon exciting, but any round thing in the air, like balloons. The word balloon sounds kind of like moon, so they're also 'moo'. Books that have pictures of the moon (full or crescent) or balloons are suddenly very exciting again. Moo! Moo! A couple days ago there was an amazing full moon and we thought it would blow Hugo's mind to see such a huge yellow moon. It was low in the sky, though, and blended in too much with the superbright LED streetlights, so Hugo just looked confused as Joe and I stood there saying moon! moon! But the last few mornings the moon has been visible around 7am when he's having his morning bottle, so super exciting once again.

That was a long and not very exciting story about the moon. I'm a bit brain dead lately. And distracted. Going through old itunes purchases lately and currently listening to Gorillaz - Dare. I've never been able to listen to music while writing, or studying, or reading. Work best in complete silence. never did no harm, never did no harm

Maybe it's the Mario Kart. Video games are killing my brain cells. I don't typically play or get very excited about video games, but Mario Kart is another story. About 10 years ago my roommate had the game and we would play for, well I won't say for how long of a stretch, but it was a serious waste of time. She eventually moved away and the game went with her. Little did I know that it would show up under the Christmas tree this year, only to tempt me again and worm its way into my very being. Thumbs twitching, carpal tunnel raging, minutes turn into hours. Thing is, I'm a mom now and very busy, at least until the kids go to bed. So instead of cleaning the house or going to bed, I'm getting in another race. It's so addicting! Koopa Troopa has been very good to me. After winning several races you start unlocking more races and more characters and more bikes and karts! I play through the carpal tunnel pain just to see what I'll unlock next. So I got to the end of one of the games (50cc for those who know) and expected to unlock something spectacular, like a Mario movie or a more courses, and all I got was the credits. Such a letdown. Also a bit eye-opening for me that my little "hobby" has turned into an obsession. Always have to look for the next high, always hoping to get more of a rush out of it but it just leaves me drained and feeling like I've wasted a lot of time. I need to stop. But only after I complete the 100cc and 150 cc games. I'm so close!!