BIOBaby: Cranky

I need a mood enhancement.

I want June to arrive and then end.

I need to find a 2006 Sante Fe in my price range.

I need the people who just bought the house next door to get that fucking wood dumped from their backyard into mine. Sure, someone else did it (either the realtor or whoever comes to clean a house after its foreclosed on), but still… get yo shit! I also need for the people installing their hardwood floors to keep it down! It’s fucking with my nap!

I do not want to take this five week birthing course. But Donny does.

Everyone is annoying me. I had to stop checking Myspace to stop myself from losing friends and subscribers by responding to every comment stating that cable knit and hoods on sweaters were feminine with, “You’re an idiot.” Like I had to move the laptop across the bed and sit on hands to keep from doing it.

I want people to stop asking me stupid questions.

The next person to stick a plate, bowl, or cup in my face and instruct me to consume something because “it’s good for the baby” is getting slapped. I know what’s good for the baby! Good food = good for baby. Good beverages = good for baby. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and people annoying Mommy = bad for the baby.

On Sunday my mother-in-law and Donny drove Richard to the airport and stopped at B&N on the way back. She bought Donny like five or six books on fatherhood. One was titled something like, “So You’re Going To Be a Father…” and I got annoyed. He’s already a father! Am I evil?  Those books really annoy me. I am evil, huh?

I’ll try to be less cranky tomorrow. I promise.

Mulch and Flowers

Today I plan on getting my hands dirty. I plan on sitting on the lawn and digging through dirt and worms to plant flowers and lay red wood chips. I plan on getting a stake and some twine and correcting the spinal issues that seem to be affecting my beloved Japanese Plum tree.

Today we’re going to hang Jack’s name on his wall and hang the Disney lithographs in his room. Tomorrow my Dad and Donny will install the chair rail.

(Finally! As I type this Jack is kicking. I haven’t felt him move since yesterday late afternoon. Of course we busted out the doppler twice to ease my fears, and though I love hearing his heartbeat I’ve gotten used to his moving, kicking, and wiggling. Ah, Mama feels better now.)

At some point I may post some wedding footage and watch some Lost in order to trade in discs at Blockbuster for free movies for Kali.  Ooh, and BSG tonight.

This weekend? Well, we got a lot of work done around the house this week so we can afford to chill out this weekend. We’re going to shop for some checkered tablecloths for the shower and other picnic-like decorations. Dollar store here I come! If I can find one. We just assumed there was a dollar store near here, but couldn’t find one.

Finally, we’re just in a happy happy mood around here. Five days till my Mommy gets here, six days till Richard arrives, and eight days till we’ll celebrate our baby with a bunch of family and friends… and food.

Oh, The Irony

I don’t know much about The Kentucky Derby. I mean, I know the basics… horse race, women wearing ridiculous expensive hats, and mint juleps.

Anyway, watching some news program the other day they were saying that Hillary Clinton endorsed the only female horse in the race, Eight Belles. I believe she was riden by the only female jockey in the race as well. Anyway, Clinton apparently drew comparisons between herself and the horse… lone female in a male race, strong, resilient, etc.

Check this out:

Boy, did Eight Belles hang with the boys. All that heart and her gallant fight, however, ended in the worst of all possible ways: a breakdown, an ambulance on the track. And, with no other choice, she was euthanized by injection.

The day began with hope and pomp. Bolstered by the sentimental support from 157,770 fans and endorsed by presidential contender Hillary Clinton and cheered by daughter Chelsea, the filly finished second in the Kentucky Derby on Saturday.
As I read that part I thought, “Damn, not a really good comparison afterall.” But, I could not help laughing out loud at this…

She crossed the wire 4 3/4 lengths behind favorite Big Brown. Then, with the second-largest crowd in Derby history still whooping it up, Eight Belles collapsed with two broken front ankles.

Ok, am I the only one that sees it? Second place finish with the favorite Big Brown. Hillary’s currently in second place to Barack Obama… who’s brown… get it?

“There was no way to save her. She couldn’t stand,” trainer Larry Jones said. “She ran an incredible race. She ran the race of her life.”

Ah, nevermind. I thought it was funny. Not the dying horse part.. but, you know…