“Go in peace my daughter. And remember that, in a world of ordinary mortals, you are a Wonder Woman.” Queen Hippolyte

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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Nursery Birth Control.

Husband and I have been having baby cravings. I know we've only been married for a month and a half, but those adorable little people are everywhere and it's making us want one too. Waiting for a year was looking near impossibly hard to do. Until today. At church they asked us to watch the kiddos in Nursery. That would be ages 18 months to 3 years, we thought, no problemo. Problemo. Lady doesn't know a thing about little kiddos. And crying baby was too much for this lady. Hubby on the other hand was all pro with the kiddos. He was down on his rump doing puzzles with them and keeping them all entertained. I was in the corner rocking back and forth biting my nails. Not really. But I just stayed on snack duty. And cleaned up smooshed cheerio snacks which were loving the carpet. I need some lessons on motherhood, or I need to start babysitting friend's kids (if I can get someone to entrust me with their little gems) Hehe. I'm pretty much one of those over-hollywoodized ladies who hold the baby far far away from them looking like they were about to jump from a plane, while cute baby pukes with awesome projection dousing scared women in vomit. That is me exactly. Not saying I got puked on, just trying to portray the terrible awkwardness I have around children, that when watched on a movie makes the viewers squirm in their seats with awkward discomfort.

Ta daa.

Birth Control- 1
Babies- 0

However, I am gaining weight faster than being on weight gain via 6000 + calories a day.

Outcome: One crabby, squishy lady gaining weight on salad and just getting pissed off about it. But if I go off the pill, I would get planetaryly fat. So I deal with the new squish and cry to husband.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Bronze Drake.

I've been saving my gold for a while to purchase the training to ride the epic flying mounts. I finally bought it yesterday! Check out my new bronze drake mount! (this is not my actual character, just a picture of the bronze drake) Isn't it gorgeous? I just want to scratch under his chin and cuddle with him. Instead my character Hatch gets to fly him all over the world. Not fair.Lately we have taken to flying storm peaks in search of the Time Lost Drake. Husband is determined to own it's reins. Problem is, it's nearly impossible to find. Nor is it even spawned very frequently. Hence the name; Time Lost. You waste a lot of time looking for it's ugly hide. 

As for election results, H.D. Bailey did not win. It was a huge disappointment to us all. Hopefully he can find something else to do now. Actually, I hope we all do. 

The last 2 days have been amazingly lazy though. Ghent and I have finally been able to just hang out and spend time together. But I think we are starting to get bored now. There are only so many video games, books and board games we can play. Not to mention there is NOTHING to do in this part of Texas. The shopping mall is depressingly pathetic. It makes me not even want to blow money. Sad for me, happy for husband. So I have taken up internet shopping. My new sea foam shoes came in the mail today along with a pair of cream lace tights. Wicked cute! The secret to my success in securing a stylish pair of shoes is asking hubby for an expensive pair. When he says "Erm, no way." Then I go in for the kill and ask for the pair I originally wanted. Which happen to be significantly cheaper. He can't refuse a great price. Voila! A happy compromise.


Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Election Day.

Today is the day we have all been waiting for. *drum roll* H.D. Bailey is (hopefully) elected as chief justice and bulldozes Josh Morris to the ground. No harsh feelings Morris (sending negative vibes your way), it's nothing personal. Or is it? Buah hahaha. 


So we will find out tonight on the 10 o'clock news.


Fingers crossed, toes crossed, praying like mad and sweating like piggies. Tonight may be a good night to wear deodorant. If I have any...


Perhaps I'll break out the razor and shave my legs for the occasion.

As for other piggies in life, my scale is broken. Not that I super care because I am not one who weighs myself obsessively *depending on whose opinion counts* but it's just a minor inconvenience. I don't know if it's really broken, it's just that I thought I had gained about X amount of pounds but zee scale says I've lost X amount on pounds. So basically all that weight I put on, thank you birth control for that weight gain, is now gone. Poof. I have no idea how it happened, but at least I am back down to my normal healthy weight. That also means that my fabulous birth control boobies have deflated. -Rather unfortunate.



Update on the shoe situation: Though I have yet to find a pair of flats I am crazy about, the husband let me buy a pair I was slightly fond of along with some crazy cute tights. I consult him when I want to buy something as I have this mad shopping problemo. Lady likes retail therapy. It's a good system we have going on. 

Here is what I am most scared to admit to anyone:
Flashbacks. I've been having them again, I've been disassociating, I'm getting scared again. And I need them to stop, but I don't know how to make them go away. 


Bring on the retail therapy.

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