Falling

I fell down some stairs today. Totally don't know how it happened. I wasn't in my costume at the time either, so I'm blaming it on the pregnancy. The worst, and most embarrassing part about it was that I was walking out a client and we were going down the main stairway which is fancy, and open to everyone in the lobby.

Luckily, I grabbed the hand-rail while screaming. The guy did grab me to stop my fall. Of course, I jumped up, made a joke, and kept walking. Thank GOD the hand rail didn't plummet down with me when I grabbed it. How embarrassing would that be?

OMG! I hurt so much. Somehow I must have kicked my right shin, because I now have a big welt there, plus, I think I have rug burn on my thumb. I also drew blood on my left elbow. Found that later. And, my big toe on my left foot hurts too.

I am now a little worried about all the ice that's going to show up this winter. If I'm already falling for no reason, can you imagine if I have to walk over ice with a big ole nasty belly? Maybe I need to get a big bubble for me to ride in while I'm out.

PS. You can see my costume on the other site. If you don't know the other site, then email me so I can give it to you.

Superhuman Terrorists

A co-worker sent me this link to a site that has tips on how to fend off Superhuman Terrorist attacks. It's very informative, and I for one will be using all these tips the next time I'm attacked. Please read every word of this gentlemen's blog. It could save your life one day!

An illustrated guide on dealing with superhuman terrorists.

If you didn't already know, this week was Islamo-fascism Awareness Week. Now I'm not entirely 100% positive on what an Islamo-fascist is, per say, but I would assume it's some sort of superhuman hybrid of a terrorist and a Nazi, which is admittedly pretty frigging scary. In the face of this new threat, I'm doing my part by providing you with these handy-dandy tips for how to deal with superhuman terrorism, which were emailed to me this morning in one of those terrific email forwards on which I base all of my thoughts and opinions (Thanks, Michelle!). I hope they can be as helpful to you as they've been to me.

The Expatriate Act

Gay Hollywood: Out of Sight?

I never did buy this movie so I could freeze frame it when Jake jumps off that cliff naked. Maybe I should do that this weekend...


from EW.com
By Adam B. Vary

Almost two years after ''Brokeback Mountain'' raked in $178 million worldwide, no major studio has greenlit a single gay film. What is keeping movies in the closet -- and what should Hollywood be learning from TV?

BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal's cowboy romance commanded the cultural conversation for months. Will it change nothing?

In the weeks before the 78th annual Academy Awards, Brokeback Mountain producer Diana Ossana already suspected what few outside Hollywood could imagine: Her film was going to lose the Best Picture race. ''Several people told me they knew a lot of Academy voters who just refused to see the film,'' says Ossana, who also co-wrote the screenplay with Larry McMurtry. This tragic love story between two men had dominated the critics' awards and banked $178 million worldwide. It even captivated sellout crowds in states like Oklahoma and Ohio — just not, apparently, in Academy screening rooms. ''What are they afraid of?'' McMurtry asked Ossana. ''It's just a movie.''


But Brokeback was more than a movie. It was a phenomenon that commanded the cultural conversation for months, from Jay Leno to YouTube to the cover of The New Yorker. More important, it proved that straight audiences would snap up tickets to a same-sex romance. Since then, a few gay-themed films have been released (e.g., Notes on a Scandal). But seemingly no studio — nor any studio art-house division — has greenlit a film with a gay lead character. ''I don't think any studio responded by saying, 'Quick, dust off whatever gay dramas we have!''' says one former studio head. As surprising as it seemed that Brokeback could lose the Oscar to Crash, the real shock is just now setting in: Brokeback may have changed nothing.


When audiences complain that Hollywood is out of touch with the rest of the country, it's invariably because a movie is deemed too liberal. When it comes to gay characters, however, it's out of touch for the exact opposite reason. In the past decade, America's attitudes toward homosexuality have shifted, particularly among young people.


A recent national poll of college freshman found that 61 percent approved of gay marriage, up 10 percent from a decade ago. Kids in high school grew up watching Will & Grace and can't recall a time when Ellen wasn't gay. These days, you might catch the gay romance on As the World Turns or get sucked into a bitchy same-sex speed date on MTV's Next. You could be captivated by Dr. Liz Cruz on Nip/Tuck or arrested by Det. Shakima Greggs on The Wire. And, of course, you can watch anything on the gay network, Logo, or the de facto gay network, Bravo. This is not to say that TV is perfect. A recent study by the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation calculated that the number of gay regular characters on scripted network prime-time television had actually declined, to just 1.1 percent. That study didn't look at cable or reality TV, nor the total audience watching those shows. Regardless of whether the number of gay characters is up or down this year, the letters LGBT have become a part of television's alphabet soup, and audiences consume it, in their living rooms, by the millions.


While television has been fostering greater acceptance for gay people, movies remain stuck in the 20th century. Almost two years after Brokeback, the best Hollywood can do with gay content is the ''I'm not gay!'' punchlines of Wild Hogs or the homoerotic homophobia of 300. Even the ''gayest'' studio movie of the year, I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry, climaxed with stars Adam Sandler and Kevin James horrified by the idea of a same-sex kiss. Here's the weird thing: Walt Disney, the company behind Wild Hogs, is the corporate sibling of ABC, which, with Ugly Betty, Brothers & Sisters, and Desperate Housewives, is the most queer-inclusive broadcast network around. So what gives? How can TV shows be so progressive while movies seem so...old?

Announcement!

I was going to complain about my maternity pants, but now I have something REAL to talk about!

Are you ready?

I got promoted! A real promotion! Completely blindsided by it too. Which really makes me happy because I didn't have to stress out about not getting it. I am now Internet Marketing Manager in charge of User Experience. Which to me translates into website development and consistency retention. Effective immediately I am managing 5 people! How exciting! 2 of those people, we haven't even hired yet. Super sweet.

There goes my worries of not getting promoted or taken seriously because I'm knocked up. I don't think I shared this, but about a month ago, I asked for a raise and got it. I went in with a list of everything I was hired to do, everything I am now doing and comp salaries in the industry around this area, and said, here is what I want and here is why. I was happy then, but now I'm totally ecstatic. I know the pressure will be on, but go ahead and BRING IT baby! I can take it!

Anyone want to meet me for Happy Hour tonight?!

I'm sure I'll talk about my pants later.

Spelling

Is there a word that you CONSTANTLY spell wrong?  Even though it's a common easy word?  Apparently I have one of those.  It's DEFINITELY.  (And yes, I spelled it wrong the first time when I wrote it just now.)  For some reason, my mind will not properly spell this word.  I think even if my life depended on it, it'd come out wrong the first time!  I have no idea why.  It's like my brain just hates this word or something.

 

Maybe I should start using any of these synonyms:  absolutely, categorically, cert, clearly, decidedly, doubtless, doubtlessly, easily, explicitly, expressly, finally, in spades, indubitably, obviously, plainly, positively, specifically, surely, undeniably, unequivocally, unmistakably, unquestionably, without doubt, without fail, without question

 

You're probably dieing to find out how I spell that evil D word aren't you?  I seem to spell it the same wrong way every time.  I spell it D-E-F-I-N-A-T-E-L-Y.  So it's just one letter, but it's really bugging me. Why does my spell check always identify this word as the one that is incorrect in everything I write?  Does anyone know any tricks to get myself back into spelling shape?

My Waist

Last night I had a dream I was shopping for maternity pants.  I dreamt I was trying on 114 inch waists (I don't have a 114" waist.  FYI), and they were too tight!  Even though I hadn't gained any weight yet.  So I couldn't figure out why they wouldn't fit!  And I broke down and cried at the fitting room attendant.

 

In the dream, my stomach was flatter than it is in real life too.  Damn dreams.

Me and All My Acne

Today, I headed off to ye ole Target (spoken with a French accent) to checkout what they had on sale in the M-m-maternity section.  (I can't believe it's only Tuesday.  I'm totally exhausted and can't focus.  And I even took a two hour nap yesterday, plus went to bed at 10:oo.  I thought the second trimester was supposed to let you have your energy back?  It sure isn't giving me back all that time spent peeing...)  Where was I?  Oh yes... focus.

 

They have several different styles of maternity pants, and I really didn't realize there were choices.  Do I need a 3 inch stretchy band (probably all spandex), or one that is longer and more like cotton with a little spandex?  Are those things supposed to stretch over your whole belly or what?  Do I buy the size that I wear now, or are there special prego sizes like the juniors, and misses departments? I could sure use some girl help on this one.  So all you crazies that have just been dying for me to ask for some of your "professional" advice.  Please feel free to spill the beans.  (Of course, some of my dear crazies have already started "blessing" me with their advice.  But they can't help it.  They are crazy baby-makers, and I accept them for this disease. They can't help it.)

 

Then I wandered in to the baby aisles, and I realized I know nothing about strollers either.  (Yes, it has occurred to me, in all my "not so crazy to squeeze an alien out of my body" years, that I don't know anything about all of this baby crap.  But just as wedding planning went.  I will figure it out as I go.  And you people think my wedding turned out beautifully didn't you?  Didn't you?  Well, my SIL thinks I'm a wedding planning QUEEN.  So that's good enough for me.  :o) After all, she doesn't need to know the truth.  Even though I did come up with some cool ideas for her reception decorations.  Maybe I should become a wedding planner/coordinator...)  Again... focus.

 

How do strollers work?  With the ones that come with the car seat pull out thingy, do I need to buy the car seat "adapter" separately?  or does that come with?  The boxes don't really tell you much.  And what if I want an extra car seat thing for DJ's car?  How do I get that?  I didn't just see those laying around the aisles?  I did see something cool.  They have those portable (yeah right, like they are really portable) baby play pen things with a second level that acts like a bassinet.  That's genius!

 

I just realized that the title of this blog has nothing to do with what I posted.  Well, sort of.  Remember paragraph two?  I walked by a mirror, and realized the acne I thought was getting better is NOT!  It's terrible.  I look like a crazy pizza neck.  It won't go away.  And why is it just on my neck?  It really sucks.  So there you have it.  I've finally gotten my point sharpened.

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Crappy Car Days Continued

Well, my shitty car did it to me again. But this time, at least it was only two blocks away from my house, and at noon instead of middle of the night. I had just gotten gas, and when I tried to turn my car back on, it didn't want to start. Same frickin' thing as last time. Basically, my Security light comes on, and thinks I'm a thief so it won't let me start it.

So I had to get out, and ask the creep sex molester gas attendant to help me push my car out of the gas stall into a parking space until I could get it towed. Another thing that really sucked was that it was Sunday and nothing was open. So pretty much had to sit at home and do nothing. OK. I did some cleaning and some laundry.

So then this morning I called the dealership and they gave me some tips on how to get it started so I could drive it to them to get fixed. $460 later, I think it's fixed. If it's not then I'm leaving it where it dies and buying a new car. Piece of crap!

Brad Paisley is HOT

Thursday night DJ and I headed off to the big city of Grand Forks to see Brad Paisley in concert. The concert was pretty good. Rodney Atkins opened for Brad, along with Tyler some-bitch. OK, she's not a bitch that I know of, but her music annoys me. But anyway, Rodney is like 7 feet tall, so it was pretty funny when cute little pocket sized Brad came out after him. The concert was good, and so was the show we got to see during it.

So during the openers, these college guys were all standing in front of us. When Brad came out, a second set of people showed up. So then there were about twice as many people as there were seats down there. The second set, was pretty drunk. One guy, turned around and was talking to DJ and me, when some other dude just pushed him down into the row of seats below him. So then his friends helped him up and the crappy dude just turned around and punched him straight on in the face. For no reason that DJ and I could tell. So we were like, "WTF?!" The crappy dude was starting to come back for another cheap shot, but the other guys in the row, shoved him out, and luckily he never came back. Then later, one of the other guys was so waisted I thought he was going to puke. I was so happy I was in the row above him instead of below him. His friends finally got him to sit down for a while, but they wouldn't let him pass out. My guess is because it's really hard to move a passed out dude. But if they would have they would have had much less problems. Waisted dude tried to stand up a couple times and started to try to fight with the same dude that got punched earlier. I don't know what it was with punched dude, but it seems like all his guy friends want to kick his ass when they are drunk. One of the sober guys had to stand between the two so poor punched dude wouldn't have to watch his back the whole concert. In the end, someone called security, and they escorted out waisted dude, and then all was fine. Poor punched dude. All he wanted to do was have fun. He seemed like a fun drunk, so it's too bad he kept getting his ass kicked. ha!

News?

So...Has anyone heard any good news lately?  Hardy har har. I AM so funny.  :o)

 

Well, as most of my Blog Readers already know, I am pregnant.  (Note my weight loss ticker has changed to a baby ticker.)  Sadly, I didn't make my 30 pound goal.  But I was totally happy when I discovered the reason for my 4 week plateau.  I wasn't failing at weight loss, I was pregnant!

 

My friend blac17 told me to spill the details.  My response to her was, there really aren't any details.  Then she sent me this list of questions.  BTW, this is probably the last time you'll hear me blog about these details.

The details I will need are-  

How far along are you?  11 weeks 

What is your due date? April 19 

How did the families react? My dad is probably the most excited.  My mom, I think she’s coming around.  DJ's parents… Well, they don’t really "excite", so I think they are, but who knows. 

How did YOU react? Freaked out.  I wasn't expecting it to happen so soon.  Apparently we are fertile people.

How did DJ react? He hugged me and we cried (happy), then he told me he suspected because of some new habits I  had picked up in the past week or two. 

How do you feel about all this? I guess you planned it...since you had to get off your BC... Yes, it was planned.  We have been working on going off the BC for a while, but we postponed a couple times.  So in April we decided we were really doing it.  By July, I was pregnant.

 Are you getting morning sickness!!!??? I did for a few weeks, but nothing too bad I don’t think.  It was more like how I feel when I’m really hungry, but more constant. 

Do you want to know what the sex of the baby is?  No, we can’t tell that until Week 20.  But we’re definitely going to find out.  How can I, a planner, not know the sex of the baby?  Pe-shaw!

So there you have it.  The answers to all your prying questions.