Babies on the Brain

Talk of children has become less scary lately. But tonight, I had to wonder: are we really ready for children? My mother-in-law thinks we are, but you be the judge:

Exhibit "A":
My husband says the darnedest things when he is half a sleep. Check out this dialogue:

Me (while squishing his cheeks, in a soft and loving voice, I said): "What am I going to do if we have a little boy one day that looks like you?"

Hubby (half asleep, he opens his eyes and with a determined voice he says): "Tell it, 'No!'"

Exhibit "B":
After playing a violent and graphic video game for over an hour where heads were exploding and guts were a flyin' at the hand of a virtual machine gun, and after watching countless horror movies and Dr. shows without the slightest twitch, my husband was finally disgusted by "Lost." It's true: when they showed Jin's baby all covered with afterbirth he couldn't handle it. The afterbirth--did it, I finally saw my husband squirm and cover his eyes the way I do through all the horror movies and Dr. shows.

On the other end of the couch, I couldn't help tearing up at the sweetness of the moment. Damn you biological clock, where do I hit snooze?

My Very First Meme

I'm still not sure what a meme is (my guess is that it's like a myspace bulletin survey, but less boring and more insightful than what color panties I am wearing). I can't say I have much of a presence here yet so I haven't been fortunate enough to have been specifically called out to play along, but luckily, Two Right Hands has tagged me to play (OK, so she really tagged anyone who wanted to play...but that counts, right?).

Here's the setup:
1) Look up page 123 in the nearest book to you.
2) Find the fifth sentence and write it down. Then write down the three sentences that follow.
3) Tag other bloggers to do the same.

Unfortunately, I am blogging in the wrong room for this meme. But, hesitating all temptation to cheat and wander into the room where the books live, I shall settle for the small pile of books within my reach.

So, without further ado, my very first meme:

1) Technically, the nearest book to me is White Noise by Don DeLillo.

2) "He sat slouched in the camouflage jacket with Velcro closures, steeped happily in disaster. He talked about the snow, the traffic, the trudging people. He speculated on how far we were from the abandoned camp, what sort of primitive accommodations might be available there. I'd never heard him go on about something with such spirited enjoyment."

3) And finally, in the spirit of sharing: Tag! You're it.

P.S. If it wasn't exciting enough to complete my first meme, I also learned how to tag links in html today! OK, maybe I'm a bit too proud of myself, but it's a start.

"And" Is So A Letter AKA Gotta Love Natalie

Some might find Natalie, the Bikini Barista from Big Brother 9 a bit annoying or, dare I say it, desperate, at times, but I find her absolutely adorable (which means I also happen to think Matt is a [insert expletive here]). . . but it turns out she is a bit . . . slow.

If you missed Natalie's shining moment from last Sunday's episode, be sure to check it out here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHI00QGA7uo
(fast forward to 4:31 if you want to get right to the good stuff)

Gotta love reality TV...where do they find these people?

Help Make My Birthday (I Mean St. Patty's Day) a National Holiday!

Check it out . . .

http://www.proposition317.com/

Despite the fact that I am Jewish, and not of Irish descent, I say: who needs a reason to support the creation of another national holiday? . . . even if a beer company is responsible for the campaign.

I've Been Robbed By Daylight Savings

It sneaks up on you, and before you know it, a whole hour disappears! While my DVR, cell phone and computer somehow magically all automatically adjust to the time shift caused by daylight savings, I am not so fortunate, and it can take me over a month to recover from the loss.

Personally I think daylight savings was created to torture those of us that aren't morning people and often don't get enough sleep. I hear fictional stories that this concept was invented to "conserve energy" or "save oil" or it has something to do with farmers' preferences or "reducing car crashes" and "safety" for trick-or-treaters. Not that I'm egocentric or anything, but I see through the lies, and I'm pretty sure that daylight savings was created just to f%#$ with my sleep schedule.

Now fall backwards . . . that's something I can understand (and enjoy)! Here's to November 2nd, when normality will return . . .

Photo pictured above is not my own brilliance, but was found on http://www.flickr.com/ and is entitled "Squared Circles - Clocks" by Leo Reynolds, which I am required to tell you - if you want to borrow this picture like I did, see http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/deed.en for the rules for sharing.

For the Literate

Recently I ventured to Los Olivos, and I am pretty sure I stayed in the room that inspired "The Yellow Wallpaper."

Traveling at Any Expense

Yesterday I had not 1, not 2, but 3 shots . . . on purpose.

I get that it's not a rational fear, but I really can't stand needles. My mom never had to worry about me trying heroin or getting a tattoo, but she did have to drag me kicking and screaming every time she had to take me to the doctor's office.

I'm now in my late 20s, and haven't changed much in that respect--except now it's my husband dragging me kicking and screaming.

However, our upcoming travels to South America have come with a consequence, and apparently having yellow fever, hep. A or typhoid is worse than getting the shot (at least according to my mother), so even though the shots were not required (just recommended), I decided to grow up and get all 3.

My husband had to hold my hand through the ordeal, and it was a painful experience (not at all like the small pinch my mother promised), but when my husband asked the nurse if I did better than a 5 year old, the nurse assured him I had. Looks like I'm starting to grow up a bit.

Anyway, if anyone knows any countries that require a yellow fever shot, mine's good for 10 years, and I'd love to make the most of it!