tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5744452145699084162011-07-08T07:44:45.384-04:00I've learned that you should never go with a hippie to a second location.Kimnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-27102372556972052272009-06-20T14:25:00.004-04:002009-06-20T14:43:45.514-04:00

Was bored this morning and feeling quite blueAsked myself, now what the heck should I do?You could go pick out new things to buy,Your roots are showing; could sure use some dyeThis house isn't going to clean itselfPlenty of books sitting up on that shelfThen a great idea popped into my headAnd no, I didn't go back to bedI'll change up the blog, that's sure to be funAnd so good-bye Blogger; you

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-57769152177398515872009-06-19T12:32:00.003-04:002009-06-19T13:14:30.607-04:00

Whew, I don't mind tellin' ya - this has been one wild and craaazy week. Let's see if I can remember what all went down in the last seven days:- I bought a scale and after stepping on it and seeing the reading, had to spend several hours talking myself down off the ledge.- Luckily, this was the motivation I'd been so sorely lacking and not only did I jump back on the exercise train, Laura and I

Kimnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-65586436309588094852009-06-16T17:17:00.003-04:002009-06-16T18:01:24.555-04:00

I thought nothing of it throughout the day, but then it sort of hit me on my drive home. While at work today, I talked with Johnann who was at the airport about to fly home from Baltimore to Florida. I chatted online with Grace who lives in my hometown, with Laura in Arizona and Heather in Indiana. I got one text from Elizabeth and another from my friend Chris in Orlando. When I lived here the

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-42392753301666747282009-06-15T17:30:00.003-04:002009-06-15T18:13:52.920-04:00

Unlike other times in the past, I can say with complete honesty it wasn't my fault when I ran out of gas shortly after merging onto the interstate this morning. Religiously I've made it a habit that as soon as my gas light comes on, I set my odometer and know I only have thirty miles to go before things get ugly. In the past when I was young and that one time last year, I've pushed the limits and

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-61280779248969004602009-06-14T11:46:00.002-04:002009-06-14T12:45:19.240-04:00

This weekend has been pretty low-key for me, which seems to be the case lately. The only difference is I've added exercise into my daily life and I've managed to stick to it for five consecutive days so far - go, me! I'm really excited about the new blog and I think it's going to help me tremendously through this, my latest adventures in weight loss. Grace called yesterday with some mildly

Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-24765299145645977562009-06-12T19:11:00.004-04:002009-06-12T19:19:18.161-04:00

Okay, so it appears we're up and running with our new blog, which is vury vury exciting. To me, anyway. If you are currently in the process of an exercise/fitness/diet routine or if you just enjoy reading about women talking about it, please go here and take a look-see: http://nobuttsaboutit.wordpress.com/Laura came up with the design and of course I love it - I knew she'd be way more adept at it

Kimnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-76004128495424531372009-06-12T09:01:00.002-04:002009-06-12T09:25:17.515-04:00

Ahhhhhh, Friday. If there's a better day of the week I'd like to hear it. Work is casual dress and laid back, the promise of a new weekend lies before us like a neverending adventure wonderland...sorry. I think some endorphins have finally started releasing due to the three consecutive days of exercise.Which brings me to my point. I realize when it comes to diet and/or exercise NO ONE is

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-32838476203982081402009-06-11T13:20:00.003-04:002009-06-11T14:07:41.555-04:00

I believe there are evil forces trying to keep Jillian and I apart. We have a stupid problem with the dvd player and that is the remote is no longer with us. Of course I couldn't view the workout portion of the dvd without having a remote to skip through the menu. So that was Tuesday. Yesterday I stopped by the Deathstar to pick up a new cheap dvd player, since we've tried the universal remote

Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-39808149476600049452009-06-09T17:44:00.004-04:002009-06-09T18:12:31.597-04:00

So, I've been hinting and teasing about how I need to start exercising more regularly and blah blah, but besides half-assedly using my stepper a couple of times a week for no longer than 35 minutes at a time, I haven't done shit to change anything. And then something very unpleasant happened this morning. I was getting dressed for work and put on a clean pair of cute cuffed capris I hadn't worn

Kimnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-69148903229733225362009-06-08T14:26:00.003-04:002009-06-08T15:40:42.602-04:00

We had a crazy working weekend, which makes today kind of suck because I feel like we kind of didn't have a weekend at all, but the extra money right now is awesome and helpful, so I'm not really complaining, just stating a fact. Lucky for us, or should I say Brian, it wasn't too stupid outside so I was able to help him do some landscape work. Had it been today, I would've had to politely decline

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-18045227411304916372009-06-05T13:47:00.002-04:002009-06-05T14:52:14.677-04:00

I spoke with nurse Monique-the-freak at the fertility office and we scheduled the next appointment, which is the "Consultation" appointment that happens when the three IUI's are made of total fail. I guess I can see the need for this, but I'm fairly sure our options are pretty much IVF (Anybody got an extra ten to fifteen grand lying around? Huh, strangely I don't either), a surrogate (also

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30632522605795679882009-06-04T13:06:00.004-04:002009-06-04T14:01:50.293-04:00

I don't know why, but I'm absolutely shocked about David Carradine. He killed Bill! Sorry. But why does it seem hanging is so popular among male suicides? That can't be pleasant at all. And seriously, why would anyone choose this way to go? I've never been suicidal (yet), but I would think pills or pulling a Cobain would be much less torturous. Why the hell am I talking about this still? If

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-9744624019478046212009-06-02T14:27:00.004-04:002009-06-02T15:45:37.860-04:00

First you have to try to imagine the sound of my Jewy aunt's astounding Brooklyn accent: picture a cross between Fran Drescher, the sound your teeth would make if you scraped them along a sidewalk, and a dentist drill. With lots of cuss words. The first time Brian heard her speak he actually got startled, and he's not one to scare easily. If I ever want to induce an anxiety attack, all I have to

Kimnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-57662267395494843832009-05-31T11:22:00.003-04:002009-05-31T12:07:17.792-04:00

I remember the days when Summer = vacation, no buts, no cuts, no coconuts. By the time the last day of school hit, we already had plans in place and I'd be excitedly marking days on the calendar counting down. My parents, though I now know didn't have an unending supply of money like I assumed back then, somehow managed to take us on some badass trips. I don't remember how old I was when they

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-90760482727566954262009-05-29T11:15:00.004-04:002009-05-29T12:04:06.056-04:00

Yesterday I had another appointment with the therapist person. I'm pretty sure I like her. I'm almost positive I do. Unlike Brian, who is of the opinion psychology/psychiatry/whatever is for the most part crap, (that's not all his fault; he gets it from his mother) I think it's something that can be extremely beneficial, depending on the individual, his/her situation and the doctor. There's no

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43041494193023851732009-05-28T09:09:00.002-04:002009-05-28T09:54:56.862-04:00

Because I am very up-to-the-minute on whatever is hip and happenin' in the current pop culture, I have a great idea for a new reality show! Here's the title I'm pitching to TLC...Drum roll please...Brian & Kim Plus HimWhat? You're thinking, how stupid is that - who's "Him?"Duh:It's the story of a lower-middle-class married couple who have no kids and therefore project human characteristics and

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-63491571257599975592009-05-25T10:08:00.002-04:002009-05-25T10:35:44.539-04:00

Right as Brian was running around yesterday getting ready to leave, I went to the bathroom and saw that my period was in the process of arriving. The scary part was the almost absolute emotionless reaction I had. Considering I didn't once for a minute believe I was pregnant this time, I guess it's not too surprising. I could tell he felt bad but I didn't want to make a big scene right before he

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-69093664150288310532009-05-24T10:48:00.002-04:002009-05-24T11:33:52.123-04:00

My husband is leaving me. For a good twenty-four hours. It was a last-minute thing, so I didn't have much time to pull together my plan. But here we are, approximately an hour or so before his departure, and I think I've got everything planned out perfectly. As soon as he walks out that door, the party starts. The purge party. Both large green rolling trash cans are already in position and ready

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30311531205792395172009-05-22T15:27:00.005-04:002009-05-22T18:19:45.093-04:00

Heather and I were having an email discussion earlier, as we do, and she was talking about what an annoying time she had at the zoo the other day. On what should've been a little mid-week fun treat, she nearly had the entire experience ruined for her because of a buttload of asshole parents and their unruly spawn. Luckily Heather isn't the type to sugarcoat and she knows that even though I'm

Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-74618458279223019412009-05-21T12:49:00.003-04:002009-05-21T14:40:37.554-04:00

So I've shared with one of the social workers here about the recent details of my life, Re: fun with fertility. I mean, what better way to get some free therapy, right? Actually we'd been discussing something else and then out of the blue she asked if everything was okay with me, which took me aback. Here I've been so proud of how well I've held my shit together and faked it til I maked it in

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-80980260672478370842009-05-21T08:25:00.003-04:002009-05-21T08:30:16.932-04:00

This is what I get for talking TRASH (Ha, see what I just did there?)...Got an email from George just now asking if we'd be able to haul off all the crap from the Rednecks' old house. But.We need to do it. It seems that Brian's truck is out to force us into the poor house (or should I say the poorER house). Every time we fix something, something else immediately starts to fall apart - it's like

Kimnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43961793497873801502009-05-20T14:26:00.002-04:002009-05-20T15:44:23.447-04:00

A semi-uncomfortable situation has arisen, which is surprising considering how much energy I've devoted lately to having as little human contact as possible. After they returned from Hawaii, George immediately went back to work, as is his way. With the foreclosure business still booming, he's working on a few of those homes and asked if we'd verify a certain very familiar sounding property was

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-15496963287738819002009-05-19T11:40:00.002-04:002009-05-19T12:21:40.272-04:00

Because I can't seem to string enough coherent thoughts together to equal a paragraph at the moment:This psycho girl who kind of stalked us (me in particular, but I think she had a little thingy for Brian as well) for awhile a decade ago just found me on Facebook. The other night after watching a re-run episode from the first season of Sopranos, I realized for the first time Tony wasn't actually

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-48481834446844368872009-05-15T17:31:00.002-04:002009-05-15T18:25:00.822-04:00

Holy hot dogs, am I glad the weekend is here. I could complain about what a shittastic week I had at work, but that wouldn't do anybody any good, so you are formally spared. (You're welcome) Sometimes it's good to take a little break from reality, so with that in mind...Like a lot of people, I think, a big part of my life is lived in my head. I have friends (no, really!) and family and a husband

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-26315802330121374362009-05-14T13:36:00.003-04:002009-05-14T14:07:32.963-04:00

Hi.I don't know how it got to be Thursday already, but I damn sure ain't complaining. But I decided it would behoove me to work the next few Fridays in hopes of maybe digging myself out from under this steaming pile of work that is currently ruling my life. So while I am glad it's Thursday, it's not like I'm rubbing it in that it's the last day of my work week like I normally would. And it's a

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-19485234618971374082009-05-12T14:09:00.004-04:002009-05-12T15:04:55.786-04:00

So Brian's back working a regular, paycheck-every-week fulltime job again. As Farmer Jones would say, Praise Jesus, the crops are saved! Well that's what I'd imagine a farmer would say. But he's understandably stoked about it; it's been over a year since he was laid off and while we were lucky enough that he had fairly steady sub-contract work, the company (What up, Wells Fargo, you slow-paying

Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-748695098912819142009-05-11T15:55:00.002-04:002009-05-11T16:21:25.826-04:00

Keep in mind I got his permission before ever dreaming of putting up a picture like this for all the world to see. Just keep that in mind. The other day we were going through some old pictures at his parents' house, something we both enjoy tremendously. I especially have a good time when gems like this turn up:I have a few things to say about this. My husband is an attractive person. At least I

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30353521543829440192009-05-10T11:48:00.004-04:002009-05-10T12:14:06.769-04:00

We all know by now how I feel about becoming a mother. Not only for the past six months of actively trying (like a bitch), but really it's been a big thing for me for the better part of the last decade. I know some women who don't have the desire and I fully respect that choice. They've made a decision that's the best for them and I'm happy for them, just as I am for the ones who wanted and

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-77625798772046547332009-05-09T14:32:00.002-04:002009-05-09T15:07:26.942-04:00

Who knew procreation could be so dangerous?Yesterday we went and had the third (and final) IUI. Being old pros by now, the nurse pretty much told us afterwards, you guys know the deal - but don't forget intercourse tonight or tomorrow can only help. Considering I'd just been shot full of the same stuff Manny Ramirez just got in trouble for (Who knew Hcg can both kickstart ovulation and also help

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-9348328142174590162009-05-07T13:49:00.003-04:002009-05-07T14:58:25.911-04:00

I'm all geared up to finish the separation story! But first...That electrician dude was buggin' me during the telling of the separation awhile back about being a cocktease (he may not have used that actual phrase, but it was implied) with regards to hinting around about the time I punched Brian in the mouth but then not telling the story, so I'll get that out of the way because I don't appreciate

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-75222445108825520782009-05-06T13:27:00.002-04:002009-05-06T13:51:55.354-04:00

'Jon & Kate Plus 8' Dad's Affair ConfirmedTook a little gossip break a little while ago (I enjoy spending my lunch hour doing productive and useful things) and ran across the above news. Now I know logically this should not have even caught my attention, let alone bother me as much as it does. But I always aim to be honest here. This saddens me. I'm not a fanatic for the show but there were a few

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-34524459085181739722009-05-05T15:09:00.002-04:002009-05-05T15:37:28.918-04:00

If I'm as bored as this with the whole fucking stupid baby stupid fucking thing, I can only imagine how anyone who reads this is. I'm really going to try keeping that shit to a minimum until there's something interesting to say, like for instance if I were to actually, you know, GET PREGNANT. Fuck.Work is just stupid too, so no talking about that either. We were making more jokes about forming a

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-71118316039736022902009-05-03T10:08:00.003-04:002009-05-03T10:27:48.293-04:00

Well, hell.Just got back from the ultrasound that tells how big the follicles have grown and it appears they haven't grown much at all this time. As with everything else, the nurse really didn't have any satisfactory answers for why this is, so I now get to wait on a phone call that will most likely tell me there won't be an IUI this cycle. I'm not sure I've even processed this information

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-50380020799736381182009-05-01T14:10:00.004-04:002009-05-01T14:56:37.411-04:00

Why didn't anybody tell me my boyfriend is in the new Wolverine movie?It's Tim Riggins from Friday Night Lights! This is the man (boy) who has replaced Jim from The Office as my number one TV boyfriend but I don't know much about him surprisingly. As if Hugh Jackman's torso wasn't enough of a motivator. We may be back at the movies sooner than I thought. Rowr! And just in time to make with all

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-6630657756328150072009-04-30T10:05:00.004-04:002009-04-30T10:37:54.763-04:00

Yesterday I joked on Twitter that I was scared of getting swine flu but then remembered I'm Jewish. (Thanks Annette for joke inspiration) Then I wake up this morning to the disturbing news there are now seventeen confirmed cases of it not only here in S.C., but in Newberry County which is the next county over from WHERE I SIT RIGHT HERE. Not that I'm panicking; don't be ridiculous. I'm Jewish,

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-33943819160583929962009-04-28T18:14:00.002-04:002009-04-28T18:40:43.613-04:00

As a general rule if my personal life is in the shitter, work is usually smooth sailing and vice versa. I figure it falls under that old myth about God not giving you any more than He thinks you can handle type thing. Which out of all the stuff out there advertised, I tend to buy into since I can site many examples of this being the case with my life. God, or Whomever must not have gotten the

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30090636292718125372009-04-27T08:08:00.003-04:002009-04-27T08:26:39.854-04:00

This post is coming to you from a remote corner of Siberia, where I ran away to escape reality. Just kidding - why the hell would anyone go to Siberia? I'd go to Alaska. But I can't afford it right now.I got my period yesterday. Yeah, it sucked. What really sucked was Saturday morning when I was in the middle of hurredly making an apple pie and playing with my new haircut and picking out what I

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-88531517315185687142009-04-25T09:24:00.003-04:002009-04-25T09:53:22.249-04:00

I must admit I had a big smile when I read all the "Pee on the stick, already!" comments. And I promise I'm not trying to be coy - I'm so not that person. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'm severely frightened to take the damn thing. Which is really dumb, because me not taking it is obviously not affecting the outcome. I think maybe I'm enjoying the ignorant bliss while I can? Like, as long as

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-30373826390770127192009-04-24T09:29:00.002-04:002009-04-24T09:56:50.323-04:00

I'm all bubbly and cheerful today, for no real discernable reason. Well, there are reasons I guess. I'm not sure why I feel the need to qualify being in a good mood; maybe I should have that looked at. The conference yesterday was surprisingly great. After a hellish trip through downtown traffic, being forced to park in a parking garage (I have an irrational fear of parking garages; maybe from

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-67559484098348330452009-04-22T18:31:00.003-04:002009-04-22T18:58:01.802-04:00

Well, my official work week is over, but there's no R & R in my near future, nosiree.Tomorrow is the convention thingy. I'm sure it'll be entertaining enough, but it's not like I'm with my old co-worker friends where we'd giggle and talk shit about people and try to get each other in trouble and it would be an all-day party. No. Strangely enough they're having a business lunch thing tomorrow too

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-2486753276130591662009-04-21T14:06:00.003-04:002009-04-21T15:45:50.244-04:00

This is a three-day work week for me. It's not as cool as it sounds. I have two trainings at the end of this week I'm preparing for and an all-day conference I'm attending Thursday, which cuts a big ol' chunk out of my planning time. The thing I'm looking forward to the most about this "Exciting opportunity for administrative professionals" is that one of the local newscasters is hosting it and I

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-88538309499013382582009-04-20T12:54:00.004-04:002009-04-20T13:58:30.602-04:00

I was going to try to be a smartass and do a whole post like I was writing while I was high, but I figured no one would be able to tell the difference - HA! In honor of today though, let's talk about weed for a minute, specifically my history with it. You're not a cop, are you?As with many things I was a fairly late bloomer. I think most people, if they're going to try it at all, usually try it

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-36311841208902459902009-04-19T10:10:00.002-04:002009-04-19T10:51:28.366-04:00

I think without realizing it, for the last few weeks I've been somewhat hermatizing (not a word but I'm using it anyway) myself. I've avoided seeing his family who were up visiting from Florida. I've avoided the redneck friends. I've made no effort to see any of our other friends. Books. I've spent a lot of time with books this month because you don't have to make conversation with them if you

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-60235801222254982702009-04-17T08:12:00.004-04:002009-04-17T10:23:32.029-04:00

Thank God for friends like Joe and Laura, who posted this book meme over the past few days. I just saw Heather did it too and I can't wait to read hers since we talk books all the freaking time! Considering I feel like I lack ANYTHING to say AT ALL right now (and that's pretty bad, considering the mundane posts I usually whip out), this is great filler. Well, for people who like books. Well, Joe

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-45050190587920447912009-04-14T13:19:00.004-04:002009-04-14T14:10:43.720-04:00

DEADLIEST CATCH TONIGHT, HOT DAMN!!! Oh, vast Bering Sea, I've longed for your dark and dangerous waters for six months now and I'm so glad you and the men who have to deal with your cranky ass are back again. So, so glad!Yesterday when I got home I mentioned to Brian about having the dream about being pregnant and he looked at me all shocked and said Holy shit, I did too!. I said Last night? Yes

Kimnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-11022130374964367352009-04-13T12:43:00.004-04:002009-04-13T14:03:19.554-04:00

"It's so unfair."It's a phrase I hear a lot, sometimes from myself though I try to keep that to a minimum. I don't always succeed, but having been a bitch of a little kid, I have tried to grow out of my propensity to be a whiner. I don't like people who are and I want to be able to like myself - that's a fairly simple way to keep control over it.For the first time since setting off on the

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-85669117472049779462009-04-13T10:15:00.002-04:002009-04-13T10:17:38.165-04:00

In honor of Easter MONDAY (When the hell did this start? I must know) and the Cadbury vs. Reese's debate I spoke of a few days ago, I bring you a blast from the past, especially for those of you who are close to my age:I gots some other stuff to say later.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-14026164012296813262009-04-12T08:37:00.002-04:002009-04-12T09:36:45.989-04:00

There were some pretty vicious storms that passed through the Southeast Friday night/Saturday morning. By some miracle (perhaps because it is a holy weekend?) our power never went out all the way, it just did that weird dimming/buzzing thing a few times, which was enough to make me unplug the important things - TV, computer and microwave. You laugh, but when Delorme and I lived in the little

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-86824079946205318942009-04-10T10:48:00.003-04:002009-04-10T10:54:26.739-04:00

I'm disappointed to report that last night went really well and I had a great time. The service was good, the food was good and there's nothing to make fun of. I hate when that happens. While his parents did indeed tell everyone they introduced me to that I'm Jewish, it wasn't awkward or embarrassing, but made me feel something like pride about my family and my roots. My dad would've been really

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-12909214338644814432009-04-09T10:24:00.007-04:002009-04-09T12:13:57.766-04:00

Yiddish words are so much fun.Well the day is finally here - tonight is the church Passover dinner, which is sure to bring the laughs. I guess it's sort of a big deal to me as well, as I feel we've come a long way from when I felt like the black sheepess of the family, with their oldest son living in sin with a Jew and all. From when the first time I ever visited his mom and George's house and

Kimnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-51207011270998210012009-04-07T13:57:00.003-04:002009-04-07T14:41:49.487-04:00

Anyone who's been in an intimate relationship knows that every once in awhile there's going to be an altercation. If you live in the south, you might know it as a "fuss," a "flap," a "scrap," or a "ruckus." Whatever you want to call it, we had one last night and oh mama, it was a doozy.Keep in mind I wasn't having the best day by any means anyway. Heh, I'm already getting defensive and no one's

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-41352815096778666292009-04-06T14:03:00.002-04:002009-04-06T14:39:04.269-04:00

Today is one of those days I feel like my fight or flight instinct is on high alert and I either want to punch someone in the face (myself would suffice) or get in my shitty car, start driving in any direction and BE GONE. This doesn't happen very often, I have no idea what brought it on and I know it will pass soon. Having this much pent up unprovoked rage isn't healthy, so tonight's exercise

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-72244696595841618322009-04-03T13:16:00.004-04:002009-04-03T14:13:53.149-04:00

How naive I used to be. There was a time, right around the time I got my first period (The summer I turned twelve - I like to compare that with other girls; so, when and where did you first get yours? I was in New York with my sister visiting family for the summer, my grandmother had taken us grocery shopping and then to McDonald's for lunch, Sister and I went to use the bathroom and we

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-33772544520643760202009-04-02T16:19:00.004-04:002009-04-03T11:49:15.544-04:00

I tweeted, twatted or whatever the hell the other day "Just when you think it can't get any worse someone sneaks it in your butt." Oh, the prophetic nature of that statement. That's why you'll never hear me say something stupid like, "It just can't get any worse!" because OF COURSE IT CAN AND IT USUALLY WILL!!!Money has been a major issue for over week. Add to that the general stresses of a busy

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-18402351872102817602009-04-01T13:45:00.003-04:002009-04-01T14:31:59.498-04:00

I've been sitting here trying to think up some funny April Fool's joke, but I'm having problems thinking of anything that doesn't involve a bodily function (as is my way), and nothing is even sounding funny to me, so screw it. I feel all jinxy right now anyway, so saying something like "I just pooped my pants!" even if it's followed by a sheepish "Naw, April Fool!" I'd be scared the rest of the

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-61654981614299279782009-03-31T10:50:00.002-04:002009-03-31T12:00:46.459-04:00

Coming soon! (Or a week from Thursday) The Baptists attempt to do a Passover sedar! Oh, if only you knew how much I am looking forward to this, but I guess now you do. So far all I know is this: they gave certain Jewish recipes to certain Baptist peoples from the church (including Iris, who's gonna rustle up some potato kugel action, which is sort of the Jew version of hash brown casserole) and

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-31593974983707016682009-03-30T11:04:00.003-04:002009-03-30T11:55:22.335-04:00

What say a short list? Yes, I think so.Things that have/will happen on my short STAYcation. (The cutesy and highly annoying word that came about last summer when people got too poor to take real vacations, as reported in the increasingly annoying State newspaper. You STAY at home for VAcation! So witty! Opposite!)- I went grocery shopping. This was extremely exciting for obvious reasons, the most

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-89303993743480678192009-03-28T10:14:00.004-04:002009-03-28T10:55:28.339-04:00

The Coolest Joe I know brought up an interesting point the other day when he wrote about updating even when you don't have anything too terribly important to say. On the one hand, I agree that I do have times where I don't have exciting things to report (read: almost every day) yet still write a post anyway - that's more due to my journaling nature than to an obligation to this blog; if anything

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-62981707918349299122009-03-26T15:00:00.004-04:002009-03-26T15:51:29.984-04:00

Painful zit locations: Inside the nose, under an eyebrow. Currently l have them in both places and what are the odds of that? I thought for one quick minute about putting zit medicine in my nose but then I remembered I haven’t had any zit medicine since 1989.A fun game I’ve been playing lately in my head is thinking “I pity the fool,” and applying it to whenever I have an exchange with someone.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-38812040185781783122009-03-25T15:04:00.003-04:002009-03-25T16:22:18.987-04:00

This morning I realized I didn't pick up my next baby-making prescription last night like I was supposed to. It's pretty bad when you're trying so hard not to focus on what you can't help focusing on you end up focusing yourself right out of what you're supposed to do. That made a lot more sense in my head.So I raced out of here and drove quickly to the Deathstar. I figured it wouldn't be too bad

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-88949902132105743432009-03-24T11:01:00.002-04:002009-03-24T12:01:30.706-04:00

I've made an effort to try not to bitch too much over the past few days...oh, a little escapes here and there because I am still myself after all, but I've mostly tried to keep the raging, obscenity-laced, whiny, tearful, irrational and almost unrelenting feelings to myself and a few lucky people. I don't get like this very often, I don't like it and I don't want to spread my misery

Kimnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-3661303276229200182009-03-23T14:23:00.001-04:002009-03-23T14:24:52.939-04:00

That old saying "If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all?"Yeah.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-28659466173122881742009-03-22T09:50:00.007-04:002009-03-22T10:36:13.940-04:00

Woody Allen has this great quote (well, he has a lot of great quotes and also his books are so much better than his movies and a lot of people don't know that except I do want to see Vicky Cristina Barcelona if only for the Scarlett Johansson/Penelope Cruz make-out scene) and anyway the quote is this:"If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans." He also said "Why are our days

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-9190834689687933342009-03-21T09:22:00.003-04:002009-03-21T09:56:54.559-04:00

Have you ever socialized with a couple who couldn't help but to have raging, screaming arguments in front of you? Whether in a double date situation or in a larger group, it's just no good for anyone involved. Sister and I were just talking about married friends of theirs who do it fairly frequently in front of her and her husband and then last night the Rednecks had it out in front of us.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-53153084087212087202009-03-20T06:56:00.003-04:002009-03-20T08:10:37.118-04:00

I guess this is the reason most people in my position would probably keep to themselves all these details in the process of trying to get pregnant. When the test came up negative this morning, the first thing I thought of was having to break the news to almost thirty people via email or text or phone call (Johnann is the only one I'd feel comfortable enough to call at 4:55 a.m. because I knew

Kimnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-65543003553123579092009-03-18T11:57:00.003-04:002009-03-18T12:33:24.964-04:00

I'm feeling a little...restless, I guess is the best word for it. I just read this:"The Vernal Equinox is one of two days in the year in which the tilt of the Earth's axis is inclined neither away from nor toward the sun, which is vertically above a point on the equator." Translation: it's SPRING, bitches! And man, do I have the fevah. It's bad. I have a shit-ton of work to do, yet here I am

Kimnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-87376379442303932712009-03-17T08:27:00.007-04:002009-03-17T20:48:36.953-04:00

I'm looking for any and all diversions this week; bear with me. Bear. Ha, that's...nevermind.We have this weird fascination for Alaska. Neither of us has ever been there, but we're a little obsessed with the idea of it and if there is ever something about it on the telly, odds are we're going to watch it. Which reminds me - if any of you watch DeadliestCatch, Season 5 starts next month (Yay!)but

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-62391254075072325312009-03-15T16:02:00.003-04:002009-03-15T16:33:39.942-04:00

I made the mistake of paying all the bills that were due, so we were poor this weekend. I hate when that happens. The weather was crappy too, so I figured a good plan would be to make a library run and for once I made him come with me instead of going alone with a list for him that says "WW II, Russian History, Lewis & Clark." I hate picking out books for him. And just like I thought, he picked

Kimnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-92166941789983659762009-03-13T14:27:00.003-04:002009-03-13T14:50:53.675-04:00

I had mentioned something awhile back about this whole Operation Knocked-Up schedule interfering with St. Patrick's Day. Gone are the days when drinking was a common occurance for me and now it's pretty much relegated to special occasions, i.e. my fortieth birthday, going out in a boat, maybe the 4th of July and St. Patrick's Day. I managed to forget about it in the meantime. Until ten minutes

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-14391451785401386542009-03-13T08:22:00.003-04:002009-03-13T08:27:47.158-04:00

Yesterday TB made a little crack about me getting easily choked up. Ah yes, Grasshopper, very observant you are. I just turned into Yoda for a minute and I'm not sure why. Anyway, that was a very astute observation of him - I'm KNOWN for my easy crying. During the Movie Club years, we'd get to a certain part of a movie and they'd just look at me, knowing what was coming. Whatever, man - it's a

Kimnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-80933043202800278272009-03-12T14:38:00.003-04:002009-03-12T15:02:41.088-04:00

One week down, one to go.This is me, patting myself on the back for keeping (relatively) calm and only losing it a couple of times and only to one or two people (Except for that time I alerted the entire internet to what was in my underpants. But let's not count that one, okay?) Today I'm probably way happier than I should be and this is due to waking up this morning to weird, pinging pains in my

Kimnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43866135075348118482009-03-11T15:41:00.003-04:002009-03-11T15:45:48.649-04:00

I would haaaate to be a bodily function system in my body right now. No ciggies for almost three weeks. A scant amount of caffeine. No sedatives. My weight in Now & Laters (I don't eat the cherry ones though). I'm actually really surprised I haven't suffered headaches, toxic shock or simply folding up into the fetal position while my body takes leave and says I quit this bitch. I wouldn't blame

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-44194507482484041062009-03-10T16:13:00.002-04:002009-03-10T16:20:37.806-04:00

...But why the FUCK am I showing signs of ovulating TODAY??? The shot of hCG was supposed to make that happen the day I got injected! Yet, my underpants tell a different story. Yeah, gross, deal with it. I'm freaking out. It's way too soon to try and test; I know that much. So now I get to freak out hardcore for the next week and a half. Instead of just the normal freaking out. I am physcially

Kimnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-21253090449929176422009-03-09T12:04:00.004-04:002009-03-09T13:32:43.186-04:00

Catching up on some blog reading this morning and I ran across the always amusing Whiskey, who wrote about some bad jobs she's had in the past. This is a topic that never gets old for me, as whenever I'm having a less-than-fun day at work, all I have to do is reach back to the dusty files of my mind and pull a wretched job memory from my past. There are plenty to choose from and it never fails to

Kimnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-60175071078240619912009-03-07T11:29:00.003-05:002009-03-07T12:12:09.210-05:00

L.L. Cool Joe came up with a great little meme; albeit one that's had me thinking about it for over a day already - mainly because I don't feel all that knowledgable in anything. What's that saying; Jack of all trades, master of DUMB? Yeah, that's pretty much me to a T. But I really enjoyed Heather's take on it and wanted to play with the cool kids.The rules:1. You’ve got to post a link from the

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-81500138767243694462009-03-06T14:45:00.003-05:002009-03-06T15:41:21.766-05:00

Hi.Can we talk about ANYTHING besides a baby? I know; you're saying to yourself: "She's the asshole who keeps bringing it up, not me." I realize that. But I think I'm declaring a no-baby mandate for the next two weeks until I can take the test. I think that's the healthy thing to do, don't you?Uh...so, what's new? Haha! No - I do have other things to talk about, damn it! Really! I just have to

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-50190445104958479572009-03-05T18:08:00.002-05:002009-03-05T18:27:35.710-05:00

Oh, excuse me.My stomach feels weird; kind of like I've been invaded by 112 million sperm.WHAT THE HELL!I mean, Brian's pretty pleased with himself since the doctor told us TEN million is a good "normal" count, but I'm a little freaked out by that number. That's a lot of swimmers! My favorite text of the day was from my friend Kristen who just wrote, "Swim little bitches, swim!" (Insert Finding

Kimnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-14283001976065657612009-03-04T13:10:00.004-05:002009-03-04T15:01:27.921-05:00

My first thought upon waking this morning: "What in the fuckity FUCK am I about to do???"I'd like to say things have improved from there, but I don't like to lie. To give you a little glimpse into the psychosis, I'm pretty much veering back and forth between, "What if it doesn't work? to What if it DOES??" The best way I can describe it is I feel like I always do when I'm about to get on a plane

Kimnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-55141128099385670922009-03-03T14:16:00.004-05:002009-03-03T16:03:32.044-05:00

I think the biggest thing I've learned on this journey to fertilization is how important timing really is in the great scheme of things. Certain things have to happen at certain, sometimes very precise times in order to get the outcome you want; in this case a baby. I've also learned my time is not nearly as important as the almighty doctor office time, friggin' bastardmotherfuckers. I had a

Kimnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-83954629996026792872009-03-02T15:40:00.004-05:002009-03-02T16:41:16.508-05:00

Tomorrow is my dad's birthday and instead of feeling sad, I'm going to tell a little story. This story was one of my dad's favorites and when we first told it to him, he laughed so hard he blew snot and his glasses fell off. It might not have the same effect on you, but that's okay.Back in the early 90's, my sister and I were going to college in Tallahassee. We shared an apartment with two of our

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-85595918405480590682009-03-01T23:40:00.004-05:002009-03-02T00:39:06.315-05:00

You know, it was mornings like this one that make me wish I was still smoking cigarettes. Or crack, whichever.Shortly after I wrote that last semi-hysterical post, I decided to calm down and try to be mature about the whole thing. I called the doctor's office and left a message. Then I hit redial non-stop for twenty minutes until I reached a human, who happened to be the on-call nurse, since of

Kimnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-31470309983512035252009-03-01T12:33:00.004-05:002009-03-01T12:44:07.809-05:00

We are so much at the mercy of doctors and their office staff.I know, thank you Captain Obvious, right?It's just that it's never been more apparent to me than it is this morning (oh wait, it's AFTERNOON already). The ultrasound happened at 8:15 or so. The results were that there were three small follicles, which is good for the number but not good for the size. ONE of them was a decent enough

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-82848292263877487762009-02-28T14:05:00.005-05:002009-02-28T14:36:47.868-05:00

That's Brian preparing my intravenous drug injection with grade A black tar heroin. At least I'm guessing that's what it was, because after he injected me (heh, that's what she said - sorry, it's unavoidable) at about 5:30pm, things get a little hazy. Here's a timeline:5:30 - I lay on the couch, he nervously asks if I'm ready, the dog stands close by in case he has to protect Mama.5:32 - I pull

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-1039470791008431142009-02-27T12:54:00.006-05:002009-02-28T13:13:01.708-05:00

So here I am at work on another Friday. Remember a few months back when I was all excited to have gotten my schedule changed to get Fridays off? I don't know about you, but it sure seems like a lot of Fridays off lately have been at least partially spent with me coming into this godforsaken place just to keep from drowning in horseshit, which is something I never want to drown in. Not exactly

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-35468799895493522742009-02-26T11:55:00.005-05:002009-02-26T13:34:42.027-05:00

One of the few Jewish holidays we celebrated in my family was Passover. For those of you who aren't familiar with the ways of the Jew, here's a brief def: A ceremonial dinner (Seder) that commemorates the Exodus (mass escape) from Egypt and includes the reading of the Haggadah (a little booklet written in Hebrew with English translations for us normal people) and the eating of symbolic foods,

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-49866624179922681322009-02-25T13:24:00.002-05:002009-02-25T13:26:56.109-05:00

I forgot to add something to my post today. It's a quote I came across the other day, completely by accident (or WAS IT?):“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” - Shel SilversteinThat one got me.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-86927429765324690982009-02-25T11:15:00.003-05:002009-02-25T12:08:56.687-05:00

Yesterday when I arrived home, there on the front porch was a Very Important package. The contents:Do you see all that stuff?? All that was there, plus a little red Hazmat container with which to dispose of the used needles. Brian loved the container though and wants to keep it for himself; I'll save that argument for this weekend when the time comes to use it. I did used to know a junkie who got

Kimnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-11137691570787396912009-02-23T18:09:00.003-05:002009-02-23T18:31:00.827-05:00

The appointment went well this morning. I got probed again and we got to see yet another picture of my uterus. They took more blood to test my thyroid and to make sure I'm not lying about having been vaccinated for measles. I peed in a cup to prove I'm not already pregnant. They gave us a lesson on injecting the Follistim, which job will be Brian's since I've never injected drugs before. He

Kimnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-34047236415369382412009-02-22T18:48:00.005-05:002009-02-22T19:12:12.866-05:00

Spent the afternoon at the inlaws' today and it was, as it sometimes is, what one could call somewhat trying.As the date quickly approaches for the first attempt at insemination (By the way, I've been referring to our procedure completely wrong for awhile. We're not to the point of having to do in vitro fertilization; what we're doing is called interuterine insemination. IUI, not IVF. I'm sorry

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-73959206325607525842009-02-21T19:08:00.004-05:002009-02-21T19:20:58.848-05:00

I hope I just paid something forward or something and that I'm not just a big sucker. I was putting some groceries in the car in the Wal-mart parking lot a little while ago when I was approached by a woman. She timidly said Ma'am? (That just means this is the south, not that I'm old) and I stopped what I was doing and held my purse closer. Yes I did; I'll admit that. When she first started

Kimnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-5582299316589796872009-02-21T10:34:00.002-05:002009-02-21T12:06:11.091-05:00

Okay, well I feel happy knowing you guys don't mind if I write about the fetus chronicles here. I promise I'll never be one of those goo goo gah gah people - I'm too old for that shit. One thing about the parenthood websites I've found; they are full of people with VERY strong opinions on how things should and shouldn't be done and I get the impression that some women feel that motherhood has

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-4470016577709512372009-02-20T09:43:00.004-05:002009-02-20T11:10:33.812-05:00

For the past week or so I've been looking for other websites on which I might start a separate blog. A little overkill right, especially considering I already have another blog I keep for some reason still on Myspace. But it'll make more sense when I tell you why - I need someplace else to write about every tiny detail of this in vitro thing so you guys and gals here aren't bored to tears. I know

Kimnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-66166457981482487372009-02-19T18:27:00.004-05:002009-02-19T19:12:57.557-05:00

Aight.Enough with those pictures staring me in the face every time I bring my blog list up to read other people's stuff today. As attractive as I am with a big blue penis in my face, I'd rather not see that. Like ever. It does remind me of a funny story though.When Brian and I were first living together, way back when the earth's crust was still cool and I hadn't yet turned fiscally conservative,

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-31549706942111890042009-02-19T08:43:00.003-05:002009-02-19T08:46:34.039-05:00

Okay, I lied. Here are two pictures of me from the party the other night.I think I shall title them "Doing What She Does Best".I'm a little disturbed by that second one. I never pictured Kristen assisting me in that way before.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-77182562513106398152009-02-18T21:09:00.003-05:002009-02-18T21:10:58.364-05:00

I just realized something. My 200th post here was about me going to a dildo party. I'm thinking: Appropriate.

Kimnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-43780357126494925372009-02-18T10:12:00.004-05:002009-02-18T11:13:07.914-05:00

It had been a few years since I'd been to one of these "Adult Novelty" parties (Thanks, TB, for the more acceptable phrasing) but the three friends who came with me had all been to one a little more recently. It was normal to compare notes between the one last night and all of our prior experiences. And here's what we decided. If you're going to sell fun products that make a fun activity even

Kimnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-9449366482611954542009-02-17T13:16:00.003-05:002009-02-17T13:45:36.777-05:00

I figured out what I have isn't PMS, unless that stands for People are Morons and Stupidheads. And that doesn't even make any sense. But they are. And it's never been more apparent than this week. I'm not going to go into details, except to say it's all work-related and therefore boring. But I will say this. Having a Master's doesn't necessarily mean the person who holds the degree is actually

Kimnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-574445214569908416.post-51380875265491695572009-02-16T12:21:00.003-05:002009-02-16T13:20:09.390-05:00

Dear God! I don't really have much to say; I just HAVE to post something to get rid of that horrible picture up there! I swear on my left boob that was the LAST post I'm doing on that freakazoid. No, really. This story happened to coincide with something going on in my life, so I couldn't help myself from talking about it a little, but trust me when I say I didn't write nearly as much as I wanted

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But before I go and what has caused me to quit, prepare your corneas for permanent searing:First Thoughts:- There's not enough Vitamin E lotion in the fucking world.- My vag just shriveled up and died. - So did my uterus.- I can never let Brian see this picture.- Or maybe I should show it to him when I've put on some baby weight.- Bitch must be crazy.- Bitch IS crazy.I'm out.

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One of the running jokes in the movie Baby Mama was Sigourney Weaver's character, a woman in her fifties, who is still cranking out babies the old-fashioned way, while poor Tina Fey stands by helpless and barren. I laughed at the obvious gross-out factor, but then I thought about it: I'M (hopefully) going to be an "older mom" too. Excuse me while I go pop my prenatal vitamin and my Geritol. I

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