it's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet

Interestingly, I was on my way to pay my car payment last night after work, in rush hour, when my car went haywire and quit. It is not fun to stand on the side of the interstate highway waiting for the tow truck for two hours normally. It sucks worse when it is 100 degrees outside and 5pm. It sucks the worst when you are also pregnant.

Of course it was Keenan's opening night for HEAD (Cheers!) so he couldn't help me. My Sprint Roadside Rescue is worth it's weight in gold to me (Seriously, if you drive a used car, or if you have luck like mine, you must have it).

At least the baby is learning early what an independent mama s/he has.

And although tempted I never cried (my bank account will surely cry later).

It's so funny no matter what breaks how you envitabley think "but it was just working."

Of course I spent the rest of the night sick from the heat. Today needs to be better, I spent most of the night praying it will be.

title courtesy of The Police: Every little thing she does is magic

when I'm at the pearly gates, this will be on my videotape...

The following blog post was mandated...by my friends, turns out I cannot avoid peer pressure. I think they like to come here as a distraction and are probably wondering how I will tell the blog world that my life is taking a turn...

Vanessa: Your parents are probably worried about you.

Juno: Nah. I mean I'm already pregnant so what other kind of shenanigans can I get into?

I'm due January 17th. I have conducted some highly scientific tests for gender. The chinese calendar says boy. Keenan says boy. My mama says girl. Heartbeat counts say girl. Taylor says boy. So majority says boy. So far sea monkey is a definite possibility. As long as said sea monkey cooperates we will know on August 23rd.

However, please do not stop coming to my blog for fear that I will only speak "mommy" from now on. That stuff is personal (and sometimes gross- seriously people update their facebook statuses with their dilation centimeters, um yuck), I don't like reading it and so I don't want to write it for everyone either. The blog will still be ramblings and prayers and shout outs to my friends and family with all the thrift store goodies, feminism and activism for individuals with disabilities I can randomly sprinkle in.

Because I doubt you really want to hear about all the vomiting and irritability and migraines almost every night. Or how brands matter in things like prenatal vitamins (boring) or how even a cynic like me melts at hearing the heartbeat (gush).

Also I don't want to post this stuff because inevitably this welcomes comments from well-meaning, and sweet people who just want to help/tell me A) the worst horror stories about pregnancy ever or B) Things I have found are NOT true for me and tend to depress me even more. To which I concur...ignorance is bliss.

I promise I am going to try to be more fun later, if this whole "the 2nd trimester is so wonderful" thing isn't another pregnancy urban legend.

title courtesy of Radiohead: Videotape

if you're gonna walk on water, could you drop a line my way?

water babies Tiernan & Brielle

Hoping to get creative for awhile today. Need to get to scrapping. Moving on August 31st, so packing will begin soon and I know I will feel an itch once everything is packed up. Also should sort through the crafty-things. So many ideas so little time (err...motivation).

If only I had this much energy...


title courtesy of the song Omaha, by the Counting Crows..which is inspired by my dear friend and her dear husband who are soon relocating from Omaha to become Kansas Citians (I could not be happier!)

there's a paradox in every paradigm

I DVR The View. I know the show has it's problems. But I DVR this because it's frankly exciting that I can watch 4-5 women of different ages discuss current events as well as more trivial things. I frequently become disenchanted with the show, as one does with any opinion-show. But lately it seems like too much to keep bottled up. So here it is...

an open letter to The View

I DVR The View each day. But lately I've become disenchanted with what I can only assume is hypocrisy. It seems that "cheating spouses" has been a Hot Topic for ages, recently it's blown up with politicians, celebs and Tiger.

The View tries to have variety in the co hosts, to prompt good discussion, different viewpoints and for the audience to have "their own" co host to relate to. What makes me feel terrible as a woman is that in the midst of this "Hot Topic" it seems that the co hosts are quick to forgive men involved in infidelity but continue to roast the women involved.

Joy's comment about one of Tiger's mistresses (a little word-play with her last name) was funny however when you juxtapose it with the fact that not that many weeks later co hosts gather on the couch oohing and ahhing over Mike Tyson (a convicted rapist, and a man who admits the best punch he's ever landed was off of Robin Givens face).

Also the co hosts were unanimously disgusted (save Barbara, who hasn't been on every time Rielle's brought up) with Rielle Hunter's photo shoot ala Risky Business meets the Muppet's, as well as her involvement with a married man. But then Sherri Shepard (who seems to herself be hurt by infidelity) chooses to don a Kobe Bryant jersey the week of the NBA playoffs (clip).

I am not saying you can't preach against infidelity and cheer for the Lakers, but wearing Kobe's jersey on national TV may be a bit hypocritical.

What I am missing on The View is someone who is unabashedly pro-woman. I am not saying that women cannot ever be boneheads (Whoopi uses this term as an ungendered description of stupidity) but someone who might say to Sherri "What's up with the Kobe jersey?" Or someone who seems a little less enchanted with guests like Mike Tyson and Snoop Dogg (the man who's lyrics proclaim women as "bitches" and "hos" who calls himself a "pimp" and penned lyrics like: "Shootin' the breeze, with a cute Vietnamese/or was she Lebanese? I think she Chinese/It really don't matter cause they all on they knees": The Last Meal.

Unabashedly for women...another problem with this is that when 2 co hosts are out (Barbara for health reasons and Whoopi to make a movie) The View decides it will go "out on a limb" and invite male moderators?!? How I ask, is that controversial? Many of these men already have their own public forums. Plus you took a show that was about women's conversations and let the males moderate it?

C'mon The View, go out on a real limb and hire a woman for women. Help us have a show that shows our little girls that we are not our own worst enemy. (Sisterhood is powerful you know)

title courtesy of ani difranco: paradigm