Oh. Dear. Just had a very strange conversation with my dad.

So, I called him crying. He's trying to figure out what's wrong, and I'm all, sniff, sniff, "I'm overwhelmed." Sniff, sniff. "And the steroids mess with my emotions." Sniff, sniff. "And I got my period." Sniff, sniff.

"Oh, well, honey that's wonderful that you have your period."

Huh?

Huh?

Um...does he think I'm having sex, and he's glad I'm not pregnant? What kind of comment is that? Who does he think I'm having sex *with* anyway? Does he know something I don't?

"'Cause for a long time you weren't having it. This means things are settling down, right? And maybe you can have kids someday?"

That's not a conversation I ever thought I'd have. Especially on the phone.

Here is the first announcement in-thread of Tickybox's arrival: Polter-Cow "Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up." Apr 13, 2005 11:02:42 pm PDT

Followed by lots and lots and lots and lots of squeeeees and posts that just say "Tickybox!!!!!" over and over.

Happy Birthday, Lovely Lilybean Squeakaboo Tickybox!

"'Cause for a long time you weren't having it. This means things are settling down, right? And maybe you can have kids someday?"

Well, the power of positive thought, looking at the bright side, and all that.

Well, yeah. It was just weird.

Ok. I am, once again, irrationally angry. I just got a phone call message thingy from the city of Cambridge letting me know that the trash rules have changed. Now, did they send out a mailing? NOPE. THE DAY BEFORE TRASH COLLECTION (when we put out trash the night before) they call and let us know the new rules.

They will no longer pick up the white kitchen trash bags. And, if you put them out, you'll get fined $25 a day. They really want you to put out tight-lid trash cans filled with your garbage. Well, that's great if you don't have to carry the damn thing down three stories and PEOPLE DIDN'T STEAL THEM! But, they will take the heavy black trash bags if you put them out in the morning of trash day, before 7am.

Good thing I was home to get the message. But, couldn't they have done something else to let people know...like a mailing? And a little sooner than trash day? This doesn't give me much time to take care of these things. So, now I have another errand today. I've got to go pick up heavy, black trash bags. And, I have to make sure I'm up in time to take the trash out in the morning, when I was gonna sleep in, since Emily has the day off.

I hateses life.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TICKYLILYBOX!!!

It's nice to know that my dreadful un-knowledge of geography carries over into my subconcious.

I had a dream last night that I was in Belize AND Nepal, that they were next to each other, and in Europe.

Here is the first announcement in-thread of Tickybox's arrival

Happy birthday to that cutie Lillian!

I'm doing the Working At Home Dance. Woohoo!

Dude, they totally should have mailed VW.

I HATE garbage changes.

Holy Carp, it's been a year. Also, Holy Carp, I was posting right afterwards.

I'd have been posting during the whole hospital stay, but the recovery room had no Internet, blast it.

Lillian celebrated her birthday by being up and cranky in the middle of the gosh-darn night.

Happy Tickybox Day!

Happy Birthday to Tickybox, and many congratulations to the parents!

What a jam-packed year of cuteness it has been.

Also...

but I'm afraid that Pete still holds the scary crown of entirely unendearing manliness.

This sentence was much more disturbing the first time I saw it because I misread it as "scary CLOWN of entirely unendearing manliness.". No to the scary clowns, thankyouverymuch.