no time, no money.

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I have an hour and forty five minutes before my tv should start watching tv for me tonight. Is that time enough to fuss with cabling and trying to get my dvr to freaking talk to its hivemind?

For those playing along at home, it took about ten minutes. Took longer to pull my computer and all of the remotes over by the tv and grab my phone and pen in case I needed to call the cable company. Sometimes stuff just starts working when it wasn't before. Huh. Thanks, universe.

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JZ, you know underwires are a no-no post partum (and maybe even at the end of pregnancy--I disremember), right?

I wore my underwires up until the end. And it's just till milk's fully established and no apparent nursing problems until you can try an underwire nursing bra (which they make, but I find hella uncomfortable). Now I switch back and forth between my nursing bras and underwires. I want to find a non-underwire that feels as good as a Bravado but I'm too lazy to go get fitted and to shop for one.

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But the cool stuff usually gets a more accessible editorial summary,

Like armadillo penises are biological hydrostats! And blunt force trauma!

Am back from the Sleeping Beauty production. The camp is run by Arena Players, which is, if the info online is correct, the oldest black-owned theater company. It was amusing and my neighbor did very well and nailed everything. There were the miscues and forgotten lines, but all in all, the kids did really well. They did all the battle scenes with a strobe, which was highly effective (kids can move slowly so as not to clobber anyone, but the strobe makes it look frantic.)

The audience was quite helpful, trying to dissuade Briar Rose from the spindle and get the Prince to kiss Sleeping Beauty. Which he did. Through his fist. At which point I think the entire theater fell apart in helpless hysteria. The girls who played the evil witch were quite dramatically villainous, and the one in the second half, while less leeringly evil, just BELTED her songs out as she boogied around the stage.

Anyway, fun.

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Not JZ. Not pregnant. But thinking about it now. No underwires??? On, like, doctor's orders? ::ponders ungluing knees::

Hee. My OB didn't say a word. I did avoid them, on account of hating the fuckers and finding them uncomfortable, until about two months ago. (I'm still nursing, but at 15 months, it's not a main food source for her any longer, and I'm not worried about the things bugging the ducts.)

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Aaaand, I'm still up. I really have to decompress after doing that people thing, I guess.

One thing that was weird was that I had to actively stuff down overwhelming emotion when the kids first took the stage. I was so fucking proud of them. And until about 1/4 through, I didn't know a single one of them personally. It was just so affirming, or other such buzzword. I get like this when I see a bunch of people protesting (though usually when it's something I agree with! ) or watch volunteers doing their thing. I want to hug them all. I guess it's seeing the most hopeful part of humanity, striving. Makes an emotional bomb of me everytime.

I felt like I was a part of something in that crowd of proud parents and relatives. No matter where we came from, how tired we might be, we all had a common goal: celebrate the kids.

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Hee. My OB didn't say a word.

I obviously won't be using your OB then.

This conversation has me almost motivated enough to look for some un-underwired bras that can hold a rack. I desperately need some new ones but I loathe shopping for them.

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This conversation has me almost motivated enough to look for some un-underwired bras that can hold a rack. I desperately need some new ones but I loathe shopping for them.

They're not the sexiest things in the world when you're otherwise nekkid, but Goddess gives me great bullet tits with no underwire.

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They're not the sexiest things in the world when you're otherwise nekkid, but Goddess gives me great bullet tits with no underwire.

Off to Google. Thanks!

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Cass, this is the one I have: [link]

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