I was just so angry/freaked because I looked up in the rearview mirror and this car was just coming up on me and I couldn't even see their headlights-- considering the back end of my car is pretty short, for a car to be so close that I can't see headlights-- it was pretty unnerving.
And I could just tell, after I punched the accelerator, that the other driver had no CLUE they'd been about to rear end me, at least, if the expression of shock I saw in the rearview was anything to go by.
Abby is sitting behind me giving more insightful commentary on the men's floor exercise than the actual television commentators.
He is alert but then again he was more well done than most babies are when they are born.
My sisters and I were all 2.5 weeks past due date and big (though not THAT bit). We also seemed older and have always attributed it to cooking longer.
Barb, I'm glad you had quick reflexes! Scary.
ION. HULK!SMASH! I'm not a cable tv viewer, therefore I am not eligible to watch the triathlon live online, which is the only place NBC is airing it.
Lie to them, d. They don't verify anything if you just pick a cable company.
Thanks, I discovered Verizon High Speed Internet was an option so I don't even have to lie! Although my friend did. But we are happily watching aifg!
VERY cute nephew you have there! Also? HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE.
He is!
Although I was 9 lbs 4 oz, my brother was 9 lbs, but they induced mom 2 weeks early because they were worried he'd be 9lbs if he went to term so who knows my brother might have been 10 lbs. Momwas 10 lbs, and the family tradition is that my maternal grandfather was 12 lbs, but they were evidentally guessing his weight based on how heavy a sack of flour was.
We're the family of the giant babies.
ND, continued ~ma for your mother. I hope you can get her the care she needs without too much family drama.
Happy Belated DebetEsse!
For all you women who think you have the world's best boyfriend? You are wrong. I and I alone have the world's best boyfriend. Your boyfriends may be nothing to sneeze at. They may, in fact, be worthy gentlemen indeed. They may have numerous manly virtues. But none of them are as courteous and sweet and awesomely wonderful as mine is.
Why, you ask? What proof have I, that my boyfriend is the best? Here is my proof:
We have little black beetle-y bugs that invade our house this time each year. They don't bite. They don't seem to get into food except accidentally or incidentally. They are not harmful so much as they are annoying.
I have a big wad of polyfill quilt batting - I bought a queen sized sheet of the stuff that I have been using bit by bit in baby blankets. Over the course of the last couple of weeks, a few of the bugs have gotten stuck in it, and been unable to crawl back out. Who knew? Quilt batting is a death trap for insects. Hadn't said anything, but I was thinking I would end up just cutting out a big chunk of the stuff to get rid of the bugs. Not a big deal, but annoying.
Daniel noticed them tonight while we were watching an ep. of Firefly. Without saying anything about it, he picked up the wad of batting, and started picking the bugs out of it. When I saw what he was doing, he said, "Well I knew you wouldn't like having those bugs in there."
Top that, ladies.
