dragonbreath~

Massive heartburn. 2 glasses of milk and 3 antacids and I could still go lick the paint off cars. I'm sure everyone's entertained.

Glaaaaaahh. I might go eat some asbestos cookies. wash it down with a fire extinguisher martini.

We scored a mukmuk fleece blanket for the wee firebreathing one, which for some reason I was obsessively lusting over, mostly because hey, he's just a spectator potato and therefore one of my kind in the whole winter sports deal.

Ordered new sterling and rose/yellow 14k goldfill and new pliers. Oh the beautiful things I've been creating! And will. I love working in sterling/gold but it's something I have to invest in small quantity because OY! don't even ask me about the ounce price of rings, it makes me want to weep just a bit.

I have a new addiction to chai lattes. They still have a caffiene kick but I'm digging the spicy taste. I may not go back to coffee lattes. ( ok, I will but hey.)

Oh, last night at the skeptics talk, there's one woman who's always got something to blurt out, and bless his nutty self, the prof was "do you want to give this talk, no? THEN SHUT UP."

I love it. This is the second talk where she's peanut galleried the speaker, maybe next time she'll learn to zip it. ( and the questions after were really great. Counteracting my pregnancy space brain by continuing to throw smart things at it.)

Now I just hope the ultrasound this week shows the wee monster with all their flippers and gills and whatnot. ( I imagine if something was amiss by now we'd already be in a different scenario anyway. My body has something of a dislike of reproductive imperfection, it doth seem, right?)

off to sleep and hopefully not belch and melt half my head. Seriously. How the human race EVER got this far rather baffles me. Haven't we developed the technology to grow ourselves in jars like sea monkeys yet? because really, someone should get on that.

dragonbreath~

Massive heartburn. 2 glasses of milk and 3 antacids and I could still go lick the paint off cars. I'm sure everyone's entertained.

Glaaaaaahh. I might go eat some asbestos cookies. wash it down with a fire extinguisher martini.

We scored a mukmuk fleece blanket for the wee firebreathing one, which for some reason I was obsessively lusting over, mostly because hey, he's just a spectator potato and therefore one of my kind in the whole winter sports deal.

Ordered new sterling and rose/yellow 14k goldfill and new pliers. Oh the beautiful things I've been creating! And will. I love working in sterling/gold but it's something I have to invest in small quantity because OY! don't even ask me about the ounce price of rings, it makes me want to weep just a bit.

I have a new addiction to chai lattes. They still have a caffiene kick but I'm digging the spicy taste. I may not go back to coffee lattes. ( ok, I will but hey.)

Oh, last night at the skeptics talk, there's one woman who's always got something to blurt out, and bless his nutty self, the prof was "do you want to give this talk, no? THEN SHUT UP."

I love it. This is the second talk where she's peanut galleried the speaker, maybe next time she'll learn to zip it. ( and the questions after were really great. Counteracting my pregnancy space brain by continuing to throw smart things at it.)

Now I just hope the ultrasound this week shows the wee monster with all their flippers and gills and whatnot. ( I imagine if something was amiss by now we'd already be in a different scenario anyway. My body has something of a dislike of reproductive imperfection, it doth seem, right?)

off to sleep and hopefully not belch and melt half my head. Seriously. How the human race EVER got this far rather baffles me. Haven't we developed the technology to grow ourselves in jars like sea monkeys yet? because really, someone should get on that.