Lady Gaga: Monster. Best song ever?

Probably.

To all those who voted for Obama:

Did you still feel full of unwavering support for your "hope and change" president when he announced he was sending 30,000 more troops to war?  Still think he's going to follow through on his pre-election promises?  People basically seemed to have no reaction at all to his "lets keep this war going!" message.  Even Adam, who is going to be GOING to war, was all "whatever."

Does anybody else feel it is slightly ironic he won a Nobel Peace Prize?  I mean, come on.  If you're going to win a famous prize for peace, maybe you shouldn't be, oh, say, trying to EXTEND A WAR.  Politicians completely disgust me.

I don't really care about the war in Iraq or Afghanistan.  I know I should, since it directly effects me, but the main thing that bothers me about it is how Obama gets away with shipping 30K troops to war, and the country sort of looks the other way, but it was the other way, but it was OUTRAGE when Bush did it. OUTRAGE when Bush did it.

I don't like Bush, and I don't like Obama.  Palin is hysterical and amusing, so I have to like her for that.  McCain is old and dead.  Our VP... god, who IS our VP again? VP... god, who IS our VP again?  Oh yeah.  That bland Biden fellow.  What's he doing, anything?  Probably not.  Politicians are worthless.  Our government is bordering on worthless.  I'd vote it away completely if I could.  It makes me cry, seeing all my rights slipping away.  My god, in some states, it would have been illegal for me to have had James at home like I did.  I can't even imagine being FORCED to go to a hospital.  I wouldn't have done it.  Not because I'm against hospitals, I'm not, I work at one.  I'm just stubborn, and if I decide to have my baby at home, your petty law books aren't going to stop me.  Also, my midwife was awesome.

You know the only person in politics I like?  Stephen Colbert.

You know what I really hate? Girls who complain that they *might* be pregnant. If you think you are, your probably not. If you REALLY think you are its quote simple to check. There is NO reason for you to even bring it up until you know for sure especially if you are stressed about it. If you turn out to not be preggo then you just alarmed others for no reason.

Thank you that is all.

Canada: Obama's America.

I'm glad everyone else is about to pay for my healthcare. I just ate an entire box of cheez it's and the stroke can't be far behind

This weekend was Tori's wedding. It was much nicer than mine. The after party could be summed up in one word: boobs.

The entire weekend contained a lot of booze/drunk. I didn't see my son all weekend, his grandparents kept him. So that was a bit weird, to be away from him for so long. My poor lactating boobs were definitely worse off for it.

Also he woke me up in the 8am hour today, as usual, but Adam woke me up at 6, so I guess I know where to dump the blame of me being tired.

It's so weird my friends are all getting domesticated. Married and babied up and what not. Tori and John have been together forever, but now they're married, and it just seems different somehow. Even though I didn't feel any different after I got married, and I don't think things between us changed at all.

Actually I really enjoy being married, and the more I see other people's relationships, especially military ones, the more I'm pleased with my own.

Today I bit into a small apple, stuck in the fridge for a bit, and then gave it to James for his mouth. He LOVES sucking on the cold apple, it helps his teeth and he always goes for the part I bit into, so he can get some flavor. Best teething toy I've found so far. He cries every time I take his apple away.

Why can't Oregon be outrageously luxurious???

I'm trying to find the fanciest place I can go either on the beach or at the mountain, for when Adam is home, but nothing looks good enough. Sure there are tons of log cabins up on the mountains I can rent, but I want servants included! I demand a maid and a masseuse. And a flat screen TV.

The mountain lodges seem to be catered to the more outdoorsey rugged type. I suppose that makes sense, since it's the freaking mountain and all, but what about those old people who just want to enjoy the pristine beauty or whatever? Surely they don't just shove them into a cabin covered in snow and let them slip and fall walking to dinner? Apparently they do.

The beach isn't proving much better. Cannon beach is probably the nicest around, but we did that last year, and I'd have to find a better place than where we stayed last time. Which was a suite at Tolovana Inn, so it's tricky to find something better.

Why doesn't Oregon have a huge resort somewhere where I can get a huge suite and a king sized bed and marble bathrooms and have in room massages and they'll give me a bottle of champagne when I arrive? Goddamnit economy, I want to fling money shamelessly into you, but you fail to provide.

I'm seriously considering just going to Tahoe for the weekend. At least that place knows how to take my money. Do I really want to spend Adam's vacation in the car that much though? I don't know.

Why don't I live convenient to Colorado? I bet Aspen doesn't treat their guests like Mt. Hood does. I bet their homepages don't showcase children skiing in bunny suits. I know I have a child and all, but I'm not looking for family friendly here. I want to eat off diamond encrusted dishes.

WHY do so many people schedule themselves for induction???

WHY WHY WHY?

I *hated* being pregnant. However much other people disliked pregnancy, I hated more x's infinity. But I would have NEVER allowed myself to be induced. It's not about convenience. If the baby wants to stay in there, the baby can stay in there! It's healthier and overall better for the baby!

I took castor oil, but only after I was 2 weeks overdue, and even then if that didn't work I would have never taken pitocin.

And being induced at 37 weeks?? WHY WHY WHY. THats not even full term! There's not even a medical necessity, they just "want to meet the baby!" ARRGGGGGGGGG. I just hope the pitocin makes the mother's labor 10000times worse than it would normally have been, and she cramps for weeks afterwards. Serves you right.

GOD. I hate some mothers. If you can't even commit to being pregnant for 40-41 weeks, HOW are you supposed to be qualified to raise a child for 18 years??

People suck. This is why I can't be totally anti-war. The less people we have, the less people there are to screw things up.

For those with bored eyes, here are some pictures of James making funny faces after eating his first food: organic pea & potato mush, and also a few of my wedding ring cuz it's pretty.

pics on flickr

Today was an ambitious day. I bought a baby food grinder type thing so I can make my own organic baby food. I'm probably going to be pretty anal about what I feed my baby. Only pure organic wholesome food for him.

I bought him a halloween costume too, a skeleton, because it was on sale for $5. Also because holidays rule.

I just made Adam buy me a diamond ring and now I have it on my finger! By that I mean I went in to the store and used Adam's money to pay off the ring we'd had on layaway since before he left.

But I have to take it back and get it sized. I just wanted to wear it for awhile first, since it's all paid off and MINE!

Also I bought the band today while I was there paying off the ring, but I won't get that for another few months until it's also fully paid off.

Also I love my ring so much. It's soooo sparkly. It will be even more blingy when I have the extra sparkly band to go with it.

This is VASTLY superior to the sparkly gold/yellow car I saw today, which looked like someone had puked up gold glitter.

I took pictures but they don't really do it justice. I'll post them later on anyway.

Now I must go give my ring back so they can size it so it stops falling off my finger. I won't get it back until wednesday. =(

Elvis Prestley - Burning Love = Best Song Ever?

SO CATCHY

Even Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman used that song. Best TV show ever?

We may never know. But I do (hint: the answer is yes)

If I am never heard from again it is because thus:

I really wanted to make perogies today. But then when I went into the kitchen I realized they were still in the plastic grocery bag from 2 days ago.. not in the freezer where they should have been placed.

But I'd already buttered the pan. So I'm eating 2 day at room temperature frozen food. Hopefully it does not give me SARS.

Adam is doing well locked away with the Army.

I am such an Army wife. I don't want Myspace to get ALL the pictures, so here's some.

( army pictures )

Apparently he is a "leader and a demonstrator" (his words) and gets to show all the new privates how to do crap. So that is kind of fun.

He will theoretically be here for 2-3 weeks around Christmas time, although I don't know the dates. I have an idea, but until it is made official I don't want to say.

It is kind of crazy to see how things have changed from 2 years ago at this time. I've grown up a lot.. which is not entirely a good thing. But it's how it is. I'm a mother now. My kid is biting my knees and giggling. Whatever floats his little boat.

Holy crap he's like the cutest kid ever though. Look at him be serious:



Almost as priceless as his teary eyes.

Hello internet besties! It is I, The Great One, having returned from my transcontinental travels!

I shall tell you all about it forthwirth, although after my harrowing journey home I hardly remember much detail in my headspace.

Amtrak is the most absurd and wonderful way to travel ever. Ever ever. Half the train was Amish, which I guess kind of makes sense, but then I started to suspect they weren't real Amish because they drank canned soda and used Kirkland baby wipes. I thought they shunned all technology? Wouldn't that include high fructose corn syrup and commercial baby wipes? But they did look very picturesque still with their bonnets and aprons and knitted clothes.

The other half of the train was filled with creepers and drunks. No joke. I made friends with Randall the Lounge Car attendant quite by accident, because he's a chummy guy, but then later when I went down for more food he was babysitting a drunk woman who wildly grabbed my baby and "mothered" it whilst I ate. Convenient, really, because I was sick of holding him.

Many strange things happened, although nothing too out of the ordinary for my life. I met a crazy lady at the very end who was full of woe from her 16 year old being pregnant and currently living with a 33 year old male who is not the father.

Amtrak is actually really comfy. The cars rock back and forth like a ship at sea and it lulled me into sleep every night by like 9. Outrageous, I know. After 3 days of traveling in the same outfit, I was actually jealous of everyone else continuing on to California (like the Amish). Amtrak DID have a "changing room" which is essentially a larger bathroom with a stool and mirror, but it didn't lock. How absurd is that? So I didn't change. The regular bathrooms are as small as plane bathrooms so that was a no go. Literally. I mostly didn't pee and I definitely didn't poo for the entire 3 days. This was partly because I didn't eat except when Randall gave me pity food because I was poor, and mostly because it was too inconvenient to go to the bathroom with a baby. So I didn't. My body is good at taking orders from me and doing as its told.

So. Onto the travels:
Disneyworld is fun, but Disneyland is better...except for the Candy Mountain ride, which Disneyland lacks. Step up, LA.

NY was fun and then funner once Justin took me to the fun parts of it and then less fun once I was alone and had to take my baby to a bar. No joke.

Getting home was the best part, minus the walk home at the end, because I was tired.

I feel the parts with Adam and that whole business deserve a post of their own, because it's too much to put into this one. Plus a lot happened.

I know I breezed over a lot, like the bits about me getting stranded and homelessed, but for now I need a shower and then I need to bathe my baby and by then it will probably be tomorrow.

Alas, I am returned. We can hang out.

Omg flying right effing now!!!!!!!!!! Delta and my iPod let me Internet up here. No hijakers apparent yet but captain did let me sit in the cockpit seat. Crying buckets gets you places. James is sound asleep.

I fly soon. In 48 hours, I will be in Atlanta. I WILL be in Atlanta. Or, if I'm having a streak of bad luck, stuck in a holding pattern above Atlanta. It is the busiest airport in the world. I'm flying right into the heart of the most planes in one area ever, and I'll probably be hungover by then.

I flew three times in 2007, and despite my paranoia I survived all 3 flights. Not to mention I've flown to Europe at least twice, but I think 3 times, maybe more. Never died. I'm cool with planes. Planes are cool.

I am so excited to see the father of my child again. I can't wait for him to see James.

So. 48 hours. Then the illusion of safety will be returned to me. In the meantime I'll continue my quiet freak out. At least I didn't flee by train but i SERIOUSLY considered it.

This is a pointless entry... weird. Maybe I should have used twitter instead. I could have said:

"Will travel. Need drugs."

So I didn't have many characters to work with on my ipod touch engraving. So I went with:

"Does this smell like chloroform to you?"

I am seriously considering giving this to Adam as a present, if I can find it in me to be that non-selfish, and as that's his favorite pick up line, I thought it'd be fitting.

If I do end up giving it to him I'll have to buy another one for me. But since this is the 32G one maybe I'll buy another 8G one or something... we'll see.

Also because I love buying things I bought like a billion accessories for it including a customized skin for it with a picture of James.

I also bought a purple light up fish tank and a fish today. Go me.

For now I am poor until Friday or so.

I'm going to buy an ipod touch.

I just can't figure out what I want to engrave on the back. Possibly a song quote because it plays music..

But maybe something funny would suite me more. Like "Demo model. Do not remove from store."

Ideas?

I will use my son to portray my feelings:

( how i feel )

Technology is supposed to make my life easier, except it doesn't, because it's all crap. I used to have ONE remote for everything.. my TV, my playstation, the dvd player... yay. Now I have 2. Also I hate my DVR.

Also I hate hulu. Also I hate gmail. Also I hate Windows XP. Also my speakers blew up so my computer doesn't get sound so I'm forced to use the ps3 to stream my netflix. I don't hate netflix. They use the old fashioned postal service. did K Cos play a postman once? someone did.

i am surrounded by piles of instruction manuals and troubleshooting screens and i'm pissed. i'm gunna leave this place of technology, get in my ghetto car, take my baby, and go eat.

Also I go see a psychiatrist on tuesday! I've never been to one, but I decided this flying thing just wasn't going to work without drugs. So I'm gunna go get me some valium or some kind of powerful anti anxiety knock you out dope you up pill that will end my misery long before a plane crash does. i hope she doesn't make me talk about my feelings... hopefully she's just in this for the money, and thus will just scribble out a prescription and send me on my way.

The intake form asked all these questions about my life... I didn't fill them out. I just said "N/A" really big and left it at that. After all I don't need to sort out my feelings about life in general, i just want to be doped up for 4 hours while I get myself to atlanta.


ETA: FU LJ! Even lj sucks. it won't let me properly upload my picture so i had to use myspace and now when i check the picture won't load.

http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=6891224&albumID=3023787&imageID=70372497 ---> that's the picture i was trying to use to prove my point. now i feel it is even more appropriate. hopefully it works on my flist..

I think I might have a problem with getting ahead of myself.

This is the first time in my entire life I haven't lived paycheck to paycheck. I deposited my paycheck two weeks ago, and didn't spent a single penny of it, and now I am paid again! I actually had enough money from Adam to pay all my bills, cover all my pointless spending, take care of James, and not dip into my paycheck at all. I love living off Adam's income. Housewifery suits me.

So then I went and looked at houses to buy.

I really just want to own the house I'm living in.

I'm picky though. If I'm staying in Oregon, I want to live somewhere nice, like on Blue Lake, or up in the hills of Clackamas or Happy Valley or West Linn. I don't want to go over the river and I refuse to live near downtown. I hate downtown. Up in Washington on a lot of acreage would be pretty cool too, because then I could load up on pets. 2 dogs seems so insufficient to me now.

If I leave Oregon I don't care too much about the location then because everything will be new and exciting. I wouldn't mind living in Montana. Or somewhere hot like Arizona. New Mexico is also very nice.

I guess it depends more on Adam though. Wherever the army sends him is where I'll go, unless it's someplace I don't like, and then I'll stay put here.

I know I can't really do anything until March when he's done with all his training and we know for sure what he'll be doing and if he ever has to go to war and whatnot. But I still like to look.

Also my son has turned into a little person. He went from this little blob man into a bald looking boy. I love him so much it's ridiculous and scary. Ridiculous because how is this even possible? And scary because now I have to worry for the rest of my life about my son. It's just so much responsibility that it gets to me sometimes, especially with Adam not around to help out.

I just find it bizarre that he's his own person... I made him, and now he's his own person. Maybe he won't like spicy food! I can't even imagine. what a shithead.

So my mom's cousin is a photographer, and she came over yesterday to take some (650 to be exact) pictures of James. She's sending them to me on a CD but she sent me a few previews. They came out really well.

James can't actually sit up on his own yet... so this picture is actually him sitting on the kitchen table, and me draping a black blanket over me and holding him at the waist, underneath the blanket. Amazing what you can do with an expensive camera, a cute baby, and a black blanket. Who needs to spend money on professional picture? Not me.