tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51602812011-04-21T17:16:31.208-05:00All the news that bores the pants off anyone who cares.amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-23571682912906724242009-01-18T14:00:00.001-06:002009-01-18T14:00:56.056-06:00

Every time someone tells me how much they loved being pregnant, I want to punch her in the face. Really? You liked not being able to bend at the waist and having to go into a sumo stance just to pick something up off the floor? You thought indigestion and heartburn were fun? And let’s not forget the joyride that is the never ending bladder—immediately after peeing, you can already feel the

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"When I was a boy my grandfather died, and he was a sculptor. He was also a very kind man who had a lot of love to give the world, and he helped clean up the slum in our town; and he made toys for us and he did a million things in his lifetime; he was always busy with his hands. And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for all the things he did. I cried because

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I find myself thinking about my Grandpa a lot lately. Mostly just seeing things and thinking about how he would have reacted to them. Last night, for example, I cut up three pumpkins using a new technique that saved me all kinds of time and effort and couldn't help but think he would have been proud of me. When he and Grandma lived in Henderson, we would cut up our post-Halloween pumpkins and

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1125973938949556222005-09-05T21:28:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:43.232-06:00

Rest in peace Grandpa. I'll miss you.Oct. 4, 1920 - September 3, 2005

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My Grandparents, who live with my Aunt Cathy and Uncle Paul in the southwest corner of Arkansas, have bunny rabbits living in their house. They had two, but, as is often the case with rabbits, they very quickly had eleven. They have pared the litter down to two baby bunnies and the two parent bunnies. My nine-year-old first-cousin-once-removed (read: my cousin Rhonda's son), Bradley, told his Ag

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1094248233668934542004-09-03T16:19:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:43.087-06:00

I ran across these websites because I'm a quilter. I belong to this online quilting guild and people often post pictures of their finished products, links to interesting sites, etc. A lot of the time, I ignore these links because they tend to get tedious. There is this one woman who, it seems, has nothing better to do than to post ten to fifteen times a day with links to all sorts of quilting

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1091851657647750492004-08-06T23:06:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:42.989-06:00

This land is MY land. (play the video - duh!)

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I've always been interested in Stonehenge, the huge pile of stones in England that have confused and confounded people throughout history. This guy thinks he might have figured out how they got there. I think he may be on to something.

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1086874531197922702004-06-10T08:31:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:42.813-06:00

Apparently, when we got our first sonogram about 3 months ago, they changed the due date for Harrison. They neglected to tell us this, and so I've been happily going about thinking that he'd be here the 19th of July. At my last appointment, they did another sonogram to measure him because they though he was running too large for his time, and said that his due date was consistent "with the July

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So I've got this baby shower coming up this weekend and a few weeks ago I had a great idea. I've been holding on to this decorating magazine for ages--about five years, if I'm not mistaken--and have wanted to try this really cool wallpaper/anti-wallpaper treatment that's in it. Problem is, I'm remarkably lazy and not very motivated. Also, I had to paint paper that would eventually be used to

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So I've been reading this guy's webpage recently where he shares his philosophies on life and I've been comparing his ideas to my own ideas. He's got some interesting ways of seeing things and points out things that I might not have initially thought of myself. For example, he says that we learn, not only from the "wise" folk in our lives (teachers, mentors, etc.), but also from the "fools" (in

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1080616471002641382004-03-29T21:14:00.000-06:002006-11-10T23:56:42.578-06:00

I know these little "How far along" bars are getting obnoxious, but I can't seem to help myself. And as a pregnant woman who is full of raging hormones, frankly, I don't give a rat's booger if you're bored with them. It's cute, and dammit, that's enough for me. :)

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For the first time last night, I felt something "real" in this pregnancy. I've peed on the stick, but for all I know, both of the tests I took could have been defective. I've heard the heartbeat at my doctor's office, but for all I know, she could have the sounds programmed into the Dopplar machine she uses to hear the baby and could be simply placating the crazy lady (that would be me, if you

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The thing about being pregnant is that I pee now nearly every time I stand up. Literally. One could almost make a drinking game out of how many times I pee in an hour. It's one of those things I'm sure I'm going to look back on after this whole shooting match is over and laugh at quite a bit. Right now, I'm too busy peeing to laugh. The only other activities I regularly participate in are

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I have been told on more than one occasion lately that people don't check my blog regularly because I'm so infrequent in my posting. Irregular. Longwinded when I do post. It has been implied (although never actually said) that I merely blog as a "hobby," as opposed to the "serious" blogs of others. Whatever. I've thought about this for quite some time now, and now that I'm over being bugged

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1064036969488235912003-09-20T00:49:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:42.221-06:00

"We don't want an arm and a leg, just all your tows!" That's the slogan of the tow truck company that carried off my Taurus tonight after I had a wreck coming home from work. It all started a few days ago when Robert and I decided that since he had the longer drive to and from work, he should be driving the Tiburon, as it gets better gas milage. Therefore, I got to drive the Taurus, a nice,

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School starts Monday. I spent the better part of this week vainly attempting to get my shit together so that when the lovely little buggers come into my room next week, they'll have something to do. Alas, the blasted virus grabbed hold of my school's (as well as a good portion of the rest of the world, from what I hear) computers so we couldn't log on at all. So basiclly, I spent the week sifting

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1060831230071869442003-08-13T22:20:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:42.080-06:00

I now know why they call it the trots.

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A few months ago, Robert and I decided that we wanted to try fishing. As luck would have it, the state holds a 'no license day' (or whatever they call it) in June; it was the next weekend, so we went out on a boat with Robert's dad to try our luck. Nolan has an interesing knack for making a sport where you sit around and try to convince (admittedly not the smartest) animals to eat your food and,

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-1060462522792011572003-08-09T15:55:00.000-05:002006-11-10T23:56:41.917-06:00

Hee hee hee.

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So I'm at SuperTarget yesterday in Shreveport with my friend Tonia and her baby girl, Sarah. We had been over to visit the hospital at which Tonia and the baby had spent three months last year when Sarah was born three months early. The nurses oooohed and aaaahhed over her, quite justifiably, as she was born weighing not quite two pounds. Incidentally, if you ever have the experience of

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Random thoughts for the month: RE: Pregnancy I'm still planning on letting my husband impregnate me this year. Went to see Dr. Martin (how cool is that? My OB/GYN's name is Doc Martin!) a month ago about pre-pregnancy concerns. She gave lots of advice (apprently it's best to have sperm in the fighting arena before ovulation occurs--it can live up to 72 hours in there. Neat!) and lots of prenatal

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Robert suggested I keep a blog of our having a kid, so I guess that's what I'm doing here. Not that I'm pregnant yet--we'll save that kind of excitement for later. Right now, it's all about preparing. Reading up on the subject. (Will would be so proud of me--he reads about 10 books on any new endeavor he begins, and I can only imagine that, were he pregnant, he'd be reading What to Expect When

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-907916812003-03-15T23:03:00.000-06:002006-11-10T23:56:41.610-06:00

So I saw this sign today that made me laugh, just a little. I was driving through Tyler, or as I like to call it, the 7th Ring of Hell, with my little sister. We passed this car wash. Not the fancy type where you pay your money and someone goes off in your car, taking it though the tunnel, and then wiping it down, vacuuming it, etc. This was just the tunnel part, and you did any wiping down and

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-906780272003-03-13T18:33:00.000-06:002006-11-10T23:56:41.533-06:00

I'm home now, and can fully devote myself to this writing. Oh, the pressure. Everyone seems so witty. I mean, Robert's blog is all philosophical and still used the word "shit." Will's tells about homeless guys raking leaves and leaving grocery carts and stealing rakes (not to mention that puking story). What do I have to say of import? Hell, who even uses the word import anymore when importance

amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11605422952748418187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5160281.post-906565392003-03-13T11:41:00.000-06:002006-11-10T23:56:41.448-06:00

So everyone I know is blogging. Guess I'll give it a try, as well. Once upon a time, I wanted to be a writer, so this can't be that hard, can it? (insert irony fairies here) Will enter more later, when not at work.

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