Rants from Me

My husband is traveling Mon-Thurs for his work, so I’ll be stuck with the little one until he gets back. I’ve decided for my own sanity to stay with my parents during this time.. 1.5 hour ride there, plus I’ll be dropping off my husband at the airport along the way. Still have to pack. Wish me luck!

i can be googled, therefore i am.: shamowow: r0bertbrowniejr: Yesterday my mom posted a picture on... »

shamowow:

r0bertbrowniejr:

Yesterday my mom posted a picture on Facebook of my 5 year old brother Sam wearing a pair of shoes he picked out for his first day of preschool.

She explained to him in the store that they were really made for girls. Sam then told her that he didn’t care…

I love this :)

Guide to clothes, by hole count

notch:

1 hole: Sock

2 holes: Leggings

3 holes: Underwear

4 holes: Shirt

(god, this blog is dying, isn’t it?)

bloody false alarm…

No, I’m not turning British here. I noticed when I changed the little guy sometime around 6 or 7AM this morning that his belly button has red crusties in it. Shoot, he’s been bleeding! His umbilical stump had fallen off a few days ago and it looked good, but now he’s bleeding all of a sudden. Not actively bleeding, but the crud concerned me. Called the pediatrician when the office opened and they were good enough to get me in at 11AM. Doctor looks at our son and says he looks fine, it’s healing. He said to be concerned if it starts leaking fluids (not blood), gets red, or gets swollen.

So, false alarm! I’m guessing it just got rubbed or something because the little guy has been easiest to calm down when he is laying belly down on your chest. Then, once he falls asleep we put him in his crib on his back. *shrug*

clientsfromhell:

A client has various business areas which are identified by acronyms, including LAP, EQP and FAP. They wanted some new online adverts made up. I asked what ideas they’d had for the text. This is what they came back with

FAP online (everyone is doing it)

FAP in schools

FAP for life.

Mandatory pest control..

Our apartment complex has regular mandatory pest control inspections/treatments in the kitchen. Unfortunately for the occupants, that requires completely emptying the kitchen cabinets and counters. And we got the notice yesterday that the pest control guy will be in tomorrow. So today I get the wonderful joy of trying to figure out where in the world I’m going to store everything until the deed is done. Sucks! Especially since my husband has a late meeting today, so I’m the one who gets to clean. And at the same time care for a fussy 2-week old. He’s quiet now and I’m about a quarter of the way done with the kitchen, but I’m taking a short break.. I’m tired and I wish I could be napping now instead of cleaning.

Ok, back to work! The sooner the deed is done, the sooner I can nap (in theory).

It has been a while.. A lot has happened.

The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

The Loneliest Whale in the World.

In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:

She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.

Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

Excited!

Either I go into labor today, OR I will be induced tomorrow at 1AM (ew, timing). Either way, this is going to happen!!! It is rather surreal.. I will be soooo glad to have my body back, but trying to picture the infant here at home is hard to do. Weird! Excited! *bounce!* Hope I can get some sleep tonight before heading to the hospital :)