So, we've had a flurry of photo sharing here at the MSNBCasey News Station. Here's the latest picture in the drama...Our baby, aged 8 weeks 5 days.
For those of us who are ultrasound challenged, myself included, I'll give you the run down. The bigish blackish kidney shaped thing is a uterus. The little grey wad inside of the kidney shape is the baby, and one little star is the top of it's head, the other is the base of it's butt. I don't know which is which.
I don't know what kind of mother I am...I can't tell the baby's head from it's ass...Hopefully this will improve with time.
In other news, 14lbs down since August. Doctor gave me a stern "Eat more, and then don't vomit." lecture. Right. I'll get on that.
Next appointment Oct 25th 11am.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Guido Is Home!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay!
Finally, after over a month of sunning, swimming, boating and beaching, Guido has returned to the swamp.
As you can see by the position of his ears, he's not at all pleased with the whole picture taking episode.
He's so cool. I lubs me some Guido.
Finally, after over a month of sunning, swimming, boating and beaching, Guido has returned to the swamp.
As you can see by the position of his ears, he's not at all pleased with the whole picture taking episode.
He's so cool. I lubs me some Guido.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Shameless Hit For Money
Hello, beloved blog readers.
Since I know that you love the news brought to you by the MSNBCasey News Station, I know that none of you will have a problem reaching deep into those pockets to pony up some fundage for our leukemia walk.
Your donation will go to the leukemia/lymphoma society, an absolutely fantastic organization that saved my mom's life.
Check out our donation website and her story here:
www.active.com/donate/ltnAlexan/ltnBurrows3
Now accepting all major credit cards and checks by mail!
Since I know that you love the news brought to you by the MSNBCasey News Station, I know that none of you will have a problem reaching deep into those pockets to pony up some fundage for our leukemia walk.
Your donation will go to the leukemia/lymphoma society, an absolutely fantastic organization that saved my mom's life.
Check out our donation website and her story here:
www.active.com/donate/ltnAlexan/ltnBurrows3
Now accepting all major credit cards and checks by mail!
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Ch-ch-ch-Ah-ah-ah
This morning, Evan worked from home, as he usually does, at least for a few hours. I was sitting on the bed, putting lotion on after my shower, when he came in the bedroom and announced "Your tree guy is in the backyard."
I looked up at him, and said "I don't have anyone coming to do work on the house this week.."
He looked perplexed and answered, "I was downstairs working on my computer, and when I looked up, there was a man in the backyard. He waved at me, so I assumed that he was here for something..."
ACK! There was a stranger in my backyard! AND HE WAVED AT MY HUSBAND!
How creepy.
So I made Evan stay home from work today, and I can't help but staring out the backdoor, waiting for some derranged stranger to emerge from the woods. Help. It's like a B-horror movie, all we need is the subtle anxious music in the background ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah...
I looked up at him, and said "I don't have anyone coming to do work on the house this week.."
He looked perplexed and answered, "I was downstairs working on my computer, and when I looked up, there was a man in the backyard. He waved at me, so I assumed that he was here for something..."
ACK! There was a stranger in my backyard! AND HE WAVED AT MY HUSBAND!
How creepy.
So I made Evan stay home from work today, and I can't help but staring out the backdoor, waiting for some derranged stranger to emerge from the woods. Help. It's like a B-horror movie, all we need is the subtle anxious music in the background ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Monday Monday
Today is setting itself up to be a crappy day.
Last Thursday, I had a new filling put in. Without novacaine. Kill me.
Friday night, it fell out as I bit into my sandwich. My sandwich on untoasted potato bread. My sandwich, which was so squishy, a 105 year old man without teeth could have gummed it down. That sandwich broke my new filling.
And so, I waited all weekend for the dentist to reopen, and now I have an 11:30 appointment to get my tooth drilled and filed again with no novacaine. The next step is a root canal. But so help me god, i'll pull the tooth out myself before i have a root canal without novacaine.
Is it Friday yet?
Last Thursday, I had a new filling put in. Without novacaine. Kill me.
Friday night, it fell out as I bit into my sandwich. My sandwich on untoasted potato bread. My sandwich, which was so squishy, a 105 year old man without teeth could have gummed it down. That sandwich broke my new filling.
And so, I waited all weekend for the dentist to reopen, and now I have an 11:30 appointment to get my tooth drilled and filed again with no novacaine. The next step is a root canal. But so help me god, i'll pull the tooth out myself before i have a root canal without novacaine.
Is it Friday yet?
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Whoohoo
Here you have it - the latest breaking story here at the MSNBCasey News Station. We'll be welcoming the newest reporter here May 5th, 2006.
Yup, Cinco de Mayo.
Yay :)
Yup, Cinco de Mayo.
Yay :)
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
And the sign says "Long-Haired Freaky People Need Not Apply"
Lauren, fully entrenched in her job search, has sent me this listing from Craig's List....It's too good not to share with the world:
Front Desk Position in Upscale Dental Office
Reply to: job-97292478@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-09-13, 3:08PM EDT
Seeking a professional for a permanent part time (approximately 30 hours/week) front desk position in a beautiful quality oriented Alexandria dental practice. We are looking for someone to grow with our practice long term.
Please be upbeat, organized, detail oriented and reliable. Previous experience working in a dental or medical office is a plus. Dentrix knowledge is preferred, however communication skills, attention to detail and a willingness and interest to learn are most important.
Slobs need not apply.
Please email resume or fax with cover letter to: 703-922-9101.
Job location is Alexandria
Compensation: Depends on Experience.
Telecommuting is ok.
This is a part-time job.
no -- Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
no -- Please, no phone calls about this job!
no -- Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
no -- Reposting this message elsewhere is NOT OK.
Front Desk Position in Upscale Dental Office
Reply to: job-97292478@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-09-13, 3:08PM EDT
Seeking a professional for a permanent part time (approximately 30 hours/week) front desk position in a beautiful quality oriented Alexandria dental practice. We are looking for someone to grow with our practice long term.
Please be upbeat, organized, detail oriented and reliable. Previous experience working in a dental or medical office is a plus. Dentrix knowledge is preferred, however communication skills, attention to detail and a willingness and interest to learn are most important.
Slobs need not apply.
Please email resume or fax with cover letter to: 703-922-9101.
Job location is Alexandria
Compensation: Depends on Experience.
Telecommuting is ok.
This is a part-time job.
no -- Principals only. Recruiters, please don't contact this job poster.
no -- Please, no phone calls about this job!
no -- Please do not contact job poster about other services, products or commercial interests.
no -- Reposting this message elsewhere is NOT OK.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Quick! To the BatCave!
So, last night Evan and I were settled in downstairs watching Law & Order, completely catatonic on the couch. I was wrapped up in my blanket, and he was sprawled out, feet up. The cicadas, as I'm sure I've mentioned before, are particularly bad around here, since we are in the jungle and all. Anyway, I've pretty much learned to tune out their hapless flights into the sliding glass door, and sibsequent sounds of frantically flapping wings as they trickle to the ground after said impact.
But last night I heard the distinct thud and wing flap from inside the God damned fire place. I nudged Evan to go get the stupid bug out, and toss it out the back door. He reluctantly got up, and opened our glass doors to the fireplace. But, how curious! There was nothing inside. He shrugged, and pulled the chains to close the doors and returned to his loafing position.
Just as the defense was making it's case for a clearly guilty S.O.B., this...this...this thing came hurdling itself at the TV. My first thought was wtf mate, that's the biggest cicada yet! When, hark! It wasn't a cicada! It was a bat!
And then there were two.
Two bats.
Flying in circles around the living room, flirting dangerously close with the ceiling fan. Evan, the brave soul that he is, exclaimed "What the fuck? I hate those things!" and promptly locked himself in the bathroom, where he so kindly yelled through the locked door "Babe, are you okay? You should get out of there."
I, of course, found the entire situation to be hysterical. My husband hiding in the bathroom, two bats swooping and flying around my house, and I had nothing to do but lay there like a slug and giggle.
I eventually convinced Evan to come out of the bathroom, and go up the steps and get himself a blanket or something, which he did. He emerged from his voyage to the guest room donning a yellow, pink and blue comforter, with flowers and butterflies on it -- very, very manly. I directed him to open up the sliding glass door and turn the light above it off, hoping the bats would fly into the darkness and outside. Meanwhile, I scooted up the steps to call my dad, to see exactly how one rids one's house of a bat parade.
My father answered the phone, half asleep, groggy, and listened to my wildly tell my tale of the bat invasion. And then he laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
He laughed so hard he had to set the phone down on the table. By the time he had come back, I was growing rather impatient, as I had to stand outside to use the cell phone**, and I was chilly in my PJ's. He said to get a towel, and toss it over the bat, and then bundle the whole package up, and flick it out the door. I nodded in agreement. This did, in fact, seem logical.
It seemed logical until we got downstairs with a towel and attempted to catch the bats. Bats, you see, are quick little bastards. And thrown towels are certainly less than graceful. Our efforts were fruitless, and in the end, we used Evans manly comforter covering and tacked it to the ceiling to block the bats from going up the stairs, and then we waited.
Eventually, (hopefully) the bats flew out the back door. There is no sign of them today.
Yet.
**in case I haven't told you, Costa Drive is where cell phone calls go to die. If you have ever wondered what happened to your dropped call, it's here. Hovering somewhere around my house. I make no claims to the whereabouts of the socks that get lost in the dryer though***
But last night I heard the distinct thud and wing flap from inside the God damned fire place. I nudged Evan to go get the stupid bug out, and toss it out the back door. He reluctantly got up, and opened our glass doors to the fireplace. But, how curious! There was nothing inside. He shrugged, and pulled the chains to close the doors and returned to his loafing position.
Just as the defense was making it's case for a clearly guilty S.O.B., this...this...this thing came hurdling itself at the TV. My first thought was wtf mate, that's the biggest cicada yet! When, hark! It wasn't a cicada! It was a bat!
And then there were two.
Two bats.
Flying in circles around the living room, flirting dangerously close with the ceiling fan. Evan, the brave soul that he is, exclaimed "What the fuck? I hate those things!" and promptly locked himself in the bathroom, where he so kindly yelled through the locked door "Babe, are you okay? You should get out of there."
I, of course, found the entire situation to be hysterical. My husband hiding in the bathroom, two bats swooping and flying around my house, and I had nothing to do but lay there like a slug and giggle.
I eventually convinced Evan to come out of the bathroom, and go up the steps and get himself a blanket or something, which he did. He emerged from his voyage to the guest room donning a yellow, pink and blue comforter, with flowers and butterflies on it -- very, very manly. I directed him to open up the sliding glass door and turn the light above it off, hoping the bats would fly into the darkness and outside. Meanwhile, I scooted up the steps to call my dad, to see exactly how one rids one's house of a bat parade.
My father answered the phone, half asleep, groggy, and listened to my wildly tell my tale of the bat invasion. And then he laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
He laughed so hard he had to set the phone down on the table. By the time he had come back, I was growing rather impatient, as I had to stand outside to use the cell phone**, and I was chilly in my PJ's. He said to get a towel, and toss it over the bat, and then bundle the whole package up, and flick it out the door. I nodded in agreement. This did, in fact, seem logical.
It seemed logical until we got downstairs with a towel and attempted to catch the bats. Bats, you see, are quick little bastards. And thrown towels are certainly less than graceful. Our efforts were fruitless, and in the end, we used Evans manly comforter covering and tacked it to the ceiling to block the bats from going up the stairs, and then we waited.
Eventually, (hopefully) the bats flew out the back door. There is no sign of them today.
Yet.
**in case I haven't told you, Costa Drive is where cell phone calls go to die. If you have ever wondered what happened to your dropped call, it's here. Hovering somewhere around my house. I make no claims to the whereabouts of the socks that get lost in the dryer though***
Friday, September 09, 2005
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Oi Vey
So let's see....To bring you up to speed about the living conditions here at the MSNBCasey News Station:
Electricity- Back on, thanks to the electrician. To the tune of $160.
Doorbell- New one installed. Ding's, but doesn't Dong.
Cabinets- 2 coats of primer, two coats of undercoat, and layer of crackler glaze applied. Today will be the true test, my friends.
Bug Situation- $580 bug/pest contract and I saw a spider cricket in the house last night. If Western Pest Services does not come here today, there will be many an angry letter coming soon.
Bug Situation (outside)- If these god damned cicadas don't go away soon I'm going to die. They're like sparrows they're so big, and they're dumb and rocks, throwing themselves against things like windows and lights. They're going to break something, and then I'm going to be REALLY unhappy.
Fish: All the fish and the frog made the move. Sadly, WannaHockALugie succumbed to the frog's wily advances and is no longer with us.
Family Situation- Margaret and Joe are still MIA from the French Quarter. Hope they get found soon - starting to worry.
So, I think that about brings everyone up to speed here. We are currently experiencing a breaking news story here at the station, will report ASAP.
This is MSNBCasey, signing out. Now to Dan, with the weather.....
Electricity- Back on, thanks to the electrician. To the tune of $160.
Doorbell- New one installed. Ding's, but doesn't Dong.
Cabinets- 2 coats of primer, two coats of undercoat, and layer of crackler glaze applied. Today will be the true test, my friends.
Bug Situation- $580 bug/pest contract and I saw a spider cricket in the house last night. If Western Pest Services does not come here today, there will be many an angry letter coming soon.
Bug Situation (outside)- If these god damned cicadas don't go away soon I'm going to die. They're like sparrows they're so big, and they're dumb and rocks, throwing themselves against things like windows and lights. They're going to break something, and then I'm going to be REALLY unhappy.
Fish: All the fish and the frog made the move. Sadly, WannaHockALugie succumbed to the frog's wily advances and is no longer with us.
Family Situation- Margaret and Joe are still MIA from the French Quarter. Hope they get found soon - starting to worry.
So, I think that about brings everyone up to speed here. We are currently experiencing a breaking news story here at the station, will report ASAP.
This is MSNBCasey, signing out. Now to Dan, with the weather.....
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