Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
This week's caption contest winners are:
Funnyrunner, with: "You will NEVER talk back to your parents... you should ALWAYS wear a condom before having sex...you will always do your best in school...always pour your mom another glass of wine when it gets low..."
Obladi Oblada, with: "At the 'Stepford Baby' programming center."
Here's your esteemed award!
Come back and play again tomorrow!
Look at you, roast, there in the oven. All... roasty and stuff. Just lying there, stewing in your own juices like some sort of disgusting creep. Covered in foil like some sixth-grader's science project. Keeping company with carrots and onions and potatoes. You should be hanging out with steaks and baby back ribs and cheeseburgers and stuff. Weirdo.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Posted by Heather Cherry
Monday, July 13, 2009
Look. At. Those cheeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's more detail on Piper's story, if you're interested. Christy was due on July 3rd. Well, July 3rd came and went. Christy started having some contractions early on last week but nothing major. They got checked out a couple times but it still wasn't time to have a baby. Finally on Thursday afternoon, July 9th, Christy began having strong contractions. Jake took her to the hospital, where her water broke in triage. At that time she was 100% effaced. She was admitted and we all headed up to the hospital.
We camped out in the waiting room and wait we did. We waited and we waited and we waited. We slept on the floor, just waiting for some news. The nurse would come out periodically and give us updates. Let me explain that Christy was determined to have this baby naturally. No epidural, no c-section. It was very important to her. We were all behind her on that.
The nurse would come out and say, "Okay, she's in the bathtub now." Or "She's dilated at a 6 or 7 now." One time she came out and told us that Jake and Christy were in the room dancing. Precious!
Anyhoo, Christy eventually got stuck at a 9. Things were not progressing. She was exhausted and in a lot of pain. It was decided that in order to avoid a c-section she would get a little Pitocin and a light drip of pain meds. The meds were not for Christy's pain but to give her a chance to rest. She slept for a couple hours and then woke up strenthened and ready to push. In all she was in labor about 27 hours and she pushed for 3 hours. In the end her contractions stopped so she ended up pushing by herself and got that baby out all on her own.
Piper Ann was born at 6:40 p.m. on Friday, July 10th. She weighed 8 pounds even. She was a week late. She had a small collapsed place in each lung and was taken to NICU about an hour after she got to spend some time with Mommy and Daddy. She's been in the NICU all weekend but we're hoping she'll get released from baby jail this afternoon or evening sometime.
She's my new most favoritest thing ever!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
I’m growing my hair back out… OFFICIALLY.
Today I stopped by Wendy’s to pick up a salad (I’m on a diet, people!) and as I paid and got my food the woman working there said to me, “Thank you, sir.”
I mean, I know I have short hair but in my defense I was wearing large hoop earrings, makeup, high heels, boobs. You know, stuff like that.
So… now I’m off to shave my mustache and drown my sorrows in chocolate chip ice cream on a waffle cone.
It was the summer of '67. A late storm was blowing through and folks were scattering, much like stuff that scatters. All the stores on Main Street closed up shop. It was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon but already the sky had darkened to a dusky hue. I stood under the awning outside Molly May's Bonnet Shoppe and cursed myself for leaving my umbrella at home. I ran for my car, charging through puddles without regard for my already ruined and soaked state.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Photo credit: Jamie Harmon, uberphoto.com
(I literally collected it. I had a makeup case full of my favorite candy. But much of the time I refused to eat it. Why? Because then I wouldn’t have it any longer. To eat.)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
An Open Letter to the Little Beh-Beh in My Sister-in-Law's Belleh
Dear Little Beh-Beh:
Dooooooooooooooood. Come out already. You were supposed to be out playing with me like, 3 days ago or something. Look, I know it's all comfy in there, squishy and soft and floaty and whatnot but have a little consideration for the rest of us out here in the world. Everyone's waiting, little dude (or dudette). Don't be rude.
Your Aunt Heather