Despite obvious lack of attention to this blog, I am indeed alive. School, work, family, and trying to be emotionally healthy can really take a toll on a girl's blog-writing efforts!
So to the 3 followers of my meek and humble blog, have faith...I shall return :)
Monday, October 18, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
MOVIES DO NOT SOLVE PROBLEMS or.... The Adventures of the Avatards and How They Wasted Nearly Three Hours of Their Lives
On December 18, 2009 our lives changed forever.
The epic movie Avatar was released....
(cue dramatic music)
First off, I have not seen the film. Honestly at this point, I have had so much Avatar-related propaganda shoved down my throat that I could probably crap blue right now. What is absolutely infuriating me at this point is that after seeing this movie, audience members are expressing profound depression and/or suicidal thoughts. This depression is being reported as being caused by a few different reasons: A: The beauty of the fictional world Pandora is so riveting that our real world pales in comparison; B: The exploitation of an indigenous culture for economical reasons is absolutely devastating (don't worry about the Native Americans); C: These are the same people who get stirred up over any trend (see Tickle Me Elmo, 9/11, Barack Obama, going "green," or the economy) and are just waiting for the chance to be sad, depressed, melancholic, or down in the dumps. This has become such a pressing issue that blogs and threads and all sorts of Internet-related journals are being created to document all the people and their deep emotional feelings about this movie.
These links have articles regarding this new phenomenon:
http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Movies/01/11/avatar.movie.blues/index.html
http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/news-by-industry/et-cetera/Avatar-driving-us-to-suicide-say-fans/articleshow/5436823.cms
REALLY!?!??!! A MOVIE makes you want to die? I'm curious as to how you've made it this long! Once again, I would remind you that I have not seen the movie. I have heard that the special effects are absolutely breathtaking. I would also remind you that these are special effects done by a computer. You cannot go live in this beautiful world with these giant Smurfs. You cannot fall in love with one of them like the wheelchair-bound Marine did. You cannot stop the evil military from taking what they feel is rightfully theirs. What you can do, however, is get off your pseudo-depressed duffs and go do something with your life. Go connect with someone who has real depression and real suicidal thoughts. Go start a cult, those always end well. Go to a therapist. Go see another movie and get worked up about that.
The epic movie Avatar was released....
(cue dramatic music)
First off, I have not seen the film. Honestly at this point, I have had so much Avatar-related propaganda shoved down my throat that I could probably crap blue right now. What is absolutely infuriating me at this point is that after seeing this movie, audience members are expressing profound depression and/or suicidal thoughts. This depression is being reported as being caused by a few different reasons: A: The beauty of the fictional world Pandora is so riveting that our real world pales in comparison; B: The exploitation of an indigenous culture for economical reasons is absolutely devastating (don't worry about the Native Americans); C: These are the same people who get stirred up over any trend (see Tickle Me Elmo, 9/11, Barack Obama, going "green," or the economy) and are just waiting for the chance to be sad, depressed, melancholic, or down in the dumps. This has become such a pressing issue that blogs and threads and all sorts of Internet-related journals are being created to document all the people and their deep emotional feelings about this movie.
These links have articles regarding this new phenomenon:
http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/Movies/01/11/avatar.movie.blues/index.html
http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/news-by-industry/et-cetera/Avatar-driving-us-to-suicide-say-fans/articleshow/5436823.cms
REALLY!?!??!! A MOVIE makes you want to die? I'm curious as to how you've made it this long! Once again, I would remind you that I have not seen the movie. I have heard that the special effects are absolutely breathtaking. I would also remind you that these are special effects done by a computer. You cannot go live in this beautiful world with these giant Smurfs. You cannot fall in love with one of them like the wheelchair-bound Marine did. You cannot stop the evil military from taking what they feel is rightfully theirs. What you can do, however, is get off your pseudo-depressed duffs and go do something with your life. Go connect with someone who has real depression and real suicidal thoughts. Go start a cult, those always end well. Go to a therapist. Go see another movie and get worked up about that.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Countdown Continues....
Here I am, less than 2 weeks until my due date and I am feeling less like an Earth-mother life-bringing vessel and more like a beached whale addicted to graham crackers, pudding, and Otter pops. Time is dwindling and I question every cramp, contraction, ache, and twinge. You would think this is my first time around!
I am getting to the point where this pregnancy is irritating me. Please don't think I am referring to the awesome bundle of life growing inside of me who is intent on destroying my ribs/bladder/intenstinal tract. He's incredible and amazing. Just the state of being pregnant is getting old. A woman is pregnant for 40 weeks, which for everyone else is approximately 10 months. That is 2 months shy of an entire year. That is 280 days out of 365 days in which you are crying, laughing, vomiting, burping, yelling, farting, sobbing hysterically, hurting, eating like a champion, crying, sleeping, not sleeping, eating, leaking various body fluids for various reasons, vomiting, crying, and Lord knows what else. Of course, if you go over your due date, please feel free to add the necessary extra days you get to do all this fun stuff. No longer do people tell me hello. Standard greeting is: "ARE YOU STILL PREGNANT?!" or "When are you due again? Boy, time sure flies!" My response usually is: "Yep, still pregnant... thanks for reminding me." or "Time does not fly on this side of the uterus, thank you very much." At this point in time, all I can think about is being pregnant...it would be very nice if someone could talk to me about some non-maternity related topic. Topics of interest could include: flowers, pirates, books, house remodeling, music, juggling, fire-eating, cooking, French Canadians, and/or how much AT&T sucks.
I'm sure some of you at this point are going, "Silly Kate, she's done this before. Why is she complaining???" I assure you that the first pregnancy was definitely not like this and I'm beginning to feel like I was duped! No one told me that the more pregnancies you have, the more pregnant you feel! One could say that I brought this upon myself for bragging so much that my first pregnancy was "sooooo easy." I am not accepting responsibility. I would like to think that the Universe/Cosmos/some vengeful maternity god is out to get me for reasons beyond my control.
So ends my rant on all maternity-related items. Stay tuned for more tongue-in-cheek nonsense. :)
I am getting to the point where this pregnancy is irritating me. Please don't think I am referring to the awesome bundle of life growing inside of me who is intent on destroying my ribs/bladder/intenstinal tract. He's incredible and amazing. Just the state of being pregnant is getting old. A woman is pregnant for 40 weeks, which for everyone else is approximately 10 months. That is 2 months shy of an entire year. That is 280 days out of 365 days in which you are crying, laughing, vomiting, burping, yelling, farting, sobbing hysterically, hurting, eating like a champion, crying, sleeping, not sleeping, eating, leaking various body fluids for various reasons, vomiting, crying, and Lord knows what else. Of course, if you go over your due date, please feel free to add the necessary extra days you get to do all this fun stuff. No longer do people tell me hello. Standard greeting is: "ARE YOU STILL PREGNANT?!" or "When are you due again? Boy, time sure flies!" My response usually is: "Yep, still pregnant... thanks for reminding me." or "Time does not fly on this side of the uterus, thank you very much." At this point in time, all I can think about is being pregnant...it would be very nice if someone could talk to me about some non-maternity related topic. Topics of interest could include: flowers, pirates, books, house remodeling, music, juggling, fire-eating, cooking, French Canadians, and/or how much AT&T sucks.
I'm sure some of you at this point are going, "Silly Kate, she's done this before. Why is she complaining???" I assure you that the first pregnancy was definitely not like this and I'm beginning to feel like I was duped! No one told me that the more pregnancies you have, the more pregnant you feel! One could say that I brought this upon myself for bragging so much that my first pregnancy was "sooooo easy." I am not accepting responsibility. I would like to think that the Universe/Cosmos/some vengeful maternity god is out to get me for reasons beyond my control.
So ends my rant on all maternity-related items. Stay tuned for more tongue-in-cheek nonsense. :)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Random pet peeves...
DISCLAIMER: These are MY pet peeves. Some of these might be
inflammatory to readers. This is how I feel. If you don't agree,
then I'm sorry. If you do agree, then yay, I'm not alone! :)
-Strangers/customer service people using terms of endearment (honey, dear, sweetie, pookiesnookums). I don't know you, I may not be as sweet as you think.
-Visitors/customers/co-workers who speak to me like I should qualify for the Special Olympics based solely on the fact that I answer phones for a living.
-People who live up to the receptionist stereotype.. take some pride in your work, people!
-Unattended, uncontrollable, rambunctious children in any kind of public environment. Parents: this is why single people hate children.
-Women with ample bosoms who do not cover them up properly and then wonder aloud why they're getting negative sexual attention.
-Wal-Mart
-Television networks who cancel great shows without a simple explanation to its viewers/fans.
-Morning radio shows that don't play a single speck of music for 4 hours...I hear enough talking all day at work; all I want are some rockin jams on the drive in.
-School district/daycare employees who would probably not even qualify for a job at the DI/Savers/mowing lawns/McDonalds based on intellect. These people are in charge of educating my child & I don't think I'd trust them with cooking my hamburger!
-Drive-thru employees who ask if that's everything after I have told them (once or TWICE) that is all I want. I understand your job sucks, but please pay attention to what I'm saying so it looks like you actually care about what you do.
-Raising the minimum wage, then raising grocery, gas, and restaurant prices, and then wondering why the economy still sucks.
-People who abuse state/Federal aid in lieu of working like everyone else. That is meant to be a temporary fix, not a permanent solution.
-People who have a higher level of education (Master's, Doctorate, etc.) and have the manners/intellect/demeanor of a pissant. You and/or the government spent a lot of money on your education, use it.
-People who have a lower level of education and have the manners/intellect/demeanor of a pissant. You do not have to conform to the drunken white-trash stereotype, rise above.
-The meat/cheese toppings to lettuce ratio in a salad. Will it really bankrupt an eating establishment to fork out a little extra? I won't mind if you charge me .50 extra so I can actually see shrimp in my salad.
-The Green Movement: Shouldn't we have been doing this 20 years ago?
-Dog hair: IT'S EVERYWHERE.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
7 weeks to go....
Your pregnancy: 33 weeks
How your baby's growing:
This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark. He's rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren't fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. (The pressure on the head during birth is so intense that many babies are born with a conehead-like appearance.) These bones don't entirely fuse until early adulthood, so they can grow as his brain and other tissue expands during infancy and childhood.
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It hit me yesterday that I am going to be having a BABY NEXT MONTH. O.M.G!! I am not prepared in the slightest. Husband and I had a long talk yesterday and I think I'm calmer about it than I was. The little dude is coming no matter how prepared or unprepared we are, so we might as well just deal with it. I was able to get a couple little things done last night so I feel better.
It's just bizarre... I had just gotten used to the fact that I'm a mom of a 6 year old little girl and now we're throwing a BABY into the picture??? Oy vey, I'm gonna need counseling ;)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
How in the world do you pronounce jicama?
Your pregnancy: 32 weeks
By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she'll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth.
8 MORE WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she'll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth.
8 MORE WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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