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I kind of like this dress but I worry that I would like like an effin' sofa. This is the risk of a pregnant woman wearing prints. I don't want someone to put pillows on me and think I would be good for a nap or try and put me near an end table to give the room flow.
I took Senor Onion to the children's museum this morning. His favorite part was the child-sized grocery store. He "bought" a steak the size of his head, some gouda, black beans, ice cream, bread, chocolate milk, watermelon and crackers. He knows what is good. He also drove a bus and a fire truck, played on a slide and got to pretend he ran a mexican restaurant. A good time was had by all. He even got to look at the Space Needle, or as he calls it, "Space Noodle!" The rest of the afternoon was spent playing outdoors. I had the fun of experiencing severe round ligament pain. I don't know if I forgot how uncomfortable it is or if it is more pronounced this go around. But it isn't big fun.
Today I was at the post office and that particular post office is located in an area where there is a lot of gang activity, the occasional shooting and general mayhem. Since there was a line and it was right by the picture window, I was able to watch as some drug dealers were kind of playing a game with the police who would follow them. The drug dealers would slowly meander as if they were enjoying the scenery and the cops would slowly drive their car a little more forward. I think what bothered me most about the drug dealers was the fact that one of them obviously had their small child hanging out in their car. Now that drug dealer may be an attentive parent the rest of the time (and obviously child-care isn't exactly provided when you are self-employed in that particular line of work. Imagine asking for that benefit if you were working for some drug-king. "Yeah I want a 30 percent cut and subsidized childcare.") But it was the sort of thing that gave me a nice tight anxious feeling in my chest. At least the kid had a quality car seat. But christ, how hard is it to find someone to watch your kid while you sell some crack??? That is my judgmental parental thought of the day. Though I suppose it is better than being like Nancy on Weeds. Even though her kids were older, she was still being a pretty neglectful parent while she was out shilling weed and whoring it up. (the character really needs to wear some pants now and then)
Tonight for dinner I made chicken pie. It was popular. I am still feeling antsy. I have projects. I have books to read. I have stuff to do. But I feel like I need more to occupy myself with. Obviously this is hilarious to other Mothers. I am glad I can provide amusement. Tomorrow I will go grocery shopping. That will hold me for awhile. Maybe I should teach myself esperanto or how to tie a bajillion different knots. In case I ever want to become a sailor. I know a few sailor's knots that I picked up when I learned to sail.
What am I blathering on about. Time to go to bed Gennie
I took Senor Onion to the children's museum this morning. His favorite part was the child-sized grocery store. He "bought" a steak the size of his head, some gouda, black beans, ice cream, bread, chocolate milk, watermelon and crackers. He knows what is good. He also drove a bus and a fire truck, played on a slide and got to pretend he ran a mexican restaurant. A good time was had by all. He even got to look at the Space Needle, or as he calls it, "Space Noodle!" The rest of the afternoon was spent playing outdoors. I had the fun of experiencing severe round ligament pain. I don't know if I forgot how uncomfortable it is or if it is more pronounced this go around. But it isn't big fun.
Today I was at the post office and that particular post office is located in an area where there is a lot of gang activity, the occasional shooting and general mayhem. Since there was a line and it was right by the picture window, I was able to watch as some drug dealers were kind of playing a game with the police who would follow them. The drug dealers would slowly meander as if they were enjoying the scenery and the cops would slowly drive their car a little more forward. I think what bothered me most about the drug dealers was the fact that one of them obviously had their small child hanging out in their car. Now that drug dealer may be an attentive parent the rest of the time (and obviously child-care isn't exactly provided when you are self-employed in that particular line of work. Imagine asking for that benefit if you were working for some drug-king. "Yeah I want a 30 percent cut and subsidized childcare.") But it was the sort of thing that gave me a nice tight anxious feeling in my chest. At least the kid had a quality car seat. But christ, how hard is it to find someone to watch your kid while you sell some crack??? That is my judgmental parental thought of the day. Though I suppose it is better than being like Nancy on Weeds. Even though her kids were older, she was still being a pretty neglectful parent while she was out shilling weed and whoring it up. (the character really needs to wear some pants now and then)
Tonight for dinner I made chicken pie. It was popular. I am still feeling antsy. I have projects. I have books to read. I have stuff to do. But I feel like I need more to occupy myself with. Obviously this is hilarious to other Mothers. I am glad I can provide amusement. Tomorrow I will go grocery shopping. That will hold me for awhile. Maybe I should teach myself esperanto or how to tie a bajillion different knots. In case I ever want to become a sailor. I know a few sailor's knots that I picked up when I learned to sail.
What am I blathering on about. Time to go to bed Gennie
