We decided to spend the fourth this year being lazy, which ended up being the best possible way to spend it. The Peanut has suddenly developed a fear of his bedroom/crib, which means naps are a no-go and getting him to bed at night now involves letting him fall asleep in our bedroom, or on the green bean, and then carrying him in there once he’s out.
At first we wondered if he was sick, or teething, or was having attachment issues, or was afraid of the dark… through the process of elimination, we’ve established it has something to do with his crib. He hates elevators, so perhaps it’s small spaces that are now bothering him? Who knows. It’s very sad and frankly a huge pain in the butt.
We got him a 90 minute nap today by driving to a grocery store that was 30 minutes away. Ridiculous, yes, but highly necessary.
I came back from up north with little, red, blister-type bumps on my right index finger. There are probably 10-15 in all, very small and slightly itchy. I’ve been trying to figure out if I touched a weird plant or maybe a weird bug, but nothing comes to mind – and searching for “itchy red bumps on hand” on Google turns up some incredibly odd results.
One result was poison ivy, so then I looked up images of poison ivy.
Whatever you do, do not look up pictures of poison ivy in Google. You will be scarred.
My parents haven’t seen each other in a month and apparently, they missed each other. Ugh.
My sister flew out with my mom for the week, and driving home with them was very disturbing for her… but posting about it on Facebook? Good god, no. lol
I watch and read and listen to a lot of stuff… news, current events, TV, radio, etc. I like knowing what’s going on and I honestly think my brain thrives on a massive influx of information.
Over the years of reading the news, I’ve looked at pictures of “madmen” (serial killers, murderers, rapists, etc.) and often wondered if anyone around them knew it was coming. I’m not saying they could’ve stopped it, just if they wondered if that person was all there.
This morning CNN posted a video of the psycho from Norway who murdered 77 people (mostly teenagers). He entered his plea, “I acknowledge the acts but do not plead guilty, and I claim I was doing it in self-defense.” This is the first time I can remember looking at a picture or video of a serial killer and thinking, His eyes are absolutely, 100% those of a madman. And he is terrifying.
This is not the face of someone you could negotiate with. If he was targeting you, I don’t believe anything but lethal force would stop him.
Early, early this morning was our first experience with the Peanut getting sick. To the tune of projectile vomiting all over my mom. Thankfully my parents were here, because oy, it a) was disgusting and b) required all hands on deck. After a bath, he was back in his crib – but refusing to sleep until almost 3AM. Which meant none of us went to sleep until then… and then he was up at 7 with me and didn’t nap until past 10. Of course at that point he slept for four hours and we had to wake him up so he’d go to bed tonight.
So glad my parents were here, lol.
March 4th, 2012gag me
Your new commercial drives me insane. I don’t like Thousand Island dressing, so the idea of “swimming in a river of it” makes me want to hurl. Feel free to stop running it within 100 miles of my location.
There isn’t an Arby’s within 200 miles, so I don’t think you’ll miss out on revenue.
Early this week our dog killed a bunny.
Chop asked me last night why I hadn’t blogged about it, and I laughed—busy with work, blah blah. But the truth is, I’m still just so freaking disturbed by it.
He had taken her to the store (she loves the car) and on the way back in, two bunnies were bounding on the path. To our great surprise, she managed to grab one. Chop says she dropped it right away, but it was a baby (not much bigger than my hand, and I have tiny-Burger-King-commercial hands), and it didn’t make it.
By the time I got outside, it was in it’s death throes (seriously, so disturbing). So I picked it up (baby bunnies? soft, warm, cutest things alive) and we carried it to the backyard to bury it.
The rest of the evening was spent with me looking at the dog and thinking “bunny killer!” — I know she didn’t mean to, and I know it’s in dog’s nature, but still… tiny. baby. bunny. Pregnant-with-crazy-hormones over here doesn’t do well when cute little babies die.
Presently she is sleeping harmlessly on her bed, no hint of a killer in her cute puppy face, glad that it’s no longer blazingly hot and humid.
Personally, I see sex. Now, that could be because I’m “adult” or because I’m pregnant and horny, but still, dolphins? It took me a little while to see the damn dolphins.
From BoingBoing.net: “Scientific American is doing a whole issue on optical illusions and they’ve got a sampling up on their website as a slideshow. It’s interesting to see how some illusions are created by physical tricks of the eyes, while others are, apparently, psychological in nature. This illusion, for instance, is supposed to be influenced by the way sexual maturity changes your frame of mind—kids see dolphins and grown-ups see, well, sex.”
Does anyone else think it’s kinda ew that there’s a newspaper, opened to the sports section, sitting in the (co-ed) office bathroom?