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.

Dear Arby’s,

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.

Thanks bunches!

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?

Bleh.

I don’t know why, but this is very creepy to me.

Very, very creepy.

Update: And now she’s hung up on me. She called to see how I was doing, I said better, blah blah, and then I said, see, I told you I didn’t have an STD. Yeah, it went downhill from there, with her saying she didn’t imply anything about either of us cheating (uh hi, yeah you did) and me saying, yes you did and her eventually hanging up on me. Fun. Freaking. Times.

Alright, so this might be TMI, but whatever, there’s a point.

So I’ve been feeling kinda crappy for the past few days, but then last night I was in agony. I figured out what it was (UTI), so I called my dad to have him call me in a couple of prescriptions. If you’ve ever had one, you know they suck hugely and meds are immediately required.

Alright, so my dad was actually going in to see a patient, so I ended up talking to my mom. She said she’s definitely have him call it in, blah blah, but THEN (and here is where it gets to the point) she said, “do you know how you got this?”

Now I’ve only gotten one before this, and that was last summer, but I did talk to my OBGYN about it a few months ago. She indicated it might be the constant condom use (the pain of not being able to take birth control), but unless the Chop wants a vasectomy right now, we’ll just have to deal and hopefully I won’t get too many.

Alright, so I said that to my mom and also that I’ve been really stressed (and therefor drinking a bit more) trying to launch this massive website (which, btw, I was doing the final push last night.. lovely time to want to die) and so that can also throw off your pH balance.

My mom, out of the blue, was all, are you sure it’s a UTI? Because it could be an STD.

WTF?

I say, no, I’m sure it’s a UTI. Where would I get an STD? (mind you, I’m chuckling at this) It’s not like Chop or I have any time to have any other relationship, we’re way too damn busy.

Well, she says, it’s the people who you don’t think have the time to have affairs that do it.

Again, WTF?

So I say, ah, yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s not cheating on me (nor I on him). And seriously Mom, you went from me saying I have a UTI to thinking I might have an STD that he caught from another woman?

Her response was something like, you never know and blah blah blah.

Yeah, I’ve now decided that my Mom, whom I adore, is either a) a little insane, b) thinks the worst of guys in general or c) thinks the worst of me and Chop. I know some of her issues have to do with affairs that have occurred in the family, but come on, it’s not like every man/woman is going to cheat on his/her spouse/partner.

I mean really, would your Mom make that leap?

Has anyone else seen this?

Are you as deeply disturbed as me? I can’t believe I didn’t read about this before now, as it was posted on May 15th.