Well, here we are, boys and girls. My new blog. I miss that Typepad one, I do, but it's better this way: cheaper, more private, and hey, look at that nifty star thing up top! I didn't have a nifty star thing before! These little things, they just send me.
I tried to think of something vastly important to write about for this first post. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anything - not because there isn't an important thing, but because there are too many. So here they are in four paragraphs or less:
Norah, my most wonderful and beautiful babycakes, has decided that being naked really isn't all that bad. Hence this picture of her butt. (Sorry, sweetie, but Mama had to put up something.) Before today, getting the baby naked was somewhere on par with setting the baby on fire, if you consider the howling and contortions and expressions of agony she went through, so this is a major step forward.
I have successfully stripped the ugly-ass wallpaper from our downstairs bathroom (if you were with me a few months ago, you know about the saga of the ugly-ass wallpaper, and you know that we had decided to leave the bathroom alone and learn to handle the brown with white and navy posies, because we couldn't deal with any more house work. Turns out my handling skills are zippo.) Now it's ripped-up drywall, but I have the necessary tools to fix it up, and so I shall continue.
Tonight is Rob's last night on call at the VA, a very special place where old soldiers go to get their drugs and hassle the nurses. I like the idea of it - after all, these old fellas were very brave and served their country and all - but between the management and the excessive paperwork, it sounds a little nutty over there. Needless to say, Rob is delighted about the prospect of rotating back to That Other Hospital, where the floors are shiny and it doesn't smell like old man skin.
I played a pretty funny game that I got from Adrienne (although it seems that several other people are playing it too) wherein you Google "[your name] needs" and see what comes up. Apparently, I need a wide variety of things, including your prayers for my Himalayan cat, a good home, a job, to escape from the forces of male oppression or something like that, and a creative outlet for my boundless energy. Outlet, indeed.
Posted in: on 10/18/2005 at at 8:45 PM