good luck Steph. If that church is anything like the one I grew up in, being drunk will make you fit in with the Monsignor (sp?).

BT, thanks for the reminder on ANZAC day. It's my Canberra friends b-day. Sent him wishes.

Clearly Shir wasn't fooled by the "royal we". Yup, she is a smart one.

I've been here 30 min. Still no UPS.

Have fun, Steph!

Excited for the pending baby arrival! Having extra hands around will be wonderful. I was quite grateful for the extended family visits when the boys were babies.

The second set is because I am over 40

Ah yes, they called my pregnancies geriatric. Most of the extra medical attention was eyerolly.

Hey, all. I have been pretty grey - my internet is pretty much in the crapper, so it's no go for me. Just wanted to pop in and say hey, I'm not dead, I miss y'all and I am happy and still dating the guy I was talking about the last time.

Very happy still. Hee.

Apparently 2 margaritas before bed is an excellent cure for insomnia. I may have to test this new theory tonight to be sure.

Well, you know the results won't be scientifically valid unless they're replicable.

I think this situation calls for a group of peers to test out your theory in their own environments. Come on, you guys, it's for science.

I like the way you think, brenda!

they called my pregnancies geriatric

Over 40 is now called advanced maternal age. The second set of high risk doctors give me a sonogram every week to check blood flow to the baby and make sure my old arteries are keeping up with his/her needs. They look at the arteries, I think it's cool that we can see that s/he has hair and get 3D pictures. So not eyerolly, but still another appointment to schlep myself to every Tuesday.

I'm looking forward to the birth of new buffista sprog, and the posting of more baby pictures.

And now, I'm gonna write a paper. On a Saturday.

You and me both, Shir.

Good morning- it's a beautiful day here, which is nice. What is not so nice is, in addition to being wildly inconvenienced by the city pouring concrete sidewalks on our street, a group of punk ass kids decided it would be a great idea to leave their mark on the sidewalk in front of our house. No one else's! So we had three giant sets of initials to deal with this morning. Tom is PISSED.

Since the cement is still relatively fresh (though dry) we were able to sand it down some, and hopefully the elements will take care of the rest. Although the sidewalk is still far from pristine, at least the vandalism is not quite so raw and obvious.

Tom thinks we were targeted intentionally, but I have no idea why- I/we have had pretty much ZERO interaction with anyone between the ages of 5 and 25 since we moved in here! The only thing I can think of are the various driveway blocking shenanigans (3)- one ended with a call to the cops, who found the parker and had him move (no ticket or tow), one where Tom spoke to the person as they left, and one where we left a somewhat annoyed note. (that person was completely in front of our driveway, not just hanging out over one side.)

Maybe one of the kids was a parking idiot we had to school.

And now, I'm gonna write a paper. On a Saturday.

You and me both, Shir.

Me three! Actually, I'm going to attempt TWO papers today. We'll see how that goes.

Nora, that SUCKS. What idiots.