Queen of Rambles

If you see a woman who looks like she’s pulled out clumps of her own hair, running around screaming and biting her own arms in frustration, that would be me. I am about to go frickety-frackety INSANE!

I got up really early this morning (about 5 ish) because I couldn’t sleep. Then Mike couldn’t find his bus stop, so I ran him down to the train station. I got home about 8ish and was ready to fall back in bed, but the roofers were here and they’ve been bang bang banging on my roof all morning long. I can’t concentrate on anything and I have lots of things that need my concentration today. The Mosaic Minds deadline is Thursday and I’m determined to have all my articles in on time to set a good example. We are short on poetry for this issue, so if you are a poet or know a poet, please consider submitting something. We also could use prose, creative non-fiction, or articles. Only the articles need to reflect the theme (Just a little. . . ).

Anyway!

My cell phone is also driving me to drink. It rings and tells me I have a voice mail. I follow the directions on the phone and hit send to listen. It goes to my voice mail and I leave myself a voice mail saying “Damn you! How do I check my frickety-fracking messages!” and then the phone rings again to tell me I have a message. Normally I’d just think they were wrong numbers or something, but today I’m waiting for a phone call from the cable guy and from the apartment complex. I NEED to take those calls.

Actually, I called the apartment complex again because I have maintenance issues to report and I don’t think the lady working there is very friendly. She was MUCH friendlier before we signed our lease. That’s the only bad thing that’s happened out here so far. We have issues though. They need to be resolved. Our automatic ice maker isn’t getting water. Our dishwasher isn’t dishing (as Annica would say). I don’t think it’s getting water. My toilet flap isn’t going down. The washing machine is only getting hot water. Issues! She told me how to maybe fix the dishwasher issue myself, so I crawled under the sink and turned knobs and am trying to run it again. I wanted to tell her that I am NOT a plumber. I don’t crawl under sinks. This is why we moved into an apartment instead of getting our own house. Sure, sure I can turn a knob, but I’m pregnant and can’t bend over.

I finally figured out how to access my cell phone provider’s FAQ and now I’ve figured out how to check my messages. Out of eight messages, there was one that didn’t involve random heavy breathing or me cursing. The guy said he was “Carl” and just wanted to talk, but I don’t think it was from the Carl I know because he sounded a lot different. Did you call my cell phone and leave me a message, Carl?

ARGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The roof banging! I can’t take it anymore! If I wasn’t expecting the cable man I would go far, far away. Today is supposed to be the last day of roof banging, so let’s all cross our fingers that they do their jobs and are gone tomorrow.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, I present The Belly. It’s so weird that on Saturday I didn’t really look pregnant at all and then on Sunday I had this giant pregnant belly. I got all sorts of fresh stretch marks to go along with it as well. I love being pregnant. At least I’m able to breathe a lot easier now and the heartburn has abated. Maybe we can go to the Tex-Mex restaurant down the street and see if they serve donkey meat, like the one down the street from us at our old place.

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