Queen of Rambles

My husband has left a cryptic message on the refrigerator. It’s a single word: abstinence. We have a magnetic poetry set, but haven’t used it since we moved here. Somehow, he had the desire to take out the little box of words and pull out that single sentiment. So what does it mean? He’s tired of being abstaining and wants some hot sex or he’s tired of being around a pregnant woman and plans to abstain for the rest of his life so he never has to deal with a pregnant woman again. It’s a true mystery.

The boy has a habit of communicating with me via the fridge magnets. Last time his message was a little easier to understand, though. Will you marry me can only be construed so many ways.

Today has been a busy one. I had a doctor’s appointment at noon and found out that I have probably just popped a blood vessel on my cervix and should not think I’m going to deliver early. I really do not like talking to the doctor about these issues. I guess that’s the person I should feel most comfortable talking to, and all the doctors are really great about being matter of fact and giving good answers, but I find it hard to spit out words like “discharge” in front of people. Yet I bare my soul to the entire Internet. I am a freak.

I am really not looking forward to making weekly drives into my doctor’s office. I don’t go next week, but the week after that I start weekly appointments until I deliver. Today I managed to miss my exit and go the wrong way on the beltway. I knew I didn’t want to do that, so I got off and turned around and got freaked out because it seemed like a guy in a white Ford pick-up was following me. I’m totally paranoid because our safety inspection and registration is expired and we are waiting for paperwork to go through so we can renew it. I knew he wasn’t a police officer, but I still thought he was going to get me. I managed to avoid him, but then ended up in a snarly traffic jam in middle of the afternoon. Fun! Why weren’t all those people at work?

Then I ran into the Evil Empire (Wal-Mart) to see if I could get a better quality phone. We’ve managed to get everything with the phone system to work except for call quality. We have static on the line. Lots of it. I can talk to someone when the A/C is off, but the second it turns on it becomes unbearable. Everything I’ve read about the problem says a good quality phone should fix it. We shall see. I bought a phone with all sorts of things I didn’t even know they made–echo cancellation, voice enhancing blah blah blah. It had to charge for six hours, so the moment of truth will happen after I post this entry. If that doesn’t work I don’t know what we are going to do because I am out of cell phone minutes for the next 10 days and I DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT want to give Verizon my business. I just wanted Vonage to work (Beck, don’t feel guilty! I did my research and it seems like it works really well for most people. Mike thinks we just have a disturbance of the Force in our apartment).

After I picked out the phone, I took a deep, deep breath and headed to the baby section. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but the baby section gives me anxiety problems. I can barely breathe when I walk through it. My eyes glaze over and I want to RUN RUN RUN FAST FAST FAST! There’s just too much stuff and I want to be a good mommy and buy good stuff for my kid, but I also want to be fiscally responsible and not buy unnecessary stuff. I want to strike the balance between bargain and nifty and I have no reference point for anything. I walked the aisles and forced myself to look at stuff and even put some little mittens and hats and baby wipes (Good Lord, I bought diaper wipes. I can’t breathe) into my basket. Then I walked down the stroller aisle just to compare their prices. I think I may have scored. I hope. Otherwise I am a fool. I bought a stroller! It was about $80 cheaper than the ones at Burlington Coat Factory, so I hope it doesn’t fall apart. It was the brand I wanted and I think it has the features I want, but how will I know???? I guess I won’t until I start using it. I am a little worried because Evenflo travel systems didn’t really get stellar reviews at amazon.com, but Graco did. I liked the Evenflo better and went for it. It has giraffes and lions on it. That is the important thing.

Then it was home again home again jiggety jog. I went and had a discussion with the office and have been promised that my problems will be fixed tomorrow. They better be. Life without a dishwasher is not so good, especially when the sink only has one basin instead of two.

I guess I shouldn’t complain too much about no dishwasher. I’ve been watching as much hurricane news as I can handle and can’t even imagine what those poor people down there must be thinking and feeling. It almost makes me sick when I think about it too much. I just can’t imagine being without food and water in that heat. I can’t imagine not having a place to use the bathroom and then fending off the violent criminals who seem to be out in force. I have no experience in emergency planning or anything else, but it seems to me like some of those situations should have been resolved by now. I don’t understand why the mayor has to issue a desperate SOS for the convention center. There are 20,000 people there and no one has figured out how to get them food and water yet? I know conditions are terrible, but it seems like there should be a little more organization than that. I don’t know. I just want to reach through my television and pull the people out to safety. I think the rescue workers are doing their best, but I don’t think they are getting the support and organization they need from the higher ups.

At least I’m not blaming the whole disaster on Dubya. I was in line at Quizno’s today and heard a guy saying that Bush is obviously behind the hurricane. He has resources that ordinary people can’t even imagine and he’s caused this disaster to divert attention from Iraq. I may be a liberal, but at least I’m not a loon.

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