Queen of Rambles

Here’s your thousand words for tonight.

Hahahahahaha!

Don’t you wish I could just post a picture and call it good? I do. Then I could get some sleep. I am still going crazy over here and my feature article that was supposed to be so good is doing some major sucking and I hate it and want to stab it with an ice pick but that’s an improvement because I usually want to stab myself with an ice pick and this sentence would be good for my freshman class daily warm-up where we talk about commas and “super-commas” and run-on sentences.

So there.

This weekend Tora hosted a Pirate Party in honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day. What’s better than a Pirate Party? I really can’t think of anything. Even Christmas could be improved by pirate costumes. We all agreed that we wouldn’t post any pictures online from the party to protect anonymity so you’ll have to just enjoy the picture of the aftermath. Wouldn’t it have been hilarious if Erik actually would have worn that wig during the party? He wore it for about three seconds at home and was not impressed.

Tora gave him the bestest gift ever–an old telephone handset! When you are a techno-geek baby life just doesn’t get any better than your own piece of technology. He even went to sleep with it tucked under his arm.

There was a very scary moment at the party. I heard some people ask Mike how he knew Tora. I was across the room and couldn’t step in and say “we met through a mutual friend” (totally true, but no mention of the onlineness) so Mike starts blabbing about Livejournal. I willed the floor to open up and reveal a giant crocodile that would bite off his arm and distract everyone from the conversation. You don’t just go around all willy-nilly telling people about Livejournal. Bad Mikey! BAD BAD!

A few minutes later I about died when one of the guests came up and asked me for my LJ user name. I can open up to total strangers, but someone who is looking at me? Noooooo! Then she revealed herself as WendywooWHO! and I relaxed. I’d seen her name around. I’ve since had the chance to add her to my friend’s list and I’m so glad I did! It’s always a gamble with Friends Only journals because you never know what’s behind the magic door. A journal filled with inane quizzes? Fan fiction? Hot girl on girl porn? Tedious daily lists? So far I’ve only found totally cool scribblings on her journal, which was to be expected because she is very cool in person. I stuck my foot in my mouth at one point and told her it was interesting to meet her before I realized that “interesting” is often a code word for “bad.” It really WAS interesting though–in a fun way. I hope our paths cross again sometime.

Tora and Mr. Pines know how to throw a party! They convinced almost every single guest to lose their inhibitions and dress like a pirate (or manatee), not an easy feat with a bunch of adults I’d think. There was a hilarious Pirate Obstacle Course that I didn’t have to run because I was a “hander of things.” I handed things so well that my team won! Nevermind the fact that my team consisted of adults and the other team had several small children. We left right after we stole some chocolate covered booty from the chocolate fountain. Hmmmm. . . Maybe a chocolate fountain is really the fountain of youth? Mike, in true pirate fashion, absconded with two gold coins. He needs to be more aggressive if he hopes to ever be a rich pirate.

Let’s see. . . What other teasers did I throw your way?

Mama Drama? Can’t really write about that. Let’s just say someone is either totally psychotic or has very bad luck. I can’t decide which.

Erik talking? Maybe! He babbles constantly but I’ve never really gotten the sense that he is saying anything. Then yesterday he walked in with his hair brush and I swear it sounded like he said “I found my brush.” He walks around with his brush all the time and I think I have heard him say “brush” on more than one occasion. When we leave our apartment now it always sounds like he says “hej da!” which is Swedish for “bye-bye.” I think I’ve also heard him say “hello.” He doesn’t do any of these things with consistency, though, so it is hard to tell. I have been trying to read a little baby sign language book and I wish I had more time to devote to it. I feel like I’ve really dropped the ball by not working on the sign language thing earlier. I know a lot of people scoff at it, but if it really works I think it would be amazing. Erik doesn’t seem to have any interest in it at all even though we’ve been working on it for over two weeks.

When I took Erik in to the gym childcare today one of the new girls said “oh, there’s that crazy baby.” I guess I should have taken offense, but he IS crazy. I asked her what she meant, hoping she didn’t think he was mentally retarded because sometimes I wonder that myself, and she said “he just runs around everywhere and won’t hold still.” Welcome to my life, girl. I love that he runs around everywhere and won’t hold still. He is full of curiosity and has an adventurous spirit. He doesn’t let any obstacle get in his way. His poor legs look like we beat him because they’re covered with bruises. Chasing him down just wears me out. I am trying to spend as much time as possible with him outside and he likes to run off and try to climb up any set of stairs he can find. If working out at the gym doesn’t result in some weight loss, chasing after him should kick up the calorie burning process (and yes, I know I still owe a post about all the suggestions you guys gave me. I really do appreciate them all and a lot of the things you said were actually new to me).

I am way too lazy to post pictures, so I’ll just point you to Erik’s Blog which I am trying to keep updated now that I know my mom and Mike’s dad really do look at it. I put some new pictures up last week.

Ok, I gotta get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be a lot calmer and I’ll get to focus on finishing up my Mosaic Minds stuff. Also, I hope my head doesn’t actually implode during the night. I’ve never noticed before how delicate ears can be, but when you have on ear swollen to the size of a large grape you suddenly notice the perfect curves of the unaffected ear. I wonder if I am having a delayed reaction to the cheap pirate earring I wore on Sunday. All I know is my ear looks like it belongs on Sloth and that’s not pretty.

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