Like sand through the hour glass

Life moves at an amazing pace these days. I have six weeks before I go back home. I guess I should probably buy a plane ticket. Sparky’s attendance is still up in the air. I’m hesitant to go without him, as I kinda miss the guy after a few days. The cats would be happy.

By the way, this is a good time for my real family – the royal family – to come into the picture and buy me a business class ticket home. The private jet would fine too. Just please, do not stick my five-and-a-half month pregnant ass in peasant class. I’ll be six-and-a-half months when I come home. Again, Princess needs an upgrade.

In good news there, I can still fit into my skinny jeans. Well, if I don’t button them up and use a rubber band to keep them together. I could button them up, but its really uncomfortable and for once its not because I ate a pint of b&j’s Phish Food.

In somewhat alarming news, my boobs are Katie Price sized and don’t seem to be slowing down. I expect a “Jen’s Boobs versus Godzilla” movie soon. Let me just say, my money is on my chest. I’m not liking it so much. I can’t wear any of my old tops without looking either totally slutty or well, totally slutty and that’s not the look I’m going for. I’ve had to fall back to the old tank top layering thing which makes me feel like I’m 400 pounds again.

A certain red-headed cat woke me up last Monday by knocking my grape-cranberry juice off my bedside table. That was fun at 5 am.

The next morning he woke me up with no-longer impacted anal sac stuff on my hand and forehead. I tried to scoot him off the bed because he purrs too loud at 4 fucking am. He had the last laugh there. After my ewwwe panic “get it off of me” dance and scrubbing his stinky butt, he fell asleep in the warm spot I had left in the bed. For all of five second before his furry butt was flying off the bed. He actually had the nerve to look insulted. Oh and Sparky slept through the entire thing. (All the cats are toxo negative. I had them tested so Loki is totally safe.)

Had a girls day with Tat and it was lovely.

I got to take Twinkle Toes to Ikea for dinner and shopping. Taught her the correct way to sing “And the Winner Takes it All” – at the top of your lungs with dramatic hand movements and a big spin at the end. Man, I love that kid. She really understands how drama, when correctly applied, adds flavor to one’s life.

I took Sparky to the train so early today that I still had the veil of scaredy-ness on. I came back into the house alone and I swear I was in that subway scene in Mimic with Mira Sorvino. I could feel the giant cockroach like things watching me as I ran up the stairs to our apartment. It might have had something to do with the flickering green light coming from the elevator. Or my overactive imagination. Or giant cockroach things watching and waiting. They’ll come back out when I pick him up again tonight in front of the whorehouse at midnight. Either them or the serial killer stalking me or the ghost train pulled by the 12 horses galloping in the dark. I really need to move somewhere with more street lights and less nature.

Sarah Palin is a lying liar and I cannot believe she is in the position she’s in. It KILLS me. Sarah does not represent the women of America I’m familiar with. I went through more interviews and a stricter vetting process to scoop ice cream at Thrifty’s when I was 14. (And yes, I abused my power. I never paid a dime for those 10 cent ice cream cones at all that summer.) She has become a button Sparky likes to push with me as it always gets a reaction. Usually of the teeth grinding variety. I just want this election to be over. I can’t stand the not-knowing – is the country I love is going to be sacrificed yet again to dim-witted voters who just want to feel as if they are represented by someone they feel is “just like them”. Idiots. I don’t care how you “feel”. Get a therapist. We need a leader who is smarter than we are. Really. NO, really. This isn’t reality TV, people. It’s reality.

I can’t eat enough grapes or pineapple. Nothing tastes better to me these days. Or grilled cheese sandwiches. Yum.

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “Like sand through the hour glass

  1. Oh, creepy crawlies, I hate that stuff. My hubby sleeps through anything and everything (I still sometimes wonder how on earth he used to be a cop!)
    I’d give you an upgrade, no way a preggo lady should be stuck in steerage. Work the counter when you arrive at the airport, you never know. If it works let me know, I’d love to upgrade myself in Feb and leave the kiddos and hubby in steerage 🙂

  2. I couldn’t agree more about Palin. ANd I can’t believe 38 percent of the population really see her as qualified. I guess those folks wouldn’t hesitate for Mickey Mouse either!

  3. Please tell me it’s not true- that there really aren’t people who view Palin as a role model and as qualified for her position. I find her an insult by the Republican party to women everywhere.

  4. man, that ghost train sure is hunting you, hm?

    we booked for “home” a couple days ago and i hope it’ll be a bit more comfy this time because seatguru.com says that airfrance has about 5” more seat-width than KLM… and since i’m gonna go by myself (C will go a week earlier to give me a break from hillbilly-family-time) i totally plan on working the counter up to the minute i step on the plane. i’m sure your preggo self will not have a problem getting an upgrade. didn’t you tell me all the ways to do it? fingers crossed!

    PS: how old is that building?

  5. Geez, this is the first time I stopped by but now I’m really sorry to have missed out on all that fun in Bremen… it would’ve been nice to meet you and share all that fun pregnancy stuff we’re both going through now.

    As far as the flight goes, fly Lufthansa and let everyone know you’ve got a baby in that belly (if they can’t see it yet). I went at 4 months and got superstar treatment (including a nap in the super comfy flight attendants’ chair when my back started to hurt).

  6. I love that giant cockroaches and anal sacs lead right into Sarah Palin. She must really grind your gears if all those are in the same category. Have you taken that flight already. If you are showing, then milk the enciente. You will totally get upgraded.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s