Moving right along
This blog has been static for so long, I'm just going to consign it to the archives. Time to start over with a clean slate.
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This blog has been static for so long, I'm just going to consign it to the archives. Time to start over with a clean slate.
...am I encountering so many students who can neither spell nor construct a simple declarative sentence? On several of these papers, I cannot even comment on the content of the argument because I'm forced to clear up the following mysteries of writing:
In honor of the recently-passed holiday, a list of things (some more mundane than others) for which I am thankful:
Labels: milestones, the baby game
I have voted. You are too late. Please stop calling me.
That is all.
Labels: politics
Moments ago, as I was grading papers, I received a call, which turned out to be a recorded call from the Democratic party urging me to vote tomorrow. Before I had a chance to hang up, I got a call on the other line. Thinking it might be Joe calling to go to lunch, I switched lines.
It was another recorded call - this one from Zack Space, the Dem candidate for Congress from our district.
I was dying to figure out how I could connect the two recordings and just have them yammer away at each other for a while.
garden progress: Bupkus. Luckily, it is November so this is considered acceptable.
house progress: Well, the list keeps getting longer. That's progress of a sort, right?
what's for dinner? Chicken and Italian Sausage casserole, and most likely Brussels sprouts.
Labels: politics
Note: this post was originally begun on August 11, but was not posted until now for reasons that will soon become patently obvious. Also, those of you who are concerned about Too Much Information may wish to skip straight to the bottom.
Many months ago, Joe and I started trying (again - long story) to have a baby.
Three weeks ago, my Ob/Gyn informed me that I was only ovulating every other month (not in May, yes in June, not in July, etc.), and that when I was the eggs were not viable. As a result, my likelihood of conceiving a child without medical assistance was not good, and he recommended Clomid. After the initial shock wore off several days later, Joe and I decided we'd give it a try, but not until after he'd had a check-up and I'd grilled my doctor about all the possible side-effects.
Four days ago, I realized I was 4 days late. In all the to-do about not being able to conceive, I'd completely forgotten when I was due. Confused, I bought a three-pack of home pregnancy tests, carefully dodging a guy I knew as I went to the Kroger checkout. Home, take the test, occupy time with attempting to repair a downspout while checking the clock constantly.
Two minutes later, a definite plus-sign on the test.
The next morning, I took a second test, and Joe and I waited for the results together, although we didn't need to wait long. The plus sign appeared after only a few seconds this time. I stopped to take a blood test at the doctor's office on my way to work, just because it seemed so implausible.
By Wednesday, it was official.
I am pregnant.
Moreover, I was pregnant when I sat in the doctor's office being told that I wasn't likely to get pregnant. Which means I was also pregnant when I had that drink, and when I sucked down caffiene trying to get home from ball games awake at 3am ... oops. Luckily, I've been reassured that everything is pretty well-protected at this stage of the game, and as long as I steer clear from here on out everything should be fine.
Doesn't give one much faith in the medical profession (not that I ever had much), but I'm pretty pleased with my ability to overcome the naysaying.
As of right now, I am 5 weeks pregnant, or at least that's the best estimate. The baby is about the size (and shape) of a sea monkey, but it has started developing internal organs already. Sometime this week, its heart will divide into chambers and begin to pump blood.
So, to sum up for the squeamish, I'm pregnant, due end of April, and somewhere between thrilled and terrified. Joe periodically gets this sort of dazed look on his face and says "Eep!" Each of us has had one substantial freak-out, but the first round seems to be passing. I'm certain there will be more.
And very soon, I will have two hearts. Which may be about the most poetic way to describe this whole business.
Labels: milestones, the baby game
Y'know those filters you can put over your license plate to make it harder to read? They usually come in translucent blue or black, although I have seen them in red.
Yesterday I saw a car with one of those things over a vanity plate.
Either he's unclear on the concept, or I am.
garden progress: We sort of got a raised bed built, although it needs adjusting before it'll be ready to fill. The Brussels sprouts have been thinned and planted in small pots.
house progress: We are just barely keeping ahead of the kitchen.
what's for dinner? Not sure, but it will most likely involve tomatoes.
Labels: oddities
A little under a year ago, her house was demolished.
About four months ago, she became a presidential photo-op.
She's not angry, and she still has faith, but she's still waiting.
Labels: milestones
Mere moments ago, in the midst of work on the RIdIM project, trying to catalog a particular work by Francesco Solimena, I ran across this bit of information about St. Cecilia:
Patronage: Academy of Music, Rome, Albi France, composers, martyrs, music, musicians, musical instrument makers, archdiocese of Omaha, Nebraska, poets, singers
Labels: oddities
The beginning of this summer was wet. Wet, wet, wet. On July 15, significant portions of Princeton Valley Farm were under water, the Kokosing had been flirting with going over its banks for over a week, and there has been flooding all over Ohio.
Then I finally got around to repairing the leak in our rain barrel, and re-routing the gutter to feed into it. Since I got everything set back up, it's been blazing hot, high humidity, and nary a drop of rain.
Sorry everyone. If we don't get a break in this heat over the weekend, I'll take it down again.
garden progress: minimal.
house progress: cleaning.
what's for dinner? leftovers.