So I finally gave in to the browbeating of Xanga to try the "New-and-Improved" personal page. I couldn't figure out for the life of me how to post a new blog entry. So I left and returned to the safe and comfortable homepage I know and love... never to return again to the unknown.
So the Ossipee Library is where it's at... "it" being internet access. I discovered, much to my delight, that one can reach the library within about five minutes by walking down the train tracks that run past my house. Mayhaps I'll actually be able to blog more. Not likely, but it's a possibility. I am a little annoyed because I specifically requested computer #10 so I would be back in my own little corner, undisturbed by others. However, no sooner do I sit down and start logging onto various email and blog accounts than two people sit down at the computers to my left. The closest one being a rather dirty and hairy old man, who smells like he hasn't showered since the Reagan administration and has probably just finished smoking about five cartons of Lucky Strikes. And he's coughing in that really disgusting smoker's way. You know the kind: full of phelgm and so intense you suspect the late stages of TB. Oh, and he's coughing into his hands. The hands that are at this very moment manipulating the keyboard and mouse... at the public library! I'm gonna start carrying Clorox Wipes with me, I think.
Normally I'm not such a germophobe, but it's interesting what pregnancy will do to you. Having such a direct responsibility for another human life can really make you more paranoid about what you're exposed to than usual. I'm not saying I'm turning into the illegitemate offspring of Martha Stewart and Danny Tanner. I'm just a little more careful now that whatever affects me also affects my baby. I used to eat things that had been dropped as long as you couldn't see anything ("You can't give that to him, Terry! It's got things on it!" "That's all right, Mrs. Fawlty. What the eye don't see, the chef gets away with.") and if it fit under the Ten Second Rule. Now I give it to the cat or throw it away.
On a totally random pregnancy note, you know how you hear about weird cravings and all that? Well, I haven't had any of those I-MUST-have-and-I'm-sending-hubby-out-at-3am-to-get-some-NOW cravings, but for some reason, Coca-Cola tastes soooo good! I don't know why, but the flavor is like sweet nectar of the gods... *sigh* but I'm being good and not drinking lots of it. Dang, but it's good! Mmmmmm...
Okay, well, I've gotta get going. Starting to feel hungry (like I always do, nowadays), my back's hurting* from the stupid cheap office chairs supplied by the library, and the coughing guy is really starting to make me feel gross. I really need to go wash my hands now. Ewwww!
Hello everyone! Been a long time, but I have an excuse. Besides not having regular internet access (as I've previously mentioned), I've also been really tired... because...
I'm expecting! I'm actually due the 27th of October (my first anniversary!). I'll keep everyone posted as information is acquired. Feel free to offer name suggestions, although you should probably know I'm not a fan of the current trendy names like Madison, Tanner, Blake, Addison, Mackenzie, Connor, Gavin, etc. And mutant spellings of either common or trendy names bug me, too. Name your daughter Kamryn and she'll be forever having her name spelled incorrectly. It'll just be frustrating for the poor kid. And if you go with a really different spelling, it'll always be pronounced incorrectly, too. I'd rather save my kid the hassle.
Anyway, it's getting late (at least for me). I'm always tired now... and I'm really picky about what I eat. But the nausea's pretty much gone. That's one nice thing.
So I don't have regular internet access... which would be why I don't update as often as I'd like. The job is going fairly well, although the manager tends to talk down to you in that I-think-I'm-being-nice-but-it-comes-across-like-I'm-talking-to-a-first-grader tone, which can get a little aggravating, as you can probably imagine. But she's getting better now that I'm a bit more knowledgeable and all that. I do wish I could leave that place at the end of the day without a mild headache, though. Anyway, must go. Things to do. Places to go.
P.S. I'm listening to Swan Lake, but the Listening option thing isn't working for some dumb reason.
I just recently found a job as a bookkeeper/office-doohicky-helper-person. I'm still in training so a lot of my work consists of sitting around watching and/or making menial tasks last longer because I have absolutely nothing else to do. Although come Thursday, I'll be learning all I can from the lady I'm replacing. Unfortunately, I only have about seven hours as Thursday is also her last day. Yeah...
The Ossipee Library just called and I ignored it. I have overdue books and am ashamed so I don't feel like having cranky old ladies hollering at me about it. I'll return 'em tomorrow... and pay the fine after Thursday when I actually have money.
In other news, I'm wondering if a somebody out there (who has my cell phone number) has some kind of vendetta against me. Or maybe it's written on a bathroom wall somewhere. Whichever it is, all I know is that for the past six months or so, I've been getting these strange random calls every so often. It's not every day. Possibly not even once a week, but every so often, my phone will ring and someone will ask for someone like "Mark" or "Dennis." Or else they'll call and leave a message. For me. But I won't have the foggiest clue who the heck they are and I get a distinct feeling that they don't really know who I am, either. It's weird. And kind of annoying. But all of my friends know my phone number and I really don't want to change it now. Maybe I'll just start following up those weird calls with "and don't ever call me again!" or something.
