Do not color your hair in the last five weeks of your pregnancy. I think hormones affect hair color. I have orange hair. I look like a pregnant Bozo the clown.
I am not sure if my stylist didn't NOTICE that my hair was orange or if it changed color on the way home, like one of those Generra Hypercolor sweatshirts from 1987, but in any case, I should wear a lot of hats for awhile.
Will is at a bachelor party this weekend.
Ernesto is having a party at his house right now.
I wasn't invited to either one.
Look, I GET that we are not popular with those neighbors. I don't particularly think that I am neighbor material anyway.. I work with kids and adults and parents and quirky administrators all week. I do not need any more people around me when I come home. I also don't need to be friends with the binge drinking neighbors. I do, however, feel a little like that "unpopular" high school girl who never got invited to the cool parties, even though they weren't that cool, and usually ended with the cops showing up and kids puking in the corn field..Maybe I have SOME experience; I did get invited a few times, you know.
Anyway..it's just that I don't like that they think we are so WEIRD for not liking LOUD BASS PUMPING music at all hours of the night. Why does this make ME weird? I do not like when I start to question if I am weird or not about something that to most people is just kind of a no-brainer. I KNOW I am weird about plenty of things; I don't think this is one of them. This also tells me that we are better off living in the country and hoping no drunk kids are passed out in our corn field. YES, I think it's possible to live in the country without raising corn, just be quiet.
I am 35 weeks yesterday. Keegan arrived at 36 weeks. I do not feel like this is going to happen with my daughter. I feel very much like she is going to take her sweet a** time. Already we are having mother-daughter issues. "Come out now! Come out!"
"I am NOT coming out MOTHERRRR...you are always telling me what to to do and I am CAPABLE of making my own decisions."
I can just hear it now.
Really I am just excited and anxious. And I don't remember what it's like to wear pants with a zipper.
I don't hear much coming from across the back yard. I just peered outside. Now I am the unpopular peeping neighbor. Gag. And they are still having a party in the dark on their patio. They all smoke, so at least they can see each other when they inhale. Oh great, now I am an unpopular peeping critical neighbor. I am going to bed. Maybe I'll make friends with the neighbors in our next neighborhood. High school kids are pretty decent, aren't they?
No comments:
Post a Comment