Rommie is such a good baby. She loved the airport and looking around. She played games with me during take off and then slept in the air the whole way to KC. She has been happily entertaining my parents since we've gotten here. She's perfectly calm and happy and is such a good baby with strangers and family alike.

Happy thanksgiving everyone!

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Zorro found my car keys.
Zorro found Rommie's cute green and pink jacket!
Zorro made sure that L didn't go too over the top dressing Rommie.
Zorro is awesome to have around. Yay!


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I spent some quality time this morning looking for my keys. I was late to work and had to make Zorro come down and lock the door because I never did find them. I think its likely that fraggles or roaches took them away. And I need to find them tonight because I need my keys dammit!

So, then work was what some people in the business call a clusterfuck. We were insanely busy. And most of the business units are supposed to be on furlough this week. What the fuck, work? I was expecting time to do anything, and instead talked myself hoarse.

And now, i'm doing something that I never in a million years expected to be doing. I am sitting at the Bass Pro Shop waiting for Zorro and Rommie and Zorro's family so we can get free pictures with Santa. The SIL, L, has even subtlely provided Rommie with a seasonly appropriate outfit. I sort of feel like a clod. Because 1, I'm never ever going to feel an attachment to specific clothes with holidays, except for maybe Halloween. And 2, because I sort of feel my lack of seasonal interest is being judged. I almost left her Halloween themed clothes to wear today, so I guess they should be happy I just picked out jeans and a bright shirt.

And, don't even get me started how much of a redneck I feel like sitting in Bass Pro. I expected them here a lot sooner, or I might have gone home first.

Blech. I need cute pictures.

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This probably doesn't need its own post, but I realized over the weekend that I have no idea how to raise a girl. We were picking out a present for L's oldest, and she said Barbies were a good choice. I have a seriously hard time wanting to contribute to the push that a woman needs to look pretty to succeed. They had a Hannah Montana make up pack targeted to 6 and up, for goodness sakes! How do parents justify teaching their daughters that they have to wear make up to be beautiful at 6? I ended up getting Sea World trainer Barbie (because it was either her or veterinarian Barbie, and the Sea World one had tiny dolphins in it), because at least that Barbie might have went to college and might be interested in some sciences. Ugh. If Rommie is a girly girl, I probably did something wrong, and we'll likely end up having nothing in common, and that sort of makes me really sad.


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A laundry fairy.
Being able to find Rommie's cute green jacket.
A job I don't hate
Being able to finish watching a show on TV
A sleepy baby downstairs being sleepy upstairs
All the trash taken out

Reality List
I'm taking a mini-vacation to Rising Star this weekend. Maybe I'll have a better perspective when I get back.


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In the last 2 days I've been accused by several different people of taking what they said to me the wrong way. And I'm going to talk real general rather than specifics because I'm not trying to get up in arms about this. I just sort of want a second opinion.

If I'm talking to someone just to talk, and we're talking about a knitting project for example (which I picked because I don't knit so I would never be having this sort of conversation, so its not a specific example, you see?). And let's say you make a really neat pink scarf. Everyone who's been around for awhile knows that I don't like pink. Its likely my comment on your scarf for just talking about it, would go something like: What a cool looking scarf. I wouldn't have used the pink, but I really like the material. (or the softness or the awesome zig zag). Basically, an acknowledgement of what I like about this, and an acknowledgement that I would've done it differently.

So, to continue the example from above, my communication issue would be if I were the one knitting. So the comment that was made to me was "you used too much pink". I've also been dealing with a reverse of that. Where I'm asked how I got the zig zag pattern. So I explain my process of using two different sized needles. Then I'm told "That doesn't work.". In both cases I get instantly offended and defensive. Because to me it seems like I'm being told I'm doing something wrong. And in both cases my answer is pretty much the same "do it yourself then" followed by me feeling hurt and the other person being mad at me for taking what they said the wrong way.

So, am I being overly sensitive?

Also, if I'm the one who is hurt by what you said, then shouldn't I be the one apologized to, rather than being angerly told that I'm taking things the wrong way?

And the final bonus question, isn't telling me that I was wrong in overreacting to taking what you said the wrong way and I need to work on that just reaffirming that you think I'm wrong?


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http://www.revolverboundbooks.com


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Halloween was fun. I finally got Zorro to take pictures of us!
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things I am watching

• Heroes. Seriously. And I feel kind of like a battered wife about it. It hasn't been good for awhile. But maybe if I just hang in there it'll get better. So far this season isn't looking too good. The Big Bad is supposed to be an evil carnival that ends up coming off as misunderstood. Emo-Peter has a new lease on life as the ultimate Mary Sue, being everywhere all the time. They tried to listen to me about boys kissing, but since this is American TV, I had to settle for girls kissing instead. But, as Zorro pointed out, he's already seen her having sex with Mulder, so kissing is nothing. I am interested in Hiro's redemption story line, but there's so much other crap to sit through that its kind of a waste.


• House. I am starting to think this is wrong of me, but I am 100X more interested in the other people in this show than House himself. Chase acting on his morals? Cameron being irritated at everyone? Foreman dumping 13 because he's the boss? Excellent people interactions. House being a dick and saving the day again? Pretty standard.


• Supernatural. This show has been dragging me in ever since

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As we all know when I feel stressed or overwhelmed, I revert to the oldest stress relief known to man- lists. So, here are a few.

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I woke up from crazy disjointed dreams all achy and sore. Almost called in from the parking lot (and I should have!). But I'm here and moving and today is almost over.

Rommie and I are doing house visits tomorrow for Halloween. If you want us to visit your house, give me your address and when you'll be home (assuming I don't know already). We'll be in costumes. :)

I'm about to dump a couple of unfinished posts up on LJ. Its Friday afternoon and slow so I know you won't care.


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I dreamed that I was someone else. After my parents died I fell in with a group of people that were eco-terrorists. And some company figured out who we were and was killing us one by one. I showed up at my friend's house and she was already dead, so I left signs like I had been there too and started a fire to burn the whole place down. I left my phone there in the fire and escaped into the sewers. I eventually met up with other people (dream was fuzzy on this, but I got the impression I knew them in passing rather than really worked with them.) and we got together to infiltrate the company. I woke up right after we made it through the lobby.

Thanks, subconscience! Action movies with a dose of spy movie thrown in makes for much better dreams than what I usually get.


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Today was crap on a stick at work. But I had an awesome evening with my extended family. Thank you guys so much!

Ps - someone tell Rommie its time for bed?


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I cleaned the kitchen tonight. And fixed dinner. Rommie was an angel and let me. Go us!

Also, I ran into the Irving newspaper while cleaning. balamuthia! They said they were looking to implode the old Texas Stadium early 2010. We totally need to go!


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So, Rommie will be 7 months old next week on Thursday.

In the past two weeks, she has said 'hi', 'hey', 'mama', and 'dada'. She uses mama very effectively by saying it when she's crying.

In the last week she has been easily sitting up on her own. She's also getting good at crawling. But, given the choice, she'd rather stand up. She puts her feet under her, puts her butt in the air, and balances her hands on the ground. She's still too un-something to stand up all the way. But I expect this to happen soon.

As of today, the tooth races are over. And neither of the side top teeth were winners. Her first tooth was a front bottom tooth.

She napped on the way back from dinner and is awake and i'm sleepy. So this update is brought to you by the letter B for bed and the number 1, for how many teeth she has.

The picture is her climbing Mount Pillow. The flash makes her diaper huge.

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So, Rommie has fully recovered from the flu. She's mostly recovered from the post-flu cold I gave her. She's done a ton of sleeping while her body heals itself which has had some interesting developmental side effects.

She started speaking this week. Mama was her first word. She says Dada as well. And due to the timing, I suspect 'baba' is bottle. This has led to a new level of heartbreak as she cries 'mama mama' instead of just wailing with upset or anger. I'm still working on getting her to say Miru and Hunter.

She can sit up from a laying down position. And she no longer requires me to hold her up. She balances just fine on her own thank you very much.

She is working on standing. Even ahead of getting crawling down proper. If you hold her in a standing position she will take steps.

She is learning and listening and I'm fascinated by it.

She just got put back in her carseat and is grumpy in this picture.
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tonight's moment of cute: Rommie grabbed my face with both hands and turned my cheek to her. Then she licked my cheek, twice. Someone has been spending too much time around Miru, I think.

She really only ran a fever for more than 24 and less than 48 hours. She still has a runny nose and a cough, but we're starting to wonder about the accuracy of their test.

Tamiflu and Rommies do not mix well, for those of you with Rommies at home. We had a hard time finding it. And the pharmacy and my insurance didn't like each other. So, it took us all day to get it. Then, we give it to her. We get awesome, southpark level of vomiting. Seriously we had splashes on the fridge and everything.

But she woke up in a good mood. I think her fever broke. The thermometer agrees. And as you can see here, she lost the rosy cheeks and is waiting for her attendants on her throne.


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She's been sick all night. Her temp is up. At 9 pm and 3 am it was 99.5F. Right now its 100.7F. I called her pediatrician's office and they have an urgent care clinic that opens at 9. So we'll be there for that. Then I called my mom to make sure waiting until 9 was ok.

Rommie is miserable, and she's happy to tell you about it. She has a cough. Her skin is so warm to the touch. Her cheeks are bright pink and when she looks at you you can see in her eyes she wants you to fix it. She puked at 3 am when we were up. Then she woke up starving at 4:30. She only ate 4 oz though. Now she's finally back asleep after waking up to let me know she didn't feel good, even though she's asleep on me.

I feel so helpless because what am I supposed to do?

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