We might be moving. The apartment down the hall, about 200 square feet bigger, is coming available in March. If I can handle the rent increase, I’m taking it.
On the baby blog I write for, Angie has sponsored a giveaway from her online store. Please enter, pimp it out for extra entries and tell your mother in law to enter, too.
The tattoo that y’all were voting on the placement of? Ribs are winning. I’m terrified of the pain, honestly. When I had a quick chat with the artist about where I was thinking and mentioned the fear, he said, “well, if you’ve had a kid…” and I quickly corrected him about how I was that chick in the hospital, screaming. That they had to give me morphine, gas, an epidural AND a spinal block. Back labour – it rocks.
Because of the little giveaway that I did this month, a few friends got the hook-up as well. I’m going to, in the spirit of fun and the week of the Bloggy Giveaways Carnival, ask you to leave a comment with your contest URL. That way, if you’re giving something away, your trackback will get extra pimpage.
I got another blogging gig today. This means double the money, another 12 posts to write a month and did I mention, double the money. Meaning, not needing to rely on JDawg’s support. Freedom, babies! I’m super psyched and start on Thursday.
I’m thinking of trying an experiment. Since I keep falling asleep when I put Isobel to bed and cuddle with her, maybe I’ll just start going to bed when she does and wake up uber-early. I have it in my mind that I might get a lot more accomplished that way, what with four hours having passed before she wakes.
Have you voted for any of my awesome friends in the 2009 Bloggies? Please do. These bloggers are money, doing beautiful things.
I’m thinking, if she has to give up dairy completely, I might as well, too. It’s not really fair to her and it will make it easier, since she always wants whatever I’m having. So I need dairy-free resources and dairy substitutes. Cuz soy and rice milk products? I generally hate that shit.
Your emails and comments on yesterday’s post made my fucking day. Thank you for being you all. I love you for it.
I’m offering up a second placer prize in VDog’s contest. Go see her to enter.
Isobel ate tomato soup today. And a sandwich comprised of hummus, avocado, corned beef and soy cheese. If you knew her pickiness like I do, your mind would be fucking blown.
This guy wears button flies and awards the loser. Unlike some button-fly hating folk. Made me laugh. Laughing is good.
Another plus? Realizing that I did not, in fact, watch the first disc of part one of season six of Sex and the City, whereas I thought I had. Fabulous.
A negative? Wearing the jeans that actually fit with the uncomfy button, which led me to undo it for half of the day, which led to me appearing to be emulating Lindsay Lohan.
