Did You Know?

To date, three humans have died in space, outside of Earth's atmosphere. Russian cosmonauts. I figured there would be more.

I suppose without the scary aliens that are in movies, space really isn't all that dangerous. Getting there and back is dangerous, but once you're there, you probably won't die until you try to come back.

COOL!  

Son of a Rambler

He's so super!

He has a sensitive side...

and a tough-guy side. "Why I oughtta"

and once Naomi is done being a sick little monkey, I'll probably have a ton of those typical older sibling holding their younger sibling pictures because dang, them's some cute moments right there. Now the goal for the rest of my life is to avoid making more people. Even though they're radical.

End of transmission.

January Ranuary Away

AH! I gotta write an entry this month! I don't really know why! PANIC!

Well, first off, I'm having a bologna sandwich for lunch and my car stalled on my way to work and I'm about to have another kid and I don't have much money (at all) and I won't be making money for a time and I'm not really worried. Plus, I got so much stuff for this new kid and the first kid (gifts and hand-me-downs) that I won't need to get them anything other than food for a long time. I also think the new kid will qualify us for food stamps -oh SNAP! (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program)

 


Anybody got a minivan they wanna give me? I actually would rather not have a car. Public transportation is sounding real nice. Too bad it's terrible in most places. It takes a lot of work to be poor. At least I'm not miserable. I'm down-right excited. If we did make more money we wouldn't be able to hold on to it anyway. haha. Just don't mess with my 401k.

Am I right?

Something

I'm so big and pregnant. And pretty darn excited. Less than two months and I'll have a soft, little, sickeningly cute dumpling of a person that hardly has the strength to cry. Aw.

They just scratch up their face and need to be burped and squirm around and suck (literally).

Tiny, little diapers. For his tiny, little booty-butt.

He's gunna love his sister:

She is an entertainer.

Ugh, she steals my heart.
...and her dad steals her nose and eats it once in a while. She acts like she hates it, but she loves it.

C@ (cat) Lady

I had a dream last night that there were tons of kittens under a porch and they were sickly and flea-ridden. There were like, four mother cats that were skinny from nursing their kittens without eating. Then I saw a blackbird flying and one of the mother cats jumped up and caught the bird right behind my head as it was flying. I could feel the cat brush against my ponytail. Then I saw the cat choke the bird on the ground. I wanted to help the kittens/cats and maybe put up an add on Craigslist, but I also had a brief thought about killing them since I figured it was just too many cats to find homes for. But THEN I though if I wrote an awesome enough story about their plight, people would be all about taking the gross kittens.

But I kinda hate when people have a long story about their animal that they're just looking to get rid of.

I'm so unsure of Craigslist.

I'm glad that was just a dream though, 'cause I would have to do something about all those starving cats if I really did find them under a porch.

'tAin't Right

Oh circumcision! How you haunt my every thought!

Somebody please tell me whether or not to cut my son's foreskin off!

Anyways, now that that is out of the way: I think a decision has been made regarding the name of this child who may or may not continue to have foreskin forever...

...Roland Grey Compo!

oh wow, I've never written it out before. It looks good. Strong. myes.

It started snowing this evening. Looked like a snow globe outside of WalMart, where we purchased an ice scraper, red potatoes and underwear.

I'm beginning to hate television. People spend so much time watching it that they don't have time to read my blog! It's not like I post very often.

I gotta go. This WalMart underwear is KILLING me.

Thriller

Went to Blue River, CO over the weekend and stayed in a cabin with the best group of people one could stay in a cabin with. It's just a few minutes south of Breckenridge. Whatever that means.

Cabin trip essentials:
1. Too much food
2. Hot tub
3. Cider
4. Chap stick
5. More food
6. Camera
7. Fire
8. Michael Jackson T-shirt

As they say: "Eight is Enough"

It was just too bad I couldn't enjoy some booze. I'm having a boy BTW. Just as the dream prophesied. Well... it had a 50-50 chance of being right.

BOO YAH!