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valancystirlingHow's this for a quote:
Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions. --G.K. Chesterton
I could elaborate on why that's a timely thing to come across, but I'm tired. Being pregnant is like swallowing a bowling ball full of sedatives.
This morning as Jake was attempting to take a shower, he came across an intruder. You guessed it! Does this mean I get to use the spider death icon?!?! It most certainly does. It was just like the one that crawled out of the exhaust fan in the kitchen when we first moved in. Huge, thick black legs, antagonistic expression, just waiting for some unsuspecting soul to stick a foot into the tub to be SUCKED DRY and then fall off. Fortunately, Jake is far too clever for that sort of thing, and carried it outside in a bucket. Really, though, our resident scrawny spiders could have taken it with no trouble, but then I'm not too fond of seeing crunchy dead spiders in my house either.
Two days ago I had to have a little talk with one of the scrawny spiders. It decided it needed to live on my kitchen countertop. It set up a nice little web between my garlic roaster and a funnel I had sitting there. I noticed it just as I was about to walk out the door, so I mustered up a very stern look and informed it that I was very disappointed that it didn't seem to understand that countertops are out of bounds for spiderkind. I told it I would be gone for a couple of hours, and if it was still there when I got back, we would have to have another little talk. Of course, it was still there. I gave it a long lecture on how people and spiders can peacefully coexist as long as they don't intrude on each other's space. Like roommates. I won't go poking my fingers in your dark scary corners, and you stay off my countertops. Simple enough. I also added that I couldn't remember ever seeing a bug of any sort scurrying across said countertop, and that the spider would probably starve to death anyway. Having gotten all that out of my system, I blew on the spider, just once, without much force, and watched as it freaked out and ran across the countertop, eventually going over the edge and disappearing.
Incidentally, the little spider family I posted a picture of a while ago... I took two days to decide what to do about it. On the third day I went into the bathroom and they were GONE. It makes my skin crawl to think of all those millions of babies growing up into full-size corner-dwellers, but oh well. Every now and then I find a tiny one hovering in a strange place. I cut them a little slack because they're too young to know better, but really. Stay out of my makeup bag.
In other news, I haven't talked to anyone but Jake and some spiders this week.
Yesterday I spent most of the day deciding on which cloth diapers to buy. I finally narrowed it down to a sampling from five different websites, and placed one order. I know it's probably weird to get excited about ordering diapers, which will probably soon be the bane of my entire existence, but we have to get our kicks somewhere. We are in full baby-shit-buying mode these days, after realising we have SIX paychecks left until the blessed event. This puts things into perspective. We went to Syracuse on Saturday because they have a Babies R Us there. Even though I think most of it's plastic crap that I don't want in my house, they had a few things on our list. Is it stupid to want a Kate Spade stroller?
http://www.ciaobellababy.com/yhst-2760695905832/liedkaspstfr.html
I actually want the Maclaren Triumph, which is a bit lighter and less of a pain to drag around, but this one is so damn cute. And the diaper bag! Because I have waited my whole life to spend $185 on a diaper bag.
It's sad but true that I have nothing to talk about that's not baby-related. The spiders break up the monotony, but only in a way that leads to startled thoughts like, Jake! What if the baby grows up to love spiders!? What if she wants a pet tarantula?! This was an actual conversation we had this morning. In the end, I decided we would offer her drugs instead.
Mommy, what's that big, black, hairy thing with eight legs crawling on your back?
Last night Jake was giving me a backrub and he stopped and blew in my hair. Of course I KNEW what it had to be, but I asked anyway. Oh, there was just a little spider in your hair. WTFWTFWTFWTF? It's okay, it's gone now.
Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions. --G.K. Chesterton
I could elaborate on why that's a timely thing to come across, but I'm tired. Being pregnant is like swallowing a bowling ball full of sedatives.
This morning as Jake was attempting to take a shower, he came across an intruder. You guessed it! Does this mean I get to use the spider death icon?!?! It most certainly does. It was just like the one that crawled out of the exhaust fan in the kitchen when we first moved in. Huge, thick black legs, antagonistic expression, just waiting for some unsuspecting soul to stick a foot into the tub to be SUCKED DRY and then fall off. Fortunately, Jake is far too clever for that sort of thing, and carried it outside in a bucket. Really, though, our resident scrawny spiders could have taken it with no trouble, but then I'm not too fond of seeing crunchy dead spiders in my house either.
Two days ago I had to have a little talk with one of the scrawny spiders. It decided it needed to live on my kitchen countertop. It set up a nice little web between my garlic roaster and a funnel I had sitting there. I noticed it just as I was about to walk out the door, so I mustered up a very stern look and informed it that I was very disappointed that it didn't seem to understand that countertops are out of bounds for spiderkind. I told it I would be gone for a couple of hours, and if it was still there when I got back, we would have to have another little talk. Of course, it was still there. I gave it a long lecture on how people and spiders can peacefully coexist as long as they don't intrude on each other's space. Like roommates. I won't go poking my fingers in your dark scary corners, and you stay off my countertops. Simple enough. I also added that I couldn't remember ever seeing a bug of any sort scurrying across said countertop, and that the spider would probably starve to death anyway. Having gotten all that out of my system, I blew on the spider, just once, without much force, and watched as it freaked out and ran across the countertop, eventually going over the edge and disappearing.
Incidentally, the little spider family I posted a picture of a while ago... I took two days to decide what to do about it. On the third day I went into the bathroom and they were GONE. It makes my skin crawl to think of all those millions of babies growing up into full-size corner-dwellers, but oh well. Every now and then I find a tiny one hovering in a strange place. I cut them a little slack because they're too young to know better, but really. Stay out of my makeup bag.
In other news, I haven't talked to anyone but Jake and some spiders this week.
Yesterday I spent most of the day deciding on which cloth diapers to buy. I finally narrowed it down to a sampling from five different websites, and placed one order. I know it's probably weird to get excited about ordering diapers, which will probably soon be the bane of my entire existence, but we have to get our kicks somewhere. We are in full baby-shit-buying mode these days, after realising we have SIX paychecks left until the blessed event. This puts things into perspective. We went to Syracuse on Saturday because they have a Babies R Us there. Even though I think most of it's plastic crap that I don't want in my house, they had a few things on our list. Is it stupid to want a Kate Spade stroller?
http://www.ciaobellababy.com/yhst-2760695905832/liedkaspstfr.html
I actually want the Maclaren Triumph, which is a bit lighter and less of a pain to drag around, but this one is so damn cute. And the diaper bag! Because I have waited my whole life to spend $185 on a diaper bag.
It's sad but true that I have nothing to talk about that's not baby-related. The spiders break up the monotony, but only in a way that leads to startled thoughts like, Jake! What if the baby grows up to love spiders!? What if she wants a pet tarantula?! This was an actual conversation we had this morning. In the end, I decided we would offer her drugs instead.
Mommy, what's that big, black, hairy thing with eight legs crawling on your back?
Last night Jake was giving me a backrub and he stopped and blew in my hair. Of course I KNEW what it had to be, but I asked anyway. Oh, there was just a little spider in your hair. WTFWTFWTFWTF? It's okay, it's gone now.
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Date: 2005-08-10 01:47 pm (UTC)Being pregnant is like swallowing a bowling ball full of sedatives.
Brilliant. :-)
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Date: 2005-08-10 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-10 02:28 pm (UTC)"Truth is not decided by a majority vote." (can't source that one)
"Truth and fact aren’t the same thing." - John Taylor Gatto
"Freedom lies beneath reality (http://www.cantrip.org/charles_tart.html)" - Anastacia
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:01 pm (UTC)"The life and times of spiders"
I almost feel like you could make a comic out of your spider household.
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Date: 2005-08-10 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-10 06:21 pm (UTC)