fifty-two

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Oh my goodness, what an awesome day. Sun, dirt, pine needles, fantasy, and most importantly: NO POTTY TRAINING A THREE YEAR OLD. What a perfect way to end the week before spring break, you know, the week when there is no school and no escape.

Sherwood Forest is great, I am almost afraid to tell you. It’s young, and small, and almost no one knows about it except for hard-core renaissance festival geeks. I don’t want to be partly responsible for destroying this and leading it in the same direction as a certain very large state renaissance festival. The ratio of dressed-up, in-character nerds to normal-dressed people is such that we actually felt out of place when we walked in. Normally, we do make an effort to dress up, but this year I wasn’t about to squeeze my fat pregnant ass into a provocative gypsy costume. I think I got a free pass on those grounds, but I don’t know about the rest of the people in the group.

We went with a really great, fun, boisterous group of friends this time, and honestly I don’t know if I would want to do it any other way. We went with Vance’s coworker Adam, his girlfriend Jessi, Chance (who I hadn’t seen since he moved back here God-knows-how-long-ago), Chance’s coworker Brian, and his sweet wife Ahidee. It’s pronounced “eye-uh-deh” apparently. That girl and her weird name…I swear, it drove me crazy remembering how it was spelled, hearing her pronounce it like three times, and still not understanding what in the hell I was hearing. She pronounces it with a bit more of an accent, saying it’s like “I and they, ‘eye-uh-theh.’” It still trips me out.

Anyway, we walked around while Brian bought food and everyone else bought alcohol. Jessi lead us to this wonderful hookah/coffee bar where we sat around and talked. I watched everyone else down tobacco and mead, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to walk around and put any more stress on my swollen piggies, I was more than happy to talk and laugh hysterically with this awesome bunch of people.

By the end of the day, we were both beyond exhausted, covered in sand (my feet got their own separate shower as soon as we got home,) and I got sunburned on my breasts only, nowhere else on my body. That right there proves that the sun is a perv with a pregnant lady fetish. This was probably my last big adventure before I finally pop, and what a finale it was.

Almost midnight

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You never realize how uninteresting your life is, or how little you actually have to say about anything until you force yourself to write every single day.

All I have are random thoughts:

The earthquake devastation in Japan is crazy scary and tragic. I think of all of the lives that were taken or destroyed by an epic natural disaster, and then my mind goes to really morbid, dark places. The Earth as we know it today was created by huge shifts in magnetic plates, and it didn’t care about who or what was wiped out in the process. Nature doesn’t give a shit about all of our little human lives that we value so much and think of as so important. But I’m a human, and I think of the lives that were lost in that, the terror that those people must’ve felt, and it’s incredibly sad. Their lives were important to me and other humans. See? Sad, morbid places.

I’m exhausted. Tomorrow we’re going to the Sherwood Forest Faire with a group of Vance’s work friends. We love the Texas Renaissance Festival, and supposedly this one is even more fun because it is smaller and less tourist-y. I don’t know, we’ll see. I don’t know how much I am going to be able to handle, being almost 36 weeks pregnant, and having these feet that tend to swell and ache. Maybe we should rent a wheel chair or one of those motorized scooters. Unfortunately, I can’t take pictures, seeing as we still haven’t purchased a replacement camera. Hopefully I will be able to steal pics from someone in our group.

Alright, I’m heading off to bed. Night all!

 

Day 4 and stuff

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I’m going to have to keep this short because Vance is wanting to head to bed, and I still have other things to do. Plus I have very little to report about the day, though all of it is GOOD.

I can call this now and not jinx anything. Deven went to bed at 9:30 (about an HOUR LATE) and he officially had 0 accidents all day. He peed in the potty 3 times at school, and then COUNTLESS times at home, and all of it made it to the potty. Well, almost. Apparently when he pottied at school, some of it shot out onto his undies while he was sitting there. So he did need one change, but it doesn’t count as an accident. So today was excellent on the potty front. Next, we need to work on getting him to go “twosie” on the potty. He’s sat down saying he needed to, but then I think he got a little of the shy butt and couldn’t poo out in the open living room. We need to get a second potty for the upstairs bathroom so he can have some privacy if he needs it.

I went to work. A customer came in to pick up an order, and I couldn’t find him in the system. He kept looking at and talking to me like I was the retard. He kept saying “the number is -7272, right?” And I told him yes, but so are most of the stores in the city of Austin, because it spells “PAPA,” genius. I asked him if it was possible if he called another store on accident, and he kept getting more and more annoyed with me, so my boss Amy intervened, and basically told this guy every single thing I just told him.  He finally shut up and discovered that he had placed the order at another store. I don’t get it. He listened to her, but not me when we both told him the exact same things. Whatever. It still feels like a cliche to generalize and say that people are stupid, because it’s not always the case. There are such things as miscommunications and whatnot, and I’m not going to say that I am at all above that or that it never happens to me.

What I will say and is that a good amount of people are assholes.