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Once upon a time, I was in a video store with my then boyfriend trying to pick out a movie to watch. I picked up John Carpenter's Vampires, and proceeded to tell the boy about the coolest scene in the movie, where a guy uses his hot-from-being-fired gun to cauterize a wound he received. Said boyfriend looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "You're not like other girls, Betty."

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

Finally the doctors are going to do what I've been begging for. I'm scheduled to have labor induced tomorrow at 7:30. It only took 2 false labors and a week and a half of 2 centimeters dilated to get to this point. So next time I'm back I should have 2 little girls to gush about.

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Stranger Than Fiction

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

It's a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. Perfect weather to run some errands. I'm minding my business in my car, humming along with one of my favorite songs. The windows are rolled down, the better to enjoy some fresh air. All of a sudden, I feel a sharp, stinging pain. It's horrible. I scream. I notice the bee that has just stung me, but I never notice the other car that I run into.

Okay, so some people have interesting nightmares about chainsaw wielding murderers (hopefully with some Bud Light), or killer clowns, or other such stuff. Not me. I have nightmares about car crash causing insects.

I don't feel quite so paranoid though, as this scenario recently happened. Unfortunately, a couple died in the wreck. I'm so glad that charges aren't being pressed against the stung driver. I can only imagine the guilt that he's living with on his own, and it was a horrible accident. Needless to say, I think I'll be keeping my windows up. For a while, at least.

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Baby Blues

Monday, May 07, 2007

This kid is determined to drive me insane. Last Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I had a nice 4 hour stint in the hospital with false labor. I've been having contractions on and off since then, and have been forbidden to drive, so I've been nesting like a mad-woman. Heaven forbid there be a dirty piece of laundry in this house! Although I haven't been as good with the dishes, I'll admit. I was at last check, 2 centimeters dilated, so hopefully it won't be too much longer. If she decides to stall much longer, the doctor is going to induce on Friday. (Sorry if I'm blowing your odds all to shit, QoD).
I feel so bad for little Bean though. All she's heard the past few days is baby sister this, baby sister that. I've been trying to tone it down for her, though. We'll see how this sibling rivalry thing goes.
Oh, and we have a name now. I can't wait to present you with...
Taylor Lynn!

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Evolution

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Those familiar with the history of the punk scene should not be surprised. Those who complain that punk is dead should be educated. Those who call emo the future of punk should go to hell.

When you stop and think about it, what makes more sense than taking an anti-authoritarian, anti-establishment movement and putting it in the middle of one of the biggest and oldest authoritarian establishments around?

Taqwacore is a new Islamic punk movement gaining noteriety around the world. This article features interviews with a playwright, some taqwacore band members, and the author who came up with the name for the movement. They speak with the type of punk rock, cocky bluster John Lydon would be proud of.

I know I'll never completely understand taqwacore, because I'm not a disenfranchised Muslim. But I do understand the love of punk, and the need for your voice to be heard. I can't wait to see where the movement goes.

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Yes, I Know

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

I have the maturity level of a 12 year old. I saw these in the supermarket yesterday. What do they make you think of?

Oh, and for those keeping track, I'll bet you $10 there's a baby by the end of this weekend. And still no name! Aaaa!

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