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Mommy Melee just started this weekly event, and I really love the thought, so here it goes: my first Girl Talk Thursday post, on the topic “Twilight, Love it or Hate it?”
I haven’t read it. And I really don’t want to. It’s not that I’m anti-popular culture or whatnot, but it’s that I’ve read enough vampire novels. I had a friend in high school who was really into vampires — like to the point where she fantasized openly about Anne Rice’s creation, Lestat, coming to sweep her off her feet. She had a beautiful singing voice, and she’d create songs for him; her bedroom window faced a graveyard, and she’d stand there and sing to him every night (since, you know, vampires hang out in graveyards). She’d write fanfic stories about him and whatnot, and it was always an aspect of her personality that I despised. An incident between us connected to her love of Lestat is the primary reason our friendship ended.
So, Twilight… I don’t want to touch it. I’ve read enough about the series to know the vampires sparkle, and I know a whole new generation of girls are in love with them, including a cousin of mine. Just like Harry Potter, I appreciate that these novels are connecting with young adults and encouraging them to read.
Would I read the series if it had nothing to do with vampires? Maybe! I’m not against some light reading material that sucks me into another world for awhile. I dislike that it’s a teenage romance involving a vampire, but I like teenage romances in general, because most girls like to daydream about their knight in shining armour and those types of books provide an example of that. At the same time, I wonder if there is a “love hurts” type theme in the novels — vampires tend to have a darker side — and if that’s romanticized. If so, then I worry.
I guess this makes me neutral, then!
We’ve got a couch and a loveseat in our living room. The loveseat “belongs to the dogs”, we say, as they’ve got their toys, a sweater, a comforter, and god knows what else smuggled up there to cuddle with.
Last week, we implented a “no dogs on the couch” rule. They can be on their loveseat all they want, but the couch shouldn’t smell like dog and really, shouldn’t the humans own a piece of furniture? Easier said than done. Even with nothing on the couch that could be appealing to snuggle with, we’ll still catch them (okay, usually Joss) lying on it now and again. So all week, we’ve been having to yell at the dogs to GET DOWN and then telling them GOOD BOY/GIRL! when they jump up onto the loveseat again. It kind of breaks my heart in a way to tell Joss to get down off the couch, because his perky little ears droop so low, his tail goes far between his legs, his eyes get big and wet… and when I have to move him off the couch, he whines because he is just. that. unhappy.
Needless to say, Chris suspects that I am not enforcing the “no dogs on the couch” rule as firmly as I could be, although I am. Last night, we saw Buffy lying on the loveseat, but didn’t know if Joss was there. So my darling husband walks over to the couch and lifts up a pillow that’s tucked into the corner.
As in, to check if I put a pillow on top of Joss to make sure Chris wouldn’t see him lying on the couch.
WTF? I’m still laughing about it. Who knew I was so devious?
We are singers in my household. Not in the traditional sense that we sing along with the radio, but in a strange sort of embarrassing thank-god-I-found-someone-that-puts-up-with-me way — we make up ditties about anything. Preferably ones with really strained rhymes and made-up words.
You know, like the one Chris sang to my belly tonight:
Maia Papaya / Likes to fry-a / FISHIES!
And then he tickled me until both of his girls were kicking.
I so love this man.
Maia got way more presents this year than anybody else — which is good, because that’s what we wanted! And we finally have a bedding set for the crib that I will set up and take some pictures of tomorrow.
Chris and I also got some nice gifts, but this one (from my Mom) is my favourite:
The website that created it is calliopedesigns.com and I am just so, so delighted with how freaking adorable it is.
I hope everyone else’s holidays have been filled with family and joy, just as ours have.
I sprinkle my conversations with the word ‘fuck’ like Martha Stewart sprinkles her cupcakes with … sprinkles. There are other, dirtier words that get used around here pretty often too. It’s not uncommon for me to refer to my husband (laughingly) as a prick or an asshole, and we’ll just say that the c-word is not taboo around here either (although never directed at me!)
How long can we continue to swear like sailors once the baby is here? I figure I should probably stop as soon as I’m done with the whole “giving birth” thing. In fact, I should probably stop sooner than that, since it’s an unladylike habit anyhow.
But fuck me, it’s gonna be difficult…
My boobs are hot all the time, like, temperature-wise. I mean, they’re pretty sexy too I guess, but seriously, they’re like little raging infernos on my chest. It’s kind of interesting, and at least I have some way to keep my hands warm if they get cold.
But by the end of the day, they kinda ache. This could be because my nipples are standing at attention all day long, no joke. Maybe if they’d calm the fuck down and take a nap or something, my boobs wouldn’t be like OH MY GOD DON’T LET THE SHEET TOUCH US when I get into bed.
This post brought to you by the “this is possibly tmi for my mommy and it’s not one of those posts she’ll share with the family” foundation.
My favourite thing about the baby right now is that when she moves, it changes my entire belly. I can see, and feel, the ripple of her body under my skin. There’s pressure where she is, and I can touch whatever piece of her is pressed tight to the boundaries of my body… and she’ll respond by moving away, or kicking somewhere else. It’s amazing.
This week, I’m linking everyone over to SuZ at Not Your Typical Mommy. I love this blog! Not only the layout & background, but the sense of humour in every post is engaging. SuZ’s super cute 18 month old daughter, Roo, steals every post that she’s featured in, and it makes me think they’d probably be a really delightful family to hang around :] Drop by and say hello!