Two, and three.

For many months now all I've been able to think about is babies. Mine, not other ones. I tried really hard to talk about other topics with friends because I KNOW how boring it can be to stay on the same subject matter for multiple conversations but I experienced epic failure. Fortunately my friends (who are childless, btw) were very understanding and are still my friends. Last time I went to the library I checked out a book about Ivan IV (the Terrible) of Russia. Damm has been reading about the Balkans and wanted me to read up on their history. I had been reading a trilogy of historical fiction about Russia and opted instead to read up on that grand country. The book I chose has a lot of words I'm not familiar with. I can accurately guess what they mean via context and root words but being me I like to know the exact meaning. So I have to have a dictionary by me when reading this book. And even though the authoress gives political and historical background to the life story of

Well we went to and survived through our first MOPS meeting. The Orclette cried when I left her in the childcare area but settled down eventually, although the childcare worker who I left her with said that the Orclette wouldn't let her out of sight. The Miniorc was great and slept through the entire thing. I met the moms at my table, explained why I was in Las Cruces at least twice, and commented that it wasn't very green here a few times. I -felt- like the youngest person there. I'm sure I wasn't, although I might've been the youngest with two kids there. But many women are waiting to have kids and this group is no exception so mebbe I was (not that they were old, just in their 30's rather than mid-20's). We had food, we listened to announcements, we watched a video (the speaker cancelled) starring a very lively and entertaining speaker (her topic was motherhood of course) and then we did a craft. That's awesome. We're a bunch of moms who have craf

And once again I realize how far I've fallen into nerddom. Although my dictionary says that nerd means "a person dedicated to a nonsocial pursuit" and none of my activities are nonsocial ... we need a new word. Anyway, I was talking to a friend of mine and asked if she'd seen the show Sanctuary starring Amanda Tapping. No, she hadn't, and no, she didn't know who Amanda Tapping was. I know because I happen to like both Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis. So I proceed to tell her all about the two shows and how it was kinda sad when Tapping left Atlantis to pursue her new show which at first was only shown on the internet but now is on the "SyFy" (I think that new logo is kinda silly ...) channel. And then I stopped. And I said, "I'm a nerd, aren't I?" She laughed good-naturedly at me, thus confirming my suspicions. I am a tattoo-covered, marathon-lovin' nerd. That just seems like a weird juxtaposition ...

In case you haven't seen the Sisterhood movie, there's a pair of pants. Said pants fit all of the four friends despite the widely varying body types. I need a pair of those pants. Maternity jeans were feeling lose last Monday so when mother-in-law and I went out shopping I decided to try on jeans. I stuck to sizes 12&14 and tried different kinds on. The problem was that though they fit around the waist the legs were HUMONGOUS. So I decided to wait a while. Sunday I grew a bit impatient with waiting. Maternity jeans were threatening to fall off so I tried on my old jeans. Actually got them buttoned so I figured I could try on jeans again. Went to Walmart to try on my favorite brand of jeans (I love that my favorite jeans are at Walmart. So cheap ...) They fit! Well, a size 12 did and it didn't make my legs look like they were swimming. While I'm on the whole size/weight subject I'm happy to report that Damm weighs in at 176. That's thinner than when I met hi