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Most of you know that I've lost a few pregnancies, some that I've posted about here and some that I haven't.  I should be over it by now, and I know it.  Instead, I still find myself freaking out for no reason.  I'll be reading through a craft book, see something with a child's drawing on it, and have a panic attack.  I mean, trouble breathing, shaking, the works.  My mind keeps running in circles and telling me that I'll never have a child--everyone else has children, why can't I, when I'd…

My mom and I are complete opposites in many ways, which tends to cause conflict.  She likes to remain ignorant of any potential unhappiness until it's already engulfed her.  I, on the other hand, prefer to know as far in advance as possible so that I can get all my worrying done ahead of time.  That way, when the bad times come, I'll have gotten the panicking out of the way and have gathered enough information to confront the issues head-on.

This, however, is not about my…

On the health front, I've been fighting several irritating battles. Apparently, getting my liver condition under control was just the first step. I've had a couple other issues pop up in the wake of that diagnosis, that aren't particularly serious, but manage to add to my vitamin-taking count.

To make a long, incredibly boring, and potentially TMI story short, I haven't been hitting the gym quite as often as I should, due to some rather nasty nausea issues. (No, not pregnant.) So when…

Several months ago, Nancy Grace was on my TV telling us ladies to listen to our bodies and tell our GYN when we have something that just doesn't seem right  - she did and it brought her a health scare, but the outcome was good. Now, usually I wouldn't listen to any advice from Nancy Grace, but I was about to go in to my GYN for my annual appointment and I had been feeling not right for quite a long time.

So I told my Gyn that I had been feeling not quite right, sex wasn't…

Sittin at home

never alone

Ready to roam

Ringin me a tone....

Love never fails

Back with tales

Runnin some wales

Wings and trails...

Got me three words

Only the best will do

Hi everyone, former doublebooked, on fb as GG, back again.  I hadn't checked in in months and was compelled to visit after seeing HBD's posts and just wanted to say I am sorry I ever tuned out and haven't been here for these past two... years!?  I could have used you guys a million times over for general advice/consolation.  I don't even know where to begin.

All I'll say for now is that it's nice to be back, and I've read the past several blogs, and am amazed at the strength…

Well, it's official, GirlWho has Ehlers-Danlos. Yup. Having her diagnosed as a child should hopefully prevent her from being in the position I'm in, and it seems that she's not quite as hypermobile as I am, which is a good thing. She will get modifications for PE under a 504 plan. I'm not sure how that will work yet. 

I'm glad we followed our gut instincts and kept her out of gymnastics and soccer - she's supposed to stay out of contact sports and she's to avoid bearing her…

Lots of crying today.  Happy crying, grumpy crying, spilled-milk crying...just crying.  I've been kind of hyper-emotional lately.

The crying over spilled milk (okay, iced tea, but still) is kind of self-explanatory.

The grumpy crying is over wanting to call various dear friends and have them squeal over the phone and be happy for me.  At least I got to call my midwife, who did indeed squeal and dance around her living room.

So yeah, you know…

Dear Mom,

I am not the appropriate person to unload to about how much my father sucks.  I lived with, and largely in fear of, the man for 18 years.  Unlike you, I did not choose to be in that situation.  Go complain to your friends.  Go get divorced.  I don't care.  Just because I am by far the most mature person in our family (scary, that) does not mean I can be your biweekly emotional support.

While we're on this topic, I really didn't need to know that he…

Sadly, it is apparent to me that my Offsprung blog posts will all probably be about my irritation with my husband. I'm not particularly happy about that, but in a way I'm grateful that it is one of the few issues I have that's big enough requiring me to let off some steam.

So, to the source of my current ire. AlphaGeek is in Barcelona for a week and a half, for some stupid conference or another that is being hosted at a five star Hyatt. On the beach. Great. Yeah, I could go…

Cars has been a major presence in my house for quite some time. For a while it felt like the DVD was on auto-play on my TV and I can’t go five feet without stepping on a Cars toy. Ever since the Bean could sit up by himself, he was obsessed with wheels. So it was only natural that…

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A lot of things ran through my mind as I watched Super 8. The old Amblin logo that kicked off the movie triggered a sensory response in me, as it was meant to do. I thought about my dad and his repeated attempts to bond with me, a kid whom he didn’t completely understand. I wasn’t into sports like he was. I wasn’t really into much of anything for a while. It would be many years before I stopped having panic attacks because of the movies, paving the way for them to become something…

As a movie fan, I believe the best way to see a movie is in the theater.  But that's not always easy, especially for us parents who have to deal with the high cost of tickets, snacks and the even higher cost of babysitters.  And when you get there, some douche-nozzle is usually texting away during the flick.

This is why I wish I lived in Austin.  The Alamo Drafthouse is one of the best places to see a movie in the country.  Partly due to stuff like this:

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I originally didn’t intend to see Fast Five. The fourth one was pretty awful and ruined my appetite for the franchise. But curiously Fast Five started to get decent reviews. And since WonderWife™ had planned on going to sleep very early, having gotten up in the middle of the previous…

Know-It-All Sister just started posting photos from her visit to our parents last month. There, a photo of her, High Maintenance Sister and our mom and dad. First comment? "What a beautiful family!"

I am not in the photo, since I wasn't in town yet. 

Ouch.

Anyone ever read "I, Anonymous" in The Stranger ("Seattle's Only Newspaper")?  Here's mine.  Feel free to add your own....

(PS  Can't bitch about this on FB due to frienship with subjects noted below)

1.  Why, dearest husband, when we have overnight guests arriving in less than 6 hours and the house is a freaking DISASTER of dust, mess, clutter and reno detritus, do you decide that NOW is when the light switch in the basement needs to be painted because "it's…

We're driving in the car and it's raining out, the snow turned to mush just like that with a little drizzle, and there's a song on the radio about fighting. The Dragon is singing along although he doesn't really understand the words, but he belts out the word "fight" every time it comes up, which is often, and it makes me think about how much focus he gets when he dons his little red boxing gloves in the basement and punches out Mr. Kapow -- which is what we call the child-size punching bag…

It's been a while since I've posted.  There seemingly hasn't been much exciting about the movies lately.  Even the Oscars were kind of bland.  But as we approach the summer movie season, there will be much to discuss. 

In the meantime, check out a trailer that's (ahem) making a splash:

And if there's any upcoming movies…