So here we go…

Told you I would need a place to microblog: Just had a thought that when I do go back to Facebook (at this point I’m guessing after Critter is born), I’ll start only posting Joel Osteen inspirational quotes and Tea Party memes with the subtext of “this baby HAS changed everything!” Just to fuck with people.

Magical Days

It’s early – for our household anyway.  I’m sure we will get used to earlier mornings (more on that later). I have a nice cup of cafe con leche because I’ve reached a point where this child will be happier if Mom is happy and damnit, Cuban coffee makes me happy. (For those of you without strong Cuban or Spanish roots who don’t live in Tampa or Miami – it’s a latte – we just don’t call it that here).  I got back on coffee a few weeks ago, for the health benefits. One, it keeps me from killing – which I consider a real healthy benefit.  Two, it uh, keeps things, uh, moving.  For the newly initiated or those that like to troll pregnant ladies (really? srsly? freak.) getting a little backed up is about as common as say… growing a belly.  And growing a belly is something I am doing with hella flair. I like to think I’m still in “cute pregnant lady phase.”  I’ve seen pictures of me (and yes, I do look like the performance artist in Big Lebowski) and more than anything I’m fascinated by how round my face is getting. It’s actually quite flattering. When you’re not 23 (see what I did there?) fuller faces can make you look not your age (see what I continue to do there?). So I’m totally down with it.  A good case in point (thanks pop culture) is this chick who lost 155 pound on Biggest Loser. Of course the “fun” is to now tear down her accomplishment, slap a few labels on her, and sell some magazines – but my feminist ire is finely tuned right now (more on that later) and that’s not my point.  My point is….her face has aged with the weight loss.  She needs to put on some healthy weight and plump that face back up and she’ll look 24 again soon. Also, congrats on losing weight and taking control of your health young lady. Oh, and people are assholes – might as well get to that. You may be seeing more of me (finally) on Week Forty. However, I’m reserving the right to microblog. I tend to have two speeds – long diatribe or two sentences or less. I’ll need a place to post two sentences or less.  It will probably be here. Like the other day when I was listening to NPR (because Liberal) and they were talking about the situation in Homs (and yes I just linked to that news site – its a good news site – I’ve been watching it since my days in “Little Persia” in LA pre-9/11). Steve Inskeep (kinda dreamy for radio don’t you think?) mentioned that part of the relief efforts was sending in “UN food trucks.” Suddenly, I had an image of war-torn, starving, injured Homes residents – grateful for a cease-fire – waiting in line at the Taco Bus and Two Asians & a Grill desperate for a tofu taco or a bahn mi. (This is how I think most days).  I need a place to share that kind of depraved logic. It might as well be with you nice people.   Which brings me to two things – how I think and you nice people. I’m going off the FB for a while.  I’ll still comment and there are actually work things that I do on FB several times a day, but personal posts will be few and far between. Yesterday broke me. Totally broke me....