the news from sickland is getting promising. but all i have for you is some photos from tonight when charlotte and i braved the outdoors. i have cabin fever!

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although i have lost my voice, i can still pimp myself. i have been profied (not in a criminal way) over at mommybloggers. imagine me turning all red when you read it. people shouldn’t say nice things about me.
p.s. i am hungry. for chinese food. i blame cait.
p.p.s surrender the booty

char is still sick. her fever was gone, then back. she is loggy and snotty and coughing. she just wants to be held, which is actually kind of nice, but difficult to make lunch while holding a toddler. and now my throat hurts. sheesh.
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BUGGER! What shall I wear to the Fontleroy wedding on Saturday??
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I am getting al naked for you and BlogHer is still more than a month away. Don’t roll your eyes and tab over to your next blog. This post is sort of about BlogHer, but more about how insane I am. Medicated and insane.
things I am already thinking/obsessing about before BlogHer
what to wear. this is a given if you know me at all. I won’t necessarily plan outfits by the day, but I will bring enough stuff to cover most eventualities. Biggest problem here is finding the outfit that makes me look thin. I have been looking for 15 years and no one seems to carry it. San Jose is in California, but northern California. It is hot, but not Africa kind of hot. I need to bring some cardigans and/or jacket/cover up thingies in case it does get cool in the evening and I am NOT drunk off my ass in someone’s hotel room. Possibly my own, by myself, but don’t drink/nor mope naked. I also need different shoes. Mostly I am going for comfort first style second. Look, I am old and cannot wear heels for more than a sit down dinner and a short stand up good bye. My shoes should say “hey I am not pretentious, I am approachable, but won’t inappropriately touch you, I am stylish, but I am not a slave to the trends.” Can a pair of gold low platform flip flops by Michael Kors possibly convey all of this? Actually I would like everything I wear to say that. And more. Like “yes, I swear a lot in my blog and write about television, and diarrhea, and my on-going depression and love for diet orange crush, but please, please, LOVE ME”. Too needy?
Also clothing but worthy of a whole ‘other paragraph is sleepwear. I mean if we end up having pillow fights while chugging light American beer, I don’t want to be in a panty grazing nightshirt with a kitty on it. Sure, I farted last year when I hugged Melissa and everyone knows it, but the site of my jiggly thighs (hopefully hair free at least) would be too much exposure. Thank god no children will be around to be scarred for life. So what does one wear to sleep at a conference where someone might see you? Old lady flannel nighties, while appropriate for the arctic, not so for no cal. And what if there is some roommate falling out and someone needs to stay with me? I am pretty sure I had similar angst before I went to bible camp in 1981.
drugs. I need enough for me, needles for insulin (helloooo homeland security), all my pillz. I need my junk to make sure I am up and down when appropriate. And as much as I would like to, customs prohibits me from bringing a case lot of 222s into the states. I will however, be bringing some candy since your government seems down with wine gum and Curly Whirly border crossings. Give me your orders soon.
OH GOD and I forgot. The hotel has a swimming pool. I might just wear a skirt and t and tell everyone I forgot it at home. I will dangle my legs in all ladylike while sipping a cocktail.
I think I will go simple with accessories, just put a few favourites necklaces in my bag and leave the diamonds in the safety deposit box (we actually SAW our safety deposit box last night, but alas, no diamonds, just our will. Styro, you get Benwah).
aside: mark just came to bed and fell asleep in about 2 minutes. Is it ok to hate him sort of?
People. BlogHer is going to be so big this year. I know more people, both online and in “real live life”. I am scared, anxious. What if those online friends think they like me now, but see my capri pants and run off screaming? I am also afraid I won’t get quality time with everyone I want to. It was difficult last year and there were only like 12 or 100 of us or something. What if I don’t recognize someone and they think I am snubbing them, but really, I am just visually challenged?
I am sure I will have more stupid things to stew about, but first I have to get my internal organs cooked in Vegas in a month.
Mark, ever helpful, when he read the first part of the post suggested I dress like Zena or Wonder Woman. I totally do NOT have the legs for Wonder Woman.
p.s. Benoit is still not using his hind legs for jumping ,even after the rest, homeopathic medicine, etc. we will take him back to the vet next week. poor kitty. i have to lift him on to the bed.
p.s 2 Charlotte has had a high temperature for the last 24 hours which has been difficult, but she seems a bit better tonight.
p.s. 3 Happy Father’s Day

i am sooooooo lazy. someone come over and read my favourite blogs to me. i will then dictate witty comments. then hold the laptop in front of me and show me all the new photos from all my friends. i will then dictate witty remarks for you (you?) to type. before all this, bring me a diet sprite with the juice from a quarter of a lemon, no seeds. ALSO, please find something decent on fucking television for me to watch. i was so used to having my in-laws here, cooking, cleaning, diapering, putting to bedding, reading to kid, playing with kid, jumping in puddles with kid, while i slacked and slept and ate delicious food (with the appropriate amount of guilt), that i don’t feel like doing anything. i fed my kid KFC tonight people. KFC! it pains me to admit it since i know you all give your kids organic tofu broccoli stir fries with mango juice every night, but it is true.
judge me, then bring me that sprite will ya?

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jennui presents…. a bulleted list

my in-laws are coming tomorrow. they drove here from near Toronto, through Utah, Nevada, California (lets just say this is a huge ass road trip, they are retired). they are retired and love to camp. i think camping is of the devil, but that is another post. anyhow, we don’t know what time tomorrow because (i love you Mark), Mark didn’t ask. we also do not know for how long they are staying because (honestly, I really do love you Mark), Mark didn’t ask. rain and slack threw a delay into GARDEN PLANS 2006, so I am STILL planting stuff. i have a flat of double ruffle white petunias that are begging to be ensconced in soil. add the gardening to the autoclaving of the house, and i have been busy and worryin’. i have had the actual kiddie pool out for charlotte and she loves it. i figured the salad bowl i was using was getting small.
i hate to write too much negative about family on this here blogamathing. especially in-laws. i will say that i fear judgment and silent criticism saved for later and for others when my in-laws visit. it makes me wish i could smoke weed. truthfully it makes me more anxious and demented. i do have some beers around though. they are nice, good people and i am glad they will be here to spend time with the spawn. her latest and favourtistist phrase lately is “mommy what you doin’ here, why you here?”. on the toilet, in the garden, kitchen, bed, just standing there looking at here. it is very cute.