I'm unfriending people that I never really talk with/comment with/etc. If you're bummed, lemme know and I'll add you back, but I'm pretty sure that most of the unfriending won't be a big deal. Cool? Cool.

Does anybody wanna go on one of the Christmas ships with me? It's $24 a person. I'm not totally set on going, but I thought it might be fun.
The Christmas ships will be at O.O. Denny Park on December 22nd, and Meggy and I will most definitely be down there. I wanna get a group together! So...wanna go?

I've been feeling really...I don't know...private-ish lately? And instead of making 251 different filters for different subjects, I just did a major unfriending. This time, it's not about how much you comment, or don't comment, or how often you post...it's just down to the bare minimum- most of the people left I know in real life. Those I don't know in real life, I've been online friends with since the dawn of time. So. There you go. I hate unfriendings. I hate feeling guilty. But then again, why should I appologize for wanting to just keep my LJ between people I'm really close with? UGH.

So. It's not because I don't like you. It's not because you aren't funny, or sweet or whatever. It's just because I'm going through a private phase.

Does anybody have this CD?



They don't have it on iTunes, it's $35 on Ebay, and the cheapest one on Amazon is $12.99 but it has scratches.
Help! I neeeeeed this CD!

Ok dudes, I need your help. I need to get from any airport in England to Seattle, on a non-stop flight. The cheapest I've found so far for me and the Megs (on my lap) is $2015.34 including all taxes and such. I want to leave in mid-July and come back in mid-August. If you can find a dramatically cheaper flight (like, $100 or more) cheaper flight, I'll send you a box of goodies.

Ready....set....GO!

Y'know what I miss? I miss having friends that I can lay in bed with, and spoon, and talk, and fall asleep with, then wake up and talk and spoon s'more. A few of you are spoony friends. But you're all far away. Or rather, I'm far away. This all stems from watching Grey's Anatomy and seeing Cristina and Meredith laying in bed talking.

Even with my parents and grandparents giving me money to go home this summer, I just don't think it's going to happen. I was ready to buy a ticket tonight...thinking that I need to do it soon. It's $2032.24! FUCK, DUDE! *Sigh*

Megan had her one year well-baby check up today. She weighs exactly 20lbs. and is doing fabulously. She had to get 4 shots. I kept going back and forth on the freakin' chickenpox one. She ended up having it. I hate double guessing myself. Anyway...while the chick was preparing the shots, I asked if any of them contained Thimerosal, since I noticed that one of the vaccinations was the '98 version. She said, "Uhhh, well, if I knew what Thimerosal was, maybe I could tell you!" *Mouth drops open* Um, holy crap, you're the chick GIVING SHOTS. How does somebody who deals with poking people all day NOT KNOW THAT?!? Whatever. She called in an actual doctor who looked at all the inserts and said that no, none of them had it. Anyway, my poor Megs...four shots, then I noticed that her first 2 molars are poking through. NOT a fun day.

Curt has dorm duty tonight...basically he sits around from 8:30pm to 3:00am making sure that the dorm kids are behaving. FUN! *Rolls eyes* Anyway, tomorrow we hang out and do whatever...then Sunday is Curt's Super Special Day of AWESOMENESS (which I'll write about after the fact). Oh, and tomorrow night is girls night out. It should be fun.

I cleaned up my friend's list. If you got deleted, it's because you never comment. EVER. KTHX.

Hey, if you guys use MSN messenger, check this out...you can get money donated to various charities by adding stuff to your MSN name. :)

http://im.live.com/Messenger/IM/Home/

He just posted this on MySpace. He's such a good writer- so cute!

You know, there's a saying among the Americans over here regarding their dealings with the Brits: We're two cultures separated by a common language.

First of all, there are so many different forms of the British dialect that it's damn near impossible to understand them all. And telephone conversations are right out.

Second, let me give you a quick primer on American to British English, to include a lot of slang terms they like to use over here (some of which you've probably heard of):

Fries are chips, and chips are crisps. Panties are pants, and pants are trousers. Car trunks are boots, and boots are wellies. Cigarettes are fags, and (male homosexuals) are poofs. A masturbater is a wanker, and a wanker is a plonker. Vaginas are fannies, and fannies are bums (which makes the term "fanny pack" redundant).

You don't get your food to go, you ask for "takeaway". The Brits love their "bangers and mash" (sausage and mashed potatoes) for breakfast. You don't stand in line, you wait in a "queue". Ten bucks is "five quid" (after the exchange rate). Oh, and they have no idea what toilet paper is...they use "bog rolls".

Hell, just driving down the road is confusing. Gas is petrol, trucks are lorries, traffic circles are roundabouts, and rest areas are lay-bys. They don't have stop signs, only yield signs, except they're not yield signs, they're "Give Way" signs. And of course, there's that whole driving on the left thing...

I love it here, but nobody said anything about learning Enlish all over again. All I can say is if you ever visit the UK, you better be sure you're ken to the language, or some bloke'll think you're a nutter wot's gone tits-up!

Gratuitous "Send me love plz" post:

Get your own valentinr

I think Valentine's Day stopped being fun in 3rd grade. How sad is that? And you'd think that since I'm married it would be fun, but no, I still really don't like it. Bleh. However, I DO miss being in elementary school and getting valentines from everybody because it was required. This reminds me of that. So please send me a valentine.

Get your own valentinr

I woke up at 9:30, played around on the computer for a while, then went to Kristine's house at 10:00. We went shopping, because Yours was having a huge sale and all these cute shirts and pants were only 5 pounds. Woo. Uhhh...I found one shirt I liked. Kristine bought a crapload of stuff, even though she bought a crapload of stuff from there yesterday. On the way home I was like "Hey, you've never even see me when I've actually done my hair and makeup!" which led to "Lets get cute and DO something tonight".

I dyed my hair. I deep conditioned my hair. I dried my hair. I straigtend my hair. I put on makeup. I put on a cute outfit. I started walking over to Kristine's house (3 doors down). Kristine almost drove past me, but honked and stopped. There were two other people in her car (who she doesn't particularly like). She said "Hey, where are you going?!?" and I said "Uhhh to YOUR house. Where are YOU going?" and she said "Oh, we're going to Outback." Lemme just say that we talked earlier today about how whenever she hangs out with these people she doesn't particularly like, she gets peeved because they ONLY want to eat at Chili's or Outback, and she thinks that's dumb because you have to drive forever, the food isn't that great, and you can eat there when you're back in the states, so why not go someplace Englandy? Anyway. I was like "Uhhh...I thought we were going to hang out?" and she was like "Oh. I thought you were going to clean or something." and I felt like saying "Bitch, I got all sexed up for you and you're going to OUTBACK?!" but I was like "Oh. Um. Have fun." and they were like "COME WITH US!" and I was like "Nah, I'm good, KTHX."

So I come inside, feeling really bummed out. I go on this babywearing forum to see if the chick I wanna buy a wrap from had written back. She did. She was like "Oh, somebody else messaged me about it first..." which isn't true since I'm the first person to reply to the damn thread. Whatever. Thank goodness I was still TOTALLY winning the Storch sling on German Ebay, right?

We went out to dinner and had amazing Thai food. We came home and I lost the auction that I'd been winning for 4 days. Fuck that dude. I'm so pissed.

I know that if these are the biggest things I have to be upset about that I'm leading a pretty damn good life. But I'm having a woe-is-me moment, so just go with it.

Poll #877400 Y'know, that whole "Do you want a Christmas card?" thing...
Open to: All, results viewable to: None

Would you like a Christmas card?

So dude, what's your address? Give it to me even if you think I have it, because I don't have ANY addresses anymore. Whoops!

We finally found the laptop cord (thank goodness it didn't get packed) and now I'm on the laptop in TLF. Yay!
Megan totally chomped down on my boob this morning and I still have two little teeth marks on my nipple. And it hurts. A lot. Thank goodness she only has two teeth.
I'm ready to go to England! *Bounce bounce bounce*
My birthday is in 2 days. Yay for that.
Last night was my last LLL meeting, so Lindsey and Kim made a boob cake (it was dome shaped like a boob and frosted accordingly) and boob cupcakes! Oh man, I love those girls. What am I going to do without them?!
I think Curt's going away party is today? If so, then horray for fajitas! Wheee!
Can I move now? Please? I'm ready!
My mama is in Jamaica doing dental work up in the boonies in some little mountain village. I miss her lots, and this is the longest we've ever gone without talking. :(

Friends cut, you know the drill... I mostly just deleted people who never comment. I figure if you never comment, you won't care if you're cut anyway. Because you're probably not even reading this. Anyway...word.

It's 4:09! That means it's time for me to bitch about how much I hate where we live!

Anything over 75 degrees is TOO HOT.
I pumped a bottle and I'm going to water aerobics.

Megan really is totally fine, and as far as the Galactosemia thing, she always will be fine. She can eat ice cream and grilled cheese sandwhiches and whatever else she wants, and she'll be HEALTHY. :)

Even if Curt and I BOTH carry the Galctosemia gene, we'd only have a 25% chance of having a baby with full blown Galactosemia. Only one of us passed the gene on to her, which means her body is only making half the enzymes to break down Galactose. But half is enough. :) The thing that really made me feel better, is that the doctor said that Curt or I have been living our lives with only half the enzymes, and we're both fine, and so Megan will be fine too. Is this making sense? I feel like I'm babbling and not getting to the point.

I asked the doctor why if Curt or I have the gene, why our newborn screening tests didn't show up weird, and she said it's because the test is designed to only find the full blown Galactosemia cases- not just the carriers, but occasionally it'll pick up the carriers as well as the full blown Galactosemia cases. So basically, it was just a fluke, and I got just what I wanted- a promise that Megan is fine, and we can put all of this behind us. She even said it's not even something we ever have to think about again- her next pediatrician doesn't even need to know about it. :)

To top it all off, we bought a crapload of stuff at Target, went out to dinner, ANNNNNNND had frozen custard (which I had always wanted to try). I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Killing time because my husband has fallen off the face of the earth and I'm freaking out... I'm sorry, but it doesn't take TWO HOURS to go to Wal*mart for cat food and kitty litter. *Sigh*
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