Hello all, and sorry for the disappearance.
I've just finished learning that when you get a cold AND you're pregnant, the cold is twice as harsh, and recovery takes twice as long. The doctor says it's due to immuno-suppression, which makes no sense to me. Wouldn't you think that when your pregnant, your immune system is on Orange Alert? It really doesn't make sense, and I think the doctor made it up. In any case, the last week or so was pleasant. Not.
I've lots to say (as usual), but I'm sneaking this entry in before we leave for the day for the in-laws in CT.
Have a fabulous holiday!
Posted at 9:02 am by Suburbia
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Contractors came. House painted. Wife happy. Thanks to you all for commiserating. I wish I were showing, because I am totally not beyond using pregnancy as a tool to get a contractor in the door faster.
I have to switch back to politics for a minute.
So all this talk about the election vote being "values-based", and some recent rumblings in my local blog-o-sphere has gotten me interested, again, in the topic of gay marriage. Because I just cannot conceive that the slight majority of Americans are so innately homophobic as to enact
counter-civil rights legislation against homosexuals, I put on my Google Goggles and spent some time researching any legally legitimate concern that the other side might have against gay marriage.
I started to summarize my findings, but it turned out to be a super-long and super-boring entry. It appears that the most "viable" argument against gay marriage is the "slippery slope" argument.
So here you go: the absolute best (if slanted, fine) summary of the gay marriage rights arguments and counter-arguments that I have found are listed here, in a Slate magazine article:
http://slate.msn.com/id/2100824/
Enjoy.
Posted at 7:30 pm by Suburbia
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As a contractor, if you say you are coming to paint someone's living room on Thursday, and , after that person (also known as a "customer") has given you a significant deposit and waited 4 months until your painting schedule is open, then Thursday is when the customer is expecting you. Not NEXT Thursday, not this Friday. Thursday. Tomorrow.
Do not toy with a pregnant, tired woman. I will either stand before you and sob uncontrollably, or I will stand before you and itch myself to little pulpy bits and pieces until you appear with your magic paint cans and paint brushes paint our living room.
You see, Mr. Contractor Guy, the baby cannot come home to a home with an unpainted living room. They will notice this in photographs later, and they will think that they were unloved and will end up in prison or in therapy (or both) because we did not line or nest properly in loving preparation for their arrival. Don't argue with me about this fact.
I think I'll call you yet again and leave another "cheerful yet insistent" message on your machine. (My God, I've turned into my mother already. But that's a whole other blog post...)
Posted at 8:21 pm by Suburbia
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