I'm still fucked up from that barbecue. My stomach is shredded, my intestines are upset with me...but those Maalox pills are great.

I should be cleaning but an Elvis song came on and I was distracted...I think I may have ADD or something...this song is the funk and I don't know what it is, it's some kind of remix...

I have all these clothes...I didn't realize how many clothes I had until I got to where I couldn't wear them...I miss my other jeans and my adidas t-shirts...*sniff* And all those bras and panties I can't wear now, dress up outfits, I've wanted to wear my black skirt with the high slits, and i could really, it's just...really figure hugging...you can see my bubble butt and then my bubble baby and it's almost comical looking. Unless one is into that whole "pregnancy is sexy" thing and if one is I would like to check temperatures.

So yesterday mom got the lawaway and I sorted through the box and brought the paint in and the room is ready now. Ready to be made ready if that makes sense. I slapped some of the paint on the walls, and it's a bright, cool blue. Not the color I originally wanted to go with but it will be nice and cheerful for Jonathan. I just did a second coat and it's even brighter and vibrant for such a light blue, it's called Stratosphere I think. I still have my dream nursery in mind...one day when I'm rich and famous or maybe just rich I'm going to have another baby, right? And his/her nursery is going to be done in a celestial/mariner theme, with a round crib and a canopy in the middle of the room and it's gonna be the smackity smack, with a bay window and an antique crystal chandelier as a crowning piece since I have cathedral ceilings in the baby's room. Heh.

REALITY CHECK!

I didn't go see the prez today. I watched some of his conference from the Seelbach and watched him leave Louisville. I kind of regret not going now but I wouldn't have gone alone. Ah well. Hopefully, opportunity will knock again. Or maybe Jonathan will totally surprise and shock and go against Kentucky standards and becomes a lawyer and politician and then run for prez. And then I won't need a ticket.

Ramble ramble nothing of importance or substance to say...

-Petra

written on 2002-09-05 at 2:40 p.m. by sweetsolace.

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