Haunted Ebay

This is not a post updating you on my family or anything like that.  You just got one of those.  If you come here for a baby fix, go look at the flickr account.  This is something else all together.

I was looking at Regretsy (great site, by the way.  You should totally click that) and came across this really strange doll.  I thought to myself, surely this is not a normal kind of thing.  This person just has a random doll that they don’t like and want to make some money on.  As it turns out, they, um, collect haunted dolls.  And they seem to only collect sexually perverse dolls.  Or they only sell sexually perverse ones.  For lots of money.  Either way, this is not a normal occurrence, right?  WRONG!

Apparently there’s a rather considerable market for possessed dolls on Ebay.  I looked up haunted dolls and got pages.  So I have a few questions…

Why should we believe that they are haunted.  Wouldn’t they be all over the news or Syfy channel? These seem to be very active dolls, so why haven’t we heard about them before?  Maybe you should try to catch some of their “behavior” on video so that the buyer knows what they’re getting in for.

Who on Earth would want to purchase a doll that they know to be haunted?  Wouldn’t that be kind of creepy?

Why are the most evil and sexually perverse dolls the most expensive?  Seriously.  It like saying “This doll will give you nightmares and destroy your stuff.  You should pay me at least $100 for it.  Maybe $200.”

My favorite part… many of these post say that you should be sane of mind if you intend to purchase one of these dolls.  Somehow I don’t see that happening.

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Published in: on April 14, 2010 at 7:17 pm  Comments (2)  

So Much To Say

Life has been insane lately.  Isn’t it always?

Aaron is continuing to love his new job.  They love him back.  It seems they are always bragging on him and acting as if he were something special.  Of course he is, and they are just recognizing him for the awesome guy he is.  Things are going well there.

Ashton started school, and he loves it.  They’re ok with him.  He’s still not sure how to handle himself in school sometimes, but he is getting better.  He goes to HEB Music and Dance which is a preschool that combines academics and fine arts.  I love it.

Anwyn has teeth and knows how to use them.  In related news, we are starting to ween her off of the breast and trying to get her to switch to a cup.

This week was the fist week of Scarborough Faire.  We had fun the first day as a family.  We walked around, did some light shopping, saw people we hadn’t seen in a year, and enjoyed a beautiful day.  I found a couple of new shops that I’m sure I will be visiting again before the season end.  Ashton had fun in his pirate costume, and Anwyn had a new dress to show off.  This was her first time at this faire, but not her first faire all together.  We spent a day at Sherwood Forest Faire in March, where she got the lovely dress (it’s a shirt that is too big for her) that she wore this weekend.  When we made it around to the Bellydance show, we found out that they were going to need a drummer for the next day (the drummer that was supposed to be there had a family emergency and we send our love and well wishes to him and his loved ones).  Aaron agreed to do it, increasing the number of days that he would be playing this year to six.

The next day Aaron left early with his brand new costume, while the kids and I took our time getting ready.  I wanted to go out to see Aaron debut the new costume that his mother just finished for him (she outdid her self.  It’s beautiful).  I dropped them off with their Lala and Grandpa, and I headed out to faire on my own.  I forgot how much fun I could have just wandering around the faire grounds by myself.  I would occasionally meet up with a friend to walk around with for a while, I would stop at different booths to say hi to people, I got to have a drink.  It was extremely nice.  Aaron seemed to have a good day as well.  By the time we went to pick up the kids, Ash was asleep and Anwyn was starting to get irritated (tired or wanting to nurse, I’m not sure which).

I’ve updated my flickr account finally, so go check out the new pictures.  My sister in law Beth took some pictures of the kids at faire on Saturday, so I stole them off of her Facebook and put them on my flickr.  Go look and enjoy (scroll down, right side of page).

Today we have an appointment to get our taxes done, and I have no idea what we’re going to have for dinner.  Or when we’re going to get to the grocery store.  Yay!  It’s faire season!

Published in: on April 12, 2010 at 7:18 pm  Comments (1)  

Still here

Some day I’ll be able to start a post on this blog without an apology about how long it’s been since I posted. Today is not that day.  2010 is officially trying to kick my ass.

Aaron has a new job.  Nothing really to say there except that it’s awesome and everyone in our house is much happier.

My brother got married last weekend.  It was a beautiful ceremony, a fun reception, and everyone seems to have had a blast.  Well, there was one exception, but that person was being intentionally difficult and no one cared what she thought by the end.

Anwyn is huge.  Ok, maybe not huge, but she feels like she’s gotten really big.  She rolls around without any issues and she desperately wants to crawl.  She babbles and giggles and makes all sorts of noises at us.  She has two teeth, and today she signed “eat” along with her signing video.  Well, she signed something that looked like eat, but i could tell that’s what she meant.

Ashton started school!  He loves it, they love him, everyone is happy.  He’s going two days a week right now, and we might try to switch to three later on.  It’s an amazing preschool where they teach music and dance classes.  This means they wear his butt out and he actually takes naps again and oh my god did I mention how much I love this school?

Also on the Ashton front, Lissa finally made him a stuffed animal that she started ages ago and it’s kind of awesome.  Back story time:

When Ash was younger we had a yarn store down the road.  I went in there looking for a gift for Lissa, and the owner (who loved kids) grabbed my son and wandered off with him.  When they came back he was drooling all over a ball of green fuzzy yarn.  The owner said it was a gift for him, that that maybe someone could knit him something cute out of it.  She saw froggies.  I saw a baby plush Cthulhu.  Lissa saw things my way, got started on the toy, put it away to do something else, and there it sat.  For a while.

She finally got it finished, and now Ashton loves it.  At first it was his dragon, and then we explained that it had a name.  So he now calls it Lulu.  When we call it Cthulhu he corrects us.  And then asks why we’re giggling.

It snowed recently, and I owe you a picture post of it because it was a lot of fun.  We got about 12 inches, which is unheard of in North Texas.  We lost power for three days.  Fun times.

2009 and the New Year

Stolen from Lissa, because that’s what good friends do.  They steal memes.  Also ice cream.

1. What did you do in 2009 that you’d never done before?  I had a girl. I can’t say that I had a child, because I already have Ashton, but a girl is a new experience.  So was having a planned c-section.  It was nice having a baby without all of the drama of an emergency surgery.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year???  Lets see…

I wanted to work on dancing, but the pregnancy thing kind of messed that up.  I wanted to work on a group that does parades for the studio, and didn’t get around to saying a word about it (until this last month, and it wasn’t to Isis).  I didn’t work on jewelry making the way I wanted to, but I have started to tat.  I’m not very good at it yet, but I’m getting there.  Also, I’m slowly but surely learning how to sew.  Did not find any part time jobs, and didn’t get to work on flower design at all this year.  One day I want to make a job out of that.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth???  Um… me?  Also, on the exact same day, in California, Aaron’s cousin had her second child as well.  Both girls.  Ours is our precious Anwyn, and theirs is a cute little one named Brynn (I think that’s the spelling).

4. Did anyone close to you die???  We lost some people in the Ren community this year.  Some suddenly, and some who we knew were getting ill.

5. What countries did you visit???  Man… I didn’t even visit the country we have around here.  Seriously, I didn’t get out much this year, what with the giant belly and all.

6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?  More money.  Aaron’s job cut his pay at the beginning of the year and we’ve been much tighter financially this year than we like being.

7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? ??  August 31, because my daughter was born that day.  That’s pretty much it.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year???  Dude, I created another life.  An actual human being.  What the hell did you do?

9. What was your biggest failure? ??  Not finding my husband a new job.  And not getting the boy fully potty trained, as I had planned to.  He’s a tough nut to crack.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?  This pregnancy was much harder than the last, and after the surgery I had some complications.  What turned out to be an infection looked like I was bleeding excessively.  That was a rather scary moment.

11. What was the best thing you bought?  I’d say Anwyn, but that seems tacky.  Babies are expensive though.  I think it might be the chairs to go with my new table.  They’re very nice.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration? ??  Ashton’s, for almost having figured out the potty.  And for all of the amazing things he’s learned over the last year.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed???  My son’s, because he’s a three year old.  He can too be the answer to both questions!  Politicians in general annoy the hell out of me, and I’m tired of them (as well as the media at large) preying on the fears of the public.

14. Where did most of your money go? Medical bills.

15. What did you get really excited about? My baby girl.  She’s amazing, and exhausting.

16. What song will always remind you of 2009? I can’t really think of one.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:? – happier or sadder? A little sadder. This time last year I had just found out that I was pregnant.  This year things have been difficult – thinner or fatter? More or less the same, but since I had a baby 4 months ago, I guess that’s not a bad thing – richer or poorer? Most certainly poorer.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?  I’m not sure.  Maybe get out more.  I’ve turned into a bit of a home body lately.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?  Being pregnant.  I know, not really possible, but toward the end there I was D-O-N-E.

20. How did you spend Christmas?  My parents came to town, and we spent it with Aaron’s family.

21. Did you fall in love in 2009?  I had a baby, so yes.

22. What was your favorite TV program?  Most certainly Glee.

23. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?  Not really.

24. What was the best book you read?  I don’t know, but I Hate Myself and I Want To Die was up there.

25. What was your greatest musical discovery?   The show Phineas and Ferb?  I don’t really know.

26. What did you want and get? My new table.  A hula hoop.  A tatting shuttle.

27. What did you want and not get?  I don’t know.  Maybe some new costume stuff, like a new skirt.

28. What was your favorite film of this year?  We didn’t get to see to many movies this year.  I didn’t really have a favorite.

29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?   We had a party, and I turned 30.  Anwyn spent the night at Aaron’s parents’ place, and she did fine, but she hasn’t been able to stay with anyone since then.

30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?  I’m not sure.  Maybe being able to get Ash into a school program or finding a way to contribute to the house financially.

31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009? Mom, minus the Mom Jeans.  Those things are horrible.  Mostly maternity clothes.

32. What kept you sane?  Dancing.

33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? For some reason I think John Simm is painfully adorable.  Especially as the Master.

34. What political issue stirred you the most?  Gay marriage.  Aaron and I have talked about getting our marriage changed to a civil union if that ever gets passed in Texas.  We’re not religious people, and if marriage is a religious event, why should we call our union that?

35. Who did you miss?  No one, really.  I occasionally think about old friends and wonder how they are, but that’s as far as it goes.

36. Who was the best new person you met?  I didn’t get out much, didn’t meet a whole lot of new people.

37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009.?  No matter what, no two children are the same.  Even if you’ve had children already, you’re never ready to have another one.  And the most amazing sound in the world is still hearing your new baby cry for the first time.

38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year?  Can’t think of any.  God I suck at this.

This year has flown by so fast that I can’t remember half of it.  I spent so much of it suffering from placenta brain, that I honestly couldn’t tell you which way was up for half the year.  But it’s over, and here’s hoping for great things and new opportunities in 2010!

Published in: on January 1, 2010 at 10:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

What did you expect?

Um… hi there.  So, I know it’s been forever and you all want to know how everything went after we had the baby and I swear I was just about to get around to telling you, but then life got in the way and… I have a baby… and a toddler…

Oh never mind.

I spent the rest of the day after having Anwyn drugged out of my mind.  Really, I couldn’t tell you anything that happened that day.  I was released a few days later.  The end.

But it wasn’t the end.  After getting home I took my sweet time healing, and ended up getting a uterine infection 5 weeks later.  That was one of the most horrific experiences ever, because apparently a sign that you might have an infection in there is that you bleed.  Lots of sudden blood.  I thought I was dying and my husband rushed me to the hospital only to find out they couldn’t see anything actually wrong with me.  The Dr. the next day determined that I had an infection and gave me medicine.  The whole thing seemed rather anticlimactic in the end.

Anwyn is huge.  Well, she’s normal, but to me she seems big.  She giggles and coos and makes weird faces when she farts and does all those wonderful silly things that babies are supposed to do.  She loves bath time and hates tummy time.  She will be four months old at the end of the month, and I think she might be getting her first tooth because she has suddenly decided she has to gnaw and drool all over everything.  She hasn’t rolled over yet, but I think she’s strong enough to.  She rolls onto her side and just stays there.  I can’t leave her on her tummy long enough for her to roll onto her back because my ears can’t handle the noise she makes when I try, and nothing in the world will convince her to roll from her back to her tummy.  So she rolls onto her side and makes silly noises and I’ll just have to accept that.

She’s so strong already.  Her legs, arms, neck, everything is perfect.  She doesn’t have the motor skills to do half of what she wants to, and you can see her trying to work that out sometimes.  She’ll watch Ashton do something and try to mimic him, figuring out how he does it.  She has started to show interest in other babies and kids.  She giggles and talk to them.  The only trouble is, she doesn’t seem to understand that the ones on t.v. can’t respond to her.  So by the end of most shows that feature kids she’s yelling at the television, determined to get their attention.  It’s kind of funny  to watch.

That’s about all there is to tell, really.  I’m dancing again and loving it.  Aaron’s still hunting for a new place to work (he has a job, but would like something new).  Life is pretty much still going on the way it was before.  We just have one more person in it now, is all.

Speaking of the new person… it’s time for her to wake up.  Wish me luck!

The O.R.

This could take a while to get through.  I guess I’ll just have to do it in installations.

Our O.R. nurse what a blast.  While I was in triage she cracked jokes with us, was hyper and silly as hell.  She kept telling us how much fun we were, and how most people were no fun at that hour.  I would have told her that I’m usually no fun when I’m woken up early, but since I never went to sleep it didn’t seem to be a problem.  I wasn’t even getting hungry, thanks to Dad’s nifty little super seed.

(BTW, they were chia seeds.  Yes, chia as in chia pets.  The seeds are apparently really good at helping you release sugars slowly, and are even better for you than flax seeds.)

When the labor and delivery nurse came in to talk to our OR nurse, our nurse made faces behind her back and rolled her eyes.  She was apparently not a fan of hers, and didn’t make any attempt to hide it from us, which made me like her even more.  The anesthesiologist came in to let me know what was going on, and exactly what he was going to do when we got into the OR.  He was so much nicer and calmer than the doctor I had when I had Ashton (and considerably younger, and a bit cuter).  Then they wheeled me into the room.

My sunny and bubbly disposition vanished.  I instantly began shaking violently.  They kept telling me it was cold in there, which I could feel was the case, but I knew I was terrified.  They got me on the table, numbed me from the waist down, and laid me down on the table to prepare for surgery.  Aaron could see through the window the needle that they put in my back.  Thankfully, I could not.  From the way he described it, I would have had an instant panic attack.

The music was an interesting mix of country from every decade, 80’s pop, and some more recent top 40 hits.  When Madonna’s Vogue came on, one of the nurses commented that she was unfamiliar with the song.  The others in the room where shocked to hear this, and talked about going out dancing to this song.  Jokes were made about my OB being a dancer and he declared that he was a disco king.  Everyone started laughing and I commented that I didn’t want to know what was happening on the other side of the sheet (they had the sheet up at this point, but had not actually started surgery yet).  For my benefit, my doctor came over to where I could see him, and struck his disco pose once more.

They let Aaron in the room, and got started working on me.  Most of it becomes a blur at this point.  I remember smelling burning flesh (I had a tubal while they did the cesarian section) and I remember feeling lots of pressure as they pushed her down (she was still sitting pretty high).  The only moment during the surgery that I remember was hearing the words “the gay-dar really worked on that one.”  Thinking this was an odd statement I asked what they were talking about.  (Actually I asked if I had actually just heard the word gay-dar).  They all laughed and told me that they were talking about American Idol, while they were cutting me open.  Seriously, I’m not sure how I’ll ever take my OB-GYN seriously ever again.

The nurse standing next to me smiled and told me she was out.  All I could think (and apparently say) was “Cry, cry, cry, come on cry, please cry.”  I needed to hear her voice and know she was ok.  Finally, once they got her airway cleared, she let out a very loud and healthy cry.  And I cried, and then I threw up.  I’m pretty sure those things weren’t related, just happened close to each-other.  My anesthesiologist tried desperately to give me anti-nausea meds, but nothing worked.  I was going to be sick whether they liked it or not.

They quickly finished up, I felt lots more pressure, and they wheeled both me and our new little bundle of angry to my recovery room.  As soon as she was out of the womb she was rooting (between screams) so I was able to nurse her right away.

Published in: on September 22, 2009 at 3:55 am  Leave a Comment  

Long Overdue

So…

Yeah I’m still here.  I’m still alive.  Life with a newborn and a toddler is really exciting.  And by exciting I mean exhausting.  And miserable.  And totally sleep deprived.  Basically, I’m begging you to forgive me for totally blowing you all off when you were patiently waiting for me to tell you all about having our baby.  Please?

So the basics… Anwyn Renea was born August 31, at 8:03 am.  She weighed 5 lbs. 5 ozs. and was 19 inches long.

We had to go in for pre-op on Friday.  They basically got all my paperwork done, and drew all of the blood that they needed.  This would apparently take two people, three needles, three needle holes, and a whole lot of arguing with my veins to cooperate to get done.  For some reason my body refused to bleed for them.  I usually bleed really easily, so this was strange.

There was a couple in there when we arrived.  A young girl (late teens, I think?  Maybe 20) who was not yet 30 weeks, and was a first timer.  She was told that what she was feeling was normal, but not labor.  I remember being that far along with Ashton and reading everything possible about any discomfort I felt.  Every little thing meant a trip to the computer or the considerable amount of reading material my Dr gave me when I first came in.  I always knew the answer to every feeling I had.

Later when we were filling out paper work another couple came in (yet again, expecting their first).  It turns out her water had broken.  She made certain to tell the nurses that this was her first pregnancy so she wasn’t sure if she was going into labor or not.   It was kind of cute seeing her there, trying to remain calm and collected.  She answered all of their questions clearly, and had the feeling of someone who was on top of everything.  Her husband (I’m guessing) had the most terrified stare on his face.  He looked completly lost.  When we got back into the car Aaron and I talked about them, and how the roller coaster was just starting for them.  We talked about the first time we went through this, and how much like that couple we were (only I wasn’t at all collected.  I completely checked out when they talked about inducing).  This time was so different, so calm, so organized.  It promised to be a very different experience from the first time.

Sunday night I ate like a freaking queen.  Mom spoiled me with nice cuts of meat, and an awesome meal.  Dad went and got me a special seed that would help me keep my energy up the next day since I couldn’t eat anything.  Aaron made me biscuits (which I finished all of) around 11:00 pm.  Then I went to bed and didn’t sleep a wink.  The next morning we had to be at the hospital before 6:00 am.  Those of you who know me well or have ever seen me in the morning can imagine how well that went.  But it wasn’t too bad, the seeds Dad had fed me did the trick, and I was bubbly and energetic up until they wheeled me into the O.R.

Published in: on September 20, 2009 at 10:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

Odd Pregnancy Dream

I have two real honest to goodness posts that I need to make.  But because I can’t be bothered with it, I’ll put up a quickie for you all instead.

Last night I dreamt.  I really hate it when this happens, typically.  I dreamt that I woke up with both my son and my husband in bed beaming at me.  I asked what was going on and Aaron told me, “You had the baby in your sleep.  All by yourself, and you didn’t even wake up!  She was so beautiful!”

I found it odd that he used the the past tense so I commented on it.  He looked embarrassed and admitted that he had called the doctor.  “You were asleep and I didn’t know what to do.  I knew she was still kind of early.  They asked if the umbilical cord was still attached and when I said yes they told me to put her back in.  Walked me through it and everything.”

I nearly killed him.  He then went gushing on about how pretty she was and how she was already so big.  He couldn’t wait for me to meet her.  I started crying and then I woke up.  I was still kind of pissed at him when I was awake, and had to remind myself that this was only a dream.

I am so done with this.

Published in: on August 3, 2009 at 5:12 am  Leave a Comment  

Because Jess Kicks Ass!

I got my tummy made all pretty!

I remember not long after having Ashton seeing a website with several pregnant women with henna on their tummies.  I cursed myself for not thinking of doing it, and swore up and down that with my next pregnancy that I would have it done.  I brought this up to a friend of mine who said she would do it for me, and so it was agreed that next time I became pregnant, she would henna my belly.  I wanted it toward the end of my pregnancy, so July seemed like the logical time to get it done.  So we set a date, and I ordered the supplies.  On Saturday she came over.

Sadly, because I have no idea what I’m doing and have never done any henna work outside of my friends hair, I had no idea how long it should set before we used it.  I thought a couple of hours would suffice, but was told afterwards that 12 was a much safer amount of time.  So Jessamyn’s amazing artwork was rather light colored when all was said and done.  Regardless, she did an amazing job.

That evening we went to Aaron’s parents’ house for his sister’s birthday party.  Everyone loved the henna work, but we noticed as it was flaking off that it was, in fact, going to be too light a color (as I said before).  So when we got home we got the left over henna out of the freezer, and set it out for the next day.  Sunday afternoon after we finished up at the grocrey store, Aaron took the bag and traced over Jessie’s design.  Thankfully he did a great job, and the henna was considerably darker this time.

Published in: on July 21, 2009 at 3:09 am  Leave a Comment  

Silly Conversations

Aaron’s reaction to losing an argument: “Oh yeah?  Well you’re just still upset that a house fell on your sister.”

I was a little confused and disturbed about this statement.  So I responded with, “So I’m Elphaba now?  Maybe I should be mad that someone dropped a house on my sister.  Or more importantly, maybe I’m upset that someone used my sisters tragic demise to try to gain a political foothold and enslave and manipulate my people.  Did you ever think of that?  Maybe I’m just frustrated and tired of being profiled because I have an unfortunate skin condition and a severe allergic reaction to water.  And maybe, just maybe, you’d be a little grumpy too.  I’m not a wicked witch, I’M A POLITICAL ACTIVIST!!!”

Aaron just stared at me for a few minutes.  “You know?” he finally said, “That insult was a whole lot funnier before Wicked came out.”

Later on, Aaron was playing this zombie game that he’s found online.  I was ready to start another episode of Dexter, and I was waiting on him.

“Are you in there shooting zombies again?  That’s just so rude.”

“What?  I’m just sitting in my house, chilling, and these zombies come banging my door down!  What am I supposed to do?”

“You don’t even give them a chance!  You have no idea what it is they need.”

“They’re banging down my door!”

“And your automatic response is to shoot them.  You don’t even try to talk to them, do you?  Didn’t even occur to you, did it?”

*Stares in disbelief for a few seconds* “I’m just sitting there and they come banging down my door and come at me and I’m all like ‘Whoa, guys, lets talk about this’ and they keep coming and I’m all ‘look back up and lets talk or I’ll have to shoot’ and they don’t and so I have to shoot them.  It’s not like I want to.”

“Well, maybe it’s just a language barrier.  You simply don’t understand each other and you aren’t even willing to try!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak “Uuungh!”

Yeah.  That’s how my night has been.

There was another funny conversation in there somewhere, but I don’t remember it.  Maybe I’ll tweet it later.

Published in: on July 7, 2009 at 4:34 am  Leave a Comment