Tired

I'm soooo tired. Can a person die from tiredness? It's like every day I get more tired. Then I have a relatively energetic day and I know the next day I'm gonna pay. You'd think after weeks of insomnia and broken sleep, you'd catch up one night, right? Not so much. The best part is when you do muster the energy to drag your butt out of the hous, people think they are doing you a favor by clucking their tongues and telling you how dreadful you look. Gee thanks. If I needed that, I'd go stay at my grandma's house.

I've officially stopped watching LOST. The whole show just pisses me off and season three has been a letdown so far. It's like watching Days of Our Lives, but everyone is half naked.

Shows where characters should NOT be half naked:
Days of Our Lives
Sopranos
Frasier
Seinfeld
Harry Potter (not a t.v. show, but ewww!)
Anything involving Leno, Letterman, or Conan
Any cooking or home design show (hot oil & stapleguns)
Who Wants to be a Millionaire

CSI might be hit and miss. Hmmm. Anyway, Catherine already can't keep her cleavage out of the way. I swear every episode it gets longer. It must start somewhere around her navel and end in her middle-aged-neck-wrinkles. Maybe it's there to draw attention away from her bad lip-job?

Baby Banter

Sooo, I totally suck. And I bitch when other people don't blog for a while. I guess I've just been too busy BUYING EVERYTHING ONLINE! Seriously, I'm outta control. I went to town alone today and shopped everywhere. It's boring here. It's friggen cold and there's snow everywhere and there's no point in doing my hair anymore. Even though I got a cool new style. If I go out, I wear a hat. I either need to start putting up Christmas crap, or this baby needs to come out. NOW! I feel pretty good for someone who never sleeps and looks exactly like I swallowed a basketball. Scratch that. Medicine ball is more accurate. That's what it feels like when I'm in bed and try to roll over without a pulley. I figure I'm due in three weeks. The doctor thinks four. Screw that, I say, I was there! There was no one else in the room. If there was, it would all be documented on video like any other saturday night in the Fenner household. I've not blogged partly because right now it's hard to focus on non-preggy things and I absolutely refuse to become one of those women who has to keep an online diary of everything from her morning sickness to her breast tenderness to her vaginal mucus. This annoying self proclaiming inevitably results in an online tribute to the baby. Like anyone, other than the new parents and grandparents, cares. Yeah, we have a baby blog. But it's just the occasional pictures, not a documentation of every milestone. Wheee, baby Herman had FOUR big poops today. Yippee! Now that I've offended at least some of you. I have to haul my bulging belly and my tender breasts to the kitchen to make dinner. Ciao!

Ode to Jen (or at least her geekiness!)

Oh how I miss Jen! I watched LOST last night and was thoroughly distressed. I'm lucky to have caught it at all without Jen here to remind me when it's on. Jen, I don't know if you are following it still or waiting for the dvd. I don't want to ruin it, but they killed one of the best characters off! Bastards! Also, I'm not sure I'm liking this season so much thus far. And another thing, nobody here is up to date on the Harry Potter books, so when you-know-who #1 did that thing to you-know-who #2 in the last book I almost freaked out. I need counselling. I really do.