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Nov. 14th, 2006 12:39 pmShort of my flight being cancelled or the plane falling out of the sky or my luggage getting lost, there wasn't a whole lot else that might have gone wrong with the red eye I took back from San Francisco that got in, oh, about three hours ago. Recipe for a fucking bad morning, even if Tuesday is my first work morning of the week:
( Otherwise known as TV's morning from HEEEEELLLLL )
And, just in case what's lurking behind that cut-tag doesn't prove I had the worst getting out of the airport and getting home experience ever, did I mention...?
A)...I flew on the first day of my period, so I was crampy, in pain, and bleeding for the entire trip (which, because of the stupid delay, I got to sit and worry about, thankssomuch)?
B)...I charged through midtown with my suitcase and shit wearing high-heeled boots (they zip off easy and are normally comfortable, which are good for travelling purposes but not running around ones)?
C)...I had had too much wine the night before and so am therefore working on several nights of sleep deficit?
Don't get me wrong, the trip out in SF was lovely. My sister is, a tad unfairly I think, not at all fat for being seven+ months pregnant. It's all in her abdomen. She'll have the baby and go back to being annoying skinnier than me, just like my whole life. First thing I did when I saw her upon arrival (I hadn't seen her to that point when she was showing) was tell her I absolutely hated her and then gave her a hug around the stomach.
Her baby shower was...uh, wow. The lady who hosted has a gorgeous place, made lots of food, and arranged games. I actually won one and got a Starbucks gift card to go with the party-favor picture album she gave out. It was involved. I felt kinda like a cheapskate, though, since people were throwing billions of gifts at her, outfit after outfit (all of them pink, just about), item after item, and I just had the one onesie and bib that I made. Seemed paltry. Also, I am more certain than ever that I am too terrified of the paraphernalia to ever have a kid. Not only is there a frenzied lot of stuff you need to have/do/make/set aside for a baby (to say nothing of several, like my mom had), but gah! It turns you into some kind of drooling idiot. My sister was adorable in that she was close to crying, she thought her gifts were so cute. But after about the fifteenth fucking pink onesie, I was totally sick of that stuff. It wasn't cute any more. It was only barely cute to begin with. Unlike just about anything else, clothes aren't cuter for being small. I got the task of recording who gave what, so I had to take guesses at what individual outfits were, and, trust me on this, that's not easy. What the hell are baby clothes named? There were sweaters (which are different from jumpers, no matter what the English and their ilk say), onesies, footie pj outfits, fuzzy outer coverings, towels with hoods, blankets, swaddling blankets, washcloths, shirts, dresses, dresses that are really skirted-onesies, skirts! I started writing down what designs were on them because I honestly didn't know what half of them were properly called.
Whew. It's been a busy, busy weekend. I'll be catching up on LJ and life and stuff providing I don't completely crash until Wednesday when I get off work today.
( Otherwise known as TV's morning from HEEEEELLLLL )
And, just in case what's lurking behind that cut-tag doesn't prove I had the worst getting out of the airport and getting home experience ever, did I mention...?
A)...I flew on the first day of my period, so I was crampy, in pain, and bleeding for the entire trip (which, because of the stupid delay, I got to sit and worry about, thankssomuch)?
B)...I charged through midtown with my suitcase and shit wearing high-heeled boots (they zip off easy and are normally comfortable, which are good for travelling purposes but not running around ones)?
C)...I had had too much wine the night before and so am therefore working on several nights of sleep deficit?
Don't get me wrong, the trip out in SF was lovely. My sister is, a tad unfairly I think, not at all fat for being seven+ months pregnant. It's all in her abdomen. She'll have the baby and go back to being annoying skinnier than me, just like my whole life. First thing I did when I saw her upon arrival (I hadn't seen her to that point when she was showing) was tell her I absolutely hated her and then gave her a hug around the stomach.
Her baby shower was...uh, wow. The lady who hosted has a gorgeous place, made lots of food, and arranged games. I actually won one and got a Starbucks gift card to go with the party-favor picture album she gave out. It was involved. I felt kinda like a cheapskate, though, since people were throwing billions of gifts at her, outfit after outfit (all of them pink, just about), item after item, and I just had the one onesie and bib that I made. Seemed paltry. Also, I am more certain than ever that I am too terrified of the paraphernalia to ever have a kid. Not only is there a frenzied lot of stuff you need to have/do/make/set aside for a baby (to say nothing of several, like my mom had), but gah! It turns you into some kind of drooling idiot. My sister was adorable in that she was close to crying, she thought her gifts were so cute. But after about the fifteenth fucking pink onesie, I was totally sick of that stuff. It wasn't cute any more. It was only barely cute to begin with. Unlike just about anything else, clothes aren't cuter for being small. I got the task of recording who gave what, so I had to take guesses at what individual outfits were, and, trust me on this, that's not easy. What the hell are baby clothes named? There were sweaters (which are different from jumpers, no matter what the English and their ilk say), onesies, footie pj outfits, fuzzy outer coverings, towels with hoods, blankets, swaddling blankets, washcloths, shirts, dresses, dresses that are really skirted-onesies, skirts! I started writing down what designs were on them because I honestly didn't know what half of them were properly called.
Whew. It's been a busy, busy weekend. I'll be catching up on LJ and life and stuff providing I don't completely crash until Wednesday when I get off work today.
