Thursday, December 21, 2006

Laundromats

When I was in college and had to do my own laundry (which was a rarity!) I went to the nearest laundromat. It had the usual collection of randomly aged washers and dryers, really comfortable orange couches, a tv, plants. It was nice. It was a nice way to spend a few hours.

My experience here has not been so rosy. The laundromat has banks of washers and dryers of course, no seating except outside where the smokers and terribly off-key hippies pollute any semblance of relaxations with yuck. It is not enjoyable. Plus, we live in a rainforest so it rains at least for a few seconds every time we're in there so it makes sitting outside even less enjoyable. Today, the hippies singing Bob-Dylan off-key and their kids whose teeth were rotting out of their mounts was more than I could handle!

some flowers


Friday, December 15, 2006

Toxoplasmosis

I also learned yesterday at the doctor's office that I have toxoplasmosis, albeit at low levels. I can't understand this because I've been paranoid about getting it and have avoided the cats completely. But it turns out that the disease can even be airborne - I never had a chance. Hope the baby isn't screwed up, though the nurse assured me it wouldn't be? What's the point? Why do they get pregnant women all worked up about cats anyway?

Rh-

Raph and I went to my doctor's appointment yesterday and found out that his blood type is Rh- which is awesome I think because that means I don't have to have those wierd shots they give you. The doctor was shocked and said that in all the years he's been practicing he's only had a handful of couples who are both Rh-. He told me I had picked the right guy!

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Pam Berry

So we had dinner at our friend Dan's last night. He lives in a pavilion, not a house at all as there are no walls, just a roof. Needless to say eating there after sundown is a mosquito-ridden affair, plus the bees as they have their hives 25 feet from the pavilion. Anyhow, Dan joined us for Thanksgiving, where he was introduced to the greatest of all games - celebrity. He insisted on playing three times in fact, until finally I drew the line and said I'm going to bed. Well, he made sure there would be four of us there last night so that celebrity could continue. He invited another teacher, Pam Berry, a 50-some year old lady with the thickest Georgia accent I have ever heard. Pam has had a tough life, left several abusive men, suffered through a terrible divorce which precipitated a random move with her son from chilly Georgia to sunny Hawaii. Pam likes to drink and smoke and swear and she was very entertaining thoughout the night, particularly as the white zinfandel dwindled in the bottle. She promised to throw a baby luau for our unborn child (this is a Hawaii tradition and a big deal here!) And called everyone a bitch about 47 times while playing celebrity. She did a fairly hilarious charade of the indian chief, Sitting Bull. Anyway, my thoughts dwell on her so I thought I share.

vitamins

So, I've officially given up on the prescribed vitamins for pregnant ladies. After I puked the pill up a few times it dawned on me - how can this possibly be good for me if I am puking it up? Can it really be that good if my body is rejecting it? Don't worry, I've been taking Flinstones instead which seem to have enough of all the important stuff without over-doing it. I felt guilty for a minute like doctors must know what my baby needs, but alas I've decided that's a farce. My body knows better than any doctor what it needs and I'm going to listen to it.

Friday, December 01, 2006

kitty portrait




This is our stupid cute kitty who kills all the mice and I won't allow in the house because I'm afraid of toxoplasmosis. Oh well.