crazydiamondsue | Sometimes Bad Weather Follows Good People

Greetings from Hell on Earth! I'm not even going to address the stupidity (and possible Sonics-transfer butt-hurt at work here) of the writer, other than to say that I have been to West Memphis, AR at midnight and to a Port-a-Potty in Mexico City during July and I therefore know of hell on earth as far as the Western World goes and OKC is so very not it.

Hi! What up? The reasons for my lack 'o posting are three-fold: I currently have no fannish opinions (other than Dean funny, Sam pretty); work will be non-stop 'excitement' for the next month; and I am utterly uninteresting unless you want to hear rants on unnecessary hospital birth interventions, the intricacies of breastfeeding and the fact that my boobs are enormous (okay, that last one is moderately interesting.)

Other than the random Hapsburg Dynasty knowledge I was able to drop the other day at work (our conversations are...lively) every bit of my not-too-shabby IQ, massive amount of undergraduate hours and boundless curiosity and humor about this, our wondrous world, are completely dormant. I have no interest in anything other than paint chips and perfecting my chocolate chip cookie recipe. This is hardly surprising, considering my obsessive tendencies, but I'm afraid the next "shiny" to distract me is going to be potty training and that's just...depressing. Hah!

No! I forgot -- my next shiny is the (according to the extensive pregnancy/childbirth/parenting library I'm accumulating) phenomenal calorie burning power of breastfeeding and the fact that I anticipate being a size 2 by December and will be changing my LJ name to crazydiamond_MILF. Okay, not really. But it freaks my brother out when I tell him that. :)

And in closing,

elcazavampiros was a stone cold fox in his regalia and suit at graduation Friday night (this was his first as the assoc. dean handing out diplomas) and, you know, academia turns me on. Speaking of stone cold fox, I think I have a future in Motherhood Maternity modeling.

Or at least advanced-maternal-age pregnancy fetish porn:

Please tell me something that doesn't involve the words lactation, effacement or, um, cervical mucus. (Unless it's Faith/Buffy cervical mucus. That, as always, is fine.)