Once upon a time I was a fan of your movies, Kevin Smith. Mallrats made me laugh and Chasing Amy was great flick. In fact, I even loved your sappier side in Jersey Girl, especially the Broadway homage with the Sweeney Todd bit. And even though I wasn’t as fond of Dogma, disliked the Jay & Silent Bob movies and thought Clerks 2 sucked, I still liked you. But now you have been black-balled, my friend. I throw down the gauntlet.
Why? WHY? Because you are making THIS MOVIE!
You have ruined the beautiful name I have bestowed my daughter. She will now be associated with this stupid title which is why I refuse to see it. I curse the day you thought of this title, I curse it!
Dear Miriam,
My love, let me start with you are an adorable handful. I need you to understand this because that is the very reason I didn’t get to your first month’s letter. I was too busy feeding, burping and changing you while trying very desperately to get some sleep. It’s not the most desperate I’ve ever been for sleep, but dang it was close. (more…)
First, let’s spread some LinkyLove with the blog carnivals I participated in this week: Fitness Buff’s Total Mind and Body Fitness Carnival as well as The Tenth Edition of the Carnival of Improving Life. God bless those Canadians!
So, go view the excellent material in those carnivals while you await the first Dear Miri letter postpartum scheduled for the 25th!
By the way, how to you like the new layout? Spiffy, eh?
Continued from The Labor Saga - part 2…
So I’ve been hooked up to an IV and a fetal monitor for umpteen hours, administered a catheter and had it removed, administered an epidural that wasn’t working and was awaiting the news that after all that I may need an emergency c-section. (more…)
Continued from The Labor Saga - part 1…
We loaded everything into the car - the backpack with clothes and baby supplies, the aforementioned car seat, me in labor. The ride was quite smooth but then again it was 4 am on a Monday morning - even the Orange Crush doesn’t create traffic at that hour.
We arrived at the hospital and had to use the Emergency Room to enter, which was actually empty which shocked Justin.
“I’ve never seen this place empty,” he replied as I waddled up to the admitting desk. He was a seasoned visitor after my 6-day stay in the hospital from the hypertension.
“Just wait until 6 or 7,” I retorted just as another contraction hit. “Heart attack hour is on Mondays just before work.” (more…)
