Tomorrow:  Sunday, OCTOBER 7, 2007
Predicted high: 93 degrees
It’s too F-ing hot!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, shit happens.  It just seems to happen to me a whole lot more than I’d like to think is my fair share.  Why do I think that?  Here is a small sampling of reasons:

Last week I had a migraine.  A really wretched, no amount of pain killers were working kind of migraine.  I managed to get the baby to sleep despite the urge to vomit/bash my head in with a hammer and was trying to sleep off said migraine when I was woken by Paul at about 2 am.  It seems Neve had gotten up at some point and was playing with the dog leash.  When Paul came in from working for the night he found Neve asleep in our bed, finger stuck firmly in the leash clasp, leash firmly attached to our bed frame. He tried getting her finger slippery.  Her finger swelled.  We tried ice.  She screamed.  Out came the dremmel tool.  SHe screamed more.  Took about 2 hours of screaming and me holding her down to get the damn thing off of her.  And my migraine?  I still had it in the morning.  Later that day a had most of an iced venti coffee land in my lap due to a faulty top on the cup.

Neve got bit on the face by a brown recluse spider.  Aren’t they supposed to be really rare and rarely seen around here?

Last weekend the dog flipped out over something (I can’t remember what) and bumped hard into the middle drawer in the coffee table.  I happened to have my bare foot resting onthat very drawer.  It shut on my toe.  A few days later, that toe nail fell off.  Ouch.

Some jerk backed into my car in the grocery store parking lot this summer and did major damage.  He took off.  When we took the plate number to the police, we discovered the plates had been stolen:  their rightful owner had been in jail at the time of the incident.  Chances of finding the actual perpetrator:  next to zero.

I told Emily and Neve they could paint some pictures last night as long as they were careful not to make a mess.  The result?  Paint dripped all down the stairs, all in the hallway on my white carpeting, ALL over the bathroom (even the shower curtain!) and all over Neve.

We had to cut a big hole in our wall upstairs 2 weeks ago because of a nasty rotten smell we traced to the wall in that area.  What did we find?  3 dead mice.

Both Emily AND Neve got pneumonia at the same time one year, despite the fact that doctors told us that was next to impossible.  Pneumonia is not contagious, but the nasty bug that caused both of my girls to develop pneumonia sure was.  Emily was in the hospital for almost 3 weeks and had to have 2 tubes surgically implanted into her chest to drain out the fluid.

I got pregnant even though we were using protection.  (ok, so that has turned out to be a good thing and Oona is a total delight, but still.  At the time I was pretty miffed).

Emily once set my car on fire while I was driving down route 53 in Fluvanna.  (she shorted a wire in the reading light behind her)

Speaking of fire, the bus I was driving went up in flames at midnight one night on Beta Bridge in Cville.  I got all the passengers off ok and fortunately diesel isn’t as combustible as gasoline.  Turns out the repair shop put in the wrong fuel filter earlier that day and it was just waiting for me to get behind the wheel before it became a problem.

I got chicken pox twice – and the second time I was an adult.  It sucked.

I got 4 flat tires in the first year I owned my current car.

My entire day was wasted on Tuesday because the very common antibiotic our doctor prescribed for Neve was not in stock at any of the pharmacies in Cville.  (fortunately they had it at the lake).

I met my old boss for lunch in June and the waiter dropped a huge glass full of frozen mango smoothie on my head.  The next day I met another friend at a different restaurant and we waited for our food for an hour – the waitress apologized and admitted she had completely forgotten we were there.

There’s an overload of poop at my house on any given day (I’ve blogged about this already)

Embarq cannot get our phone service correct.  For no good reason we never know if we’ll be able to dial a long distance number, and despite months of trying to get it fixed, we also cannot receive calls from certain people.  Anytime we call,  no one at Embarq can figure out if there’s a problem or why.  And don’t you know it’s always when I really need to call Paul that suddenly our long distance doesn’t work.  Murphys’s Law really is Law, not probability.

I had several large nasty patches of poison ivy on me this summer, even though I hardly set foot outside and didn’t go near the woods.

And as if to drive home the point, as I write this, the dog is laying under my feet passing some raunchy horrendous gas and I think I may need to vomit.

The good thing about having family that owned a restaurant in Buffalo for 20 years is that i know how to make authentic buffalo wings whenever I want them.
The bad thing is I know how to make authentic buffalo wings whenever I want them.
Bluuuuuurgh.

So I decided to actually listen to my body today and take it easy.  And you know what?  For the first day in several weeks I did not experience debilitating pain.  Unfortunately it also means that no laundry or housewoek got done and I had to rely on Emily for a lot of things.  But I also got quite a lot of knitting progress made.  The girls have been bugging me for ages to knit them some “rainbow socks”, and they picked out colorful sock yarn for the project, and today I got halfway through with a Neve sock.And it’s nice to have a day where I am not boning up on my labor breathing.  I made the mistake of preparing lasagne for dinner last night – god forbid I spend 40 minutes on my feet!  I was in agony for like 2 hours after that.  Not cool.  That’s when I decided I’d better try to be more lazy.  I’ve been on my feet very little today (mostly to let the dog out) and it’s worked.

The moral of the story is that I just might get a lot of knitting projects done by the time this baby comes.  And that’s a good thing, because I have sooooo many Works in Progress on the needles that it’s ridiculous.

On a random note, I am totally addicted to Deadliest Catch on Discovery.  I would’ve watched it all day yesterday if the girls had let me.

I don’t know if it’s the hormones hitting me particularly hard, or if it’s just my usual semi annual bout, but I am feeling massively homesick lately.  It’s kind of hard being an artist that is mostly inspired by the terrain of the northest while I am living in the south.  Mostly it’s the eastern part of upstate NY, which is where I grew up.  We moved a lot when I was a kid so it’s really the whole region rather than a particular town.  I spent a lot of time in Kingston, and though I would never want to live there again, I definitely have the urge to go for a visit and see how things have changed.I guess it’s funny what sticks in your mind as you get older.  Now that it’s summer I am nostalgic for the many summer days I spent at my aunt Phyllis’ house in Tappan with my cousins, playing out all day in her yard with our Barbies.  And then there are days when what I’d really like is to go hang out at the picnic grounds overlooking Lake George in Lake George Village.  I liked watching the steamboats coming and going from the dock, and there’s nothing like a big bowl of freshly made ice cream at Wagar’s on the strip to wind down the day.

I really am a New England girl at heart – I like foggy overcast days and the smell of salty sea air.  Paul’s convinced I was a New England fisherman in a past life.  Maybe I am just weird.

Paul and I are headed to Martha’s Vineyard in July – I am hoping it will really feed my soul being up there for a few days and hold me over for another few months.  I’ll take plenty of pictures and spend time when I get home turning those into paintings.  That should help anyway.