tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54975852011-04-21T23:37:23.747-04:00Tangents, ideas, and ramblingsGabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1114587374751272932005-04-27T03:36:00.000-04:002005-04-27T03:36:14.750-04:00

Ryan's bench 

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I've asked her to give me ten minutes. She must think it an eternity the number of times she's come out her to inquire on my doneness (played out by her coming to my side and babbling something that seems like a "are you done yet?").It feels strange to be writing here again, but I think I like it. It's as if I've pickeed up an old journal only to start writing where I left it almost a year ago.

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1091922849200637852004-08-07T19:49:00.000-04:002004-08-07T19:54:59.403-04:00

Just want to let y'all* know that I'm writing over at the new blogsite: http://www.notsodailynews.com/banana/ *I don't really say y'all that often, okay, perhaps that's the first time I've ever written it.

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I can't seem to blog lately. Not sure why. Things are well. WELL... Last Monday, I went to 'Drawing Night.' I showed my artwork to a few people and felt great about it. Since then I haven't really done any more on them. Ryan and I are hoping to change our eating habits. We're at least spending more time making conscious choices about our food. Hannah is getting her first tooth! It's

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I can't wait to read your epiphanies, Jennifer. I have felt flooded with my own 'new perspectives' that emerged over the trip. It feels rejuvenating. I feel like I have so much to say, and am so eager to hear from others. Being around my best of friends impacts me so deeply.

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I can't win a particular game of Freecell and it is driving me crazy. I keep trying to play it over and over, hoping that my new moves will unlock the cards. My father succeeded in instilling a certain draw to cards. He plays bridge. I have purposefully avoided playing bridge for the following reasons: 1) I might become incredibly addicted to it, letting my true competitive side (which I'm

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funny that I used the word 'too.' I've just noticed that I have so much to say. Since S&J's wedding, I've felt like I was coming down from ecstasy, realizing new things about me, my friends, and the world. I'm so fortunate to have a venue to share it all.

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Over Solomon's wedding, I felt like I gathered new perspectives. I realized, by watching others do it, how much I fret over other people's happiness. I am capable of cataloging all of someone's likes and dislikes, desires, hopes, etc. When I interact with them, I try to cater my interactions, our activities, and so on with what I think they want to be doing. It's interesting to be writing

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I like to lessen the blows of what I say, so I find that I water down what I say. I usually write (and say) so and so, but... There doesn't have to be so many buts or yets or howevers. I could say the second phrase without the first. How direct, how impolite.... When really, as Ryan notes, it doesn't matter if I meant to or not (or the whys), what matters is what I did (or felt). Why do I

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For a decade, you have been integral to my life. I hope that we will always be able to celebrate your birth together!

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Soon I will be giving up my blogspot blog and moving on over to Nicole's website. The url will be: http://www.notsodailynews.com/banana A group of us that camped together at Solomon's wedding this weekend are going to be starting a 'support group' of sorts. Check in at notsodailynews.com periodically until we get it up and going. I think it will deal with the kinds of things that a lot of us

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Sarah is a Pisces, which always reminds me of my mother (also a Sarah). Sarah, like few other people, has a way of calming me – allowing me to relax and settle in. I feel closer to the ‘me’ that I would like to be when I’m with Sarah. I can talk candidly without fear. I can hear my truest desires when I am with her, and I am not embarrassed about them. Over the weekend, I had Sarah promise

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If my current life included mensturation, I could blame this mood on that. I don't have that excuse. I sit here, with that bewildered, contemplative look (which probably frequents my face quite a bit when I blog), but it won't go away. I try to come up with a list of reasons why I feel crummy...dehydration? hunger? sexual frustration? stress? sleepiness? This is the outlook that floods my

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Today I find myself feeling an awkward obligation to blog. There are no rules about how often one should blog, yet I feel this commitment to keeping up. Most obligations seem like they're things we should do, but for some reason, we'd rather not. Why don't I want to write right now? Going through my 'deep thoughts' of the past, I've discovered how fragmented my thinking is. I usually just

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Yester/Thurs day I was more than tired. I somehow allowed myself to feel bogged down by stress and time. Ryan even noted how the day before I was on top of the world, using 'it's not worth stressing over' as my mantra. Yesterday I had somehow retraced my steps back into my old familiar clothing of uneasiness, edginess, discouragement, and exhaustion. DREAMSICILES I had a dream both on

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Because I felt unsure what to write, I thought I'd take a look at my 'deep thoughts' to find some direction. I wrote in pencil on the 14th of June last year: exhaustion* trying to please and be pleased feet will be sore highlighting imperfections the beloved breeze do not buy products promoted by cartoons coming out to do what I want, and finding what I want is different than I originally

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Lately, I have been frantically cutting out rectangular (and sometimes square) images out of magazines. Without much ado, I quickly divided my paper into a grid (or square windows), intending to fill each square with one magazine image. It wasn't until I was hiking with Ryan, Hannah holstered in a backpack carrier, that I realized that I am still wrestling with the same window frame theme that

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After five and a half months, I am finally on-line at home again! It feels like freshly cut grass, or the first spray of water to touch your hair in the shower - Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful! Now that availability will be consistent again, I am pondering steering this blog in different directions. I am considering posting my 'deep thoughts' that I compile on envelopes, napkins, etc. I am

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My right leg bounces incessantly, trying to keep her distracted from her boredom, trying to entertain her. It's working, perhaps. At the library, typing quickly, worrying about how much her cooing and gurgling is affecting the games these people are playing. So much of what I try to do these days have now found a new participant...Hannah. Okay, this isn't working. Must go. :sigh:

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I've started reading for enjoyment again. Yesterday I believed that reading and mothering bordered on being mutually exclusive. I held Hannah in my arms and begged for her to go back to sleep so I could continue reading. When she dozed, I finished the last pages. Suddenly, I was released. I could be with her again. I snuggled next to her, wrapping my left arm around the space above her head

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Soon I will start writing more often. Soon I will have more patience. Soon I will listen to what my heart says. Soon I will clean out the cat box more frequently. Soon I will pull out less of my hair. Soon I will eat mainly the foods that are good for me. Soon I will not daydream about dreaming. Soon I will be okay with what I do today.

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Finally she let the tension go - falling asleep - as her right hand unclenched to reveal dirt between the palm's creases. Even babies hands dirty. She pulled my own hand up to her face. Then she pushed it back; her eyes widened. She used her right fingers as exploratory tools, acknowledging my hand for the first time. Hannah is all about hands. In the midst of tired cries, a dangling hand

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I've realized how addictive being alone is. No one to be bothered by my messes or to be messier than I. No one to dislike my choice of music, or coolness in the room. Just Fishy and I. We do our reading, our new art project, and our naps. We eat and drink lots of water (well I think I do more drinking than he does). Tonight I'm over at the Sharps doing my laundry and watching the TLC

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Living without the internet is a sad sad thing. I am so addicted, and going through serious withdrawals. Unfortunately our absent high-speed friend coincided with Ryan's parents switching services and being without as well. We were all disconnected. Fortunately, they're back up and I can start to update (still infrequently) until we get our own little connection. Please be assured, that I

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While I've been enjoying living in my new apartment, I have sorely missed the internet, my blog, my emails, and catching up on everyone else's lives. I miss you all! I have no television, no computer. I listen to the radio and my cds which I've been without for quite some time. I unpack, pet my cat, clean, and organize. It's been rather pleasant actually. My life has taken on a quieter, '

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So tomorrow's supposed to be the day - moving day. We're almost completely packed. Since we're moving about three miles away, it will be fine to just throw stuff in the car at the end anyhow. I've been waiting for this for a long time. I must confess, however, that I will be much less consistent with my postings. We're going to wait to get an internet connection until we decide what we can

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Just woke up from a lovely little dream. I was at some dinner party (I think) with Nicole and our friend whom we don't see too often (male, but I'm not sure who it was supposed to be). Nicole and I were at one end of the table gabbing it up with the people we knew, while our male companion was at the other side. I had somehow spaced the fact that I was pregnant because I was smoking like a

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1072903451684694952003-12-31T15:36:00.000-05:002003-12-31T15:45:17.716-05:00

This year, I feel like I've been all over the emotional map. I have honestly felt some of the best and worst moments of my life over this year. I have felt the ecstasy of lifting my gaze in meditation. I have felt the inner pits of my stomach yanked out by the pains of lost love. I have danced hard on the soles of my feet, parading around like the wild woman that lives inside of me for hours,

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1072902964940231452003-12-31T15:28:00.000-05:002003-12-31T15:37:11.076-05:00

Every year I daydream about doing something 'really great' on New Year's Eve. I want to go out. Dress up. Drink or do crazy drugs. I want to really live it up. Most years, my daydreaming gets me into the same situation: informal get together, in informal attire, ringing in the new year with informal enthusiasm. At about 11:30, I decide that I just wanted to be comfortable anyway, and I

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Apparently the giant watermelon-sized belly of mine isn't quite as large as my due date would indicate. I saw a new midwife last week (not the one I had an appointment with though, she was called in to labor) and she decided that because my belly hadn't grown much in two weeks, I should get another ultrasound. Since that Friday appointment, I have felt bigger and heavier than ever. It's a

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While I enjoyed the angelic fall of Salem's 'Winter Storm,' cabin fever now replaces the entertainment, and for two reasons. Number one) My landlord phoned to inform us that we have to move back our move-in date to the third (Saturday). His carpet cleaners were put behind schedule due to the weather. While this isn't terrible news really, it puts a damper in my enthusiasm and energy to get

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Lying on back last night, I could feel a three pound baby laying on my belly. It was oddly sensational. I could sense where HanEzra's legs were, where the arms were. Heavy, yet precious, I rolled over to give my little one some more room. I pulled up the fleece blanket to give Fishy more of a bed as well. He came up to nestle between my belly of baby and my husband's back. The moment was

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Last night after a lovely anniversary evening, Ryan and I huddled together to watch Salem's largest snowfall this season. There is something magical about watching snow descend from a pink sky. Little did we know that it would gather as much as it has. We had about four inches in eight hours, which makes us all happy as little clams....unless you have to be somewhere. Drivers are much more

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Ryan and I got married a year and a day ago. What a joyous event! Last night we celebrated by watching an extremely depressing movie 'Cold Mountain,' going to overpriced, but somewhat tasty Japanese restaraunt, and bowling three games at the local alley. One year down. We also signed our rental agreement papers yesterday. It's interesting to think how drastic our lives have changed since our

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Beginning January 1st, Ryan, Fish, myself, and our little dumpling (in my belly) will be settling in our new apartment! Yea! I am so elated! A cozy little home for our new voyage in life together. Nothing can make me happier. (hmm... on second thought, I could use a nap - that might allow me to revel in my happiness more!) Unfortunately, Ryan will be working quite a bit over the next two

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1071764793283881282003-12-18T11:26:00.000-05:002003-12-18T11:27:26.670-05:00

I'm at the Catholic Community Center again today. Just a few hours, I think. On the drive over here, I thought of all these things I wanted to write, but most of them are a loss to me now. Last night Andrea and my Dad were in town. They wanted to shop for me! They got me a body pillow, which I've wanted for some time. The one we got is perhaps too bulky. My legs were sore this morning.

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I'm glad that you enjoyed the socks Nicole. ShopKo doesn't carry the ones you really like, so I had to do my best at Target. Ryan and I are waiting to hear back from the apartment we liked the most. It's on Chemeketa right near 17th Street (for those of you who happen to know Salem). It's a quick walk downtown. There's a little coffee shop, a donut shop, great breakfast, and two dry

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I had a midwife appointment on Friday. I was tested for gestational diabetes. My blood was tested for iron levels as well. I spent the weekend worrying about the diabetes possibility. She told me that unless I have a 'sugar problem' I would be fine. But I DO have a sugar problem! I found out today that despite my sugar obsession, I am fine and don't have diabetes. My blood's iron levels

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Fishy struggles to get comfortable on top of the printer. He stretches out his paws so they rest on the Comcast cable modem. His left paw tucks in; no that's not quite cozy. He switches, turning his right paw in a bit and tries to rest his head upon them. It doesn't work either. He lifts his head, tweaks his ears back and looks out at the black night, frustrated with his semi-dissatisfied

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1071086962636802922003-12-10T14:58:00.000-05:002003-12-10T15:10:08.390-05:00

I am atop a volcano of energy and passion. I can feel myself bubbling with inspiration. Alas, I sit dormant with inhibition. I don't know how to apply myself any longer. I want to do things, but cannot muster enough of a boost to get myself to do anything. I sit and watch television instead of making quirky little postcards or editing all the film I shot over the last ten months. I love

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1071086322381342392003-12-10T14:54:00.000-05:002003-12-10T14:59:28.233-05:00

I've been reading this blog, Belle de Jour, lately. It excites me. This call girl sounds so cool and in control of her life. In an alternate situation, I like to fantasize about leading that kind of life. She has money in her pockets, she fucks for money, she's well-educated, and has a great boyfriends. Not too many more things a woman can ask for, right? I suppose some of us never want to

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things seem to be going pretty good. Ryan and I are searching (for real) a new home. We're hoping to be around Kwan's (the best Chinese food in town) which is also near Jennifer's new digs and downtown. We already have some prospects that we're going to look into tomorrow and Wednesday. I've come up with some thoughts about my life differing here in Oregon than it was in New York. I will

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Do other people avoid their blogs too? I think about what I would like to write, but somehow wind up in an overriding funk. I can't clean my room. It drives me crazy. I was in New York for Thanksgiving and returned on Tuesday. I think I'm still feeling some jetlag. Most of all, I'm just not feeling like me. What does 'me' feel like? My prenatal visit was rescheduled for next week: Susan

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egg nog. so sinfully creamy, and if you're lucky, spicy with nutmeg and cinnamon. the taste of indulgence. egg nog and chocolate milk. gorgeously rich. I have felt real calm today. After going to my childbirth class, I realized I was full of true emotions and worries about becoming a mother. This morning it flooded out. I have come back to feeling human again, instead of this superreal

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What a day to be living. Outside the wind throws branches around, whips rain against the ground; it dominates our landscape. The wind surged our electricity. If Ryan gets up, we'll be seeing a matinee of 'Mystic River' today. We are also planning a little dinner (just us two) followed by the beginning of our childbirth classes. I am full of positive warmth today. I did my yoga squats in

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1068847125166640162003-11-14T16:46:00.000-05:002003-11-14T16:59:04.653-05:00

Today was the first time I did yoga since I moved to Oregon. It was the first time I meditated, and the first time I felt like me again. I feel refreshed and awake. I realized, while having dinner with Craig on Wednesday, that I had not made art, done yoga, or meditated since I moved here. All the things that made my life wonderful in New York have stayed in New York. I have been allowing

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Leapfrog:: treefrog Co-workers:: colleagues Mustang:: convertible Wafer:: cookie Nicotine:: tobacco Fast food:: fries Suffocate:: smother Myth:: mystery Lane:: table Unexpected:: pregnancy

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Yesterday I tried to put all the knitted squares together for the baby blanket. Unfortunately, it's not big enough. Since I was running out of yarn, I decided to introduce a new color to the blanket: blue. This is all part of my new assumption that I am indeed, having a boy. Since I've been so set on having a girl (gone so far as to purchase two dresses (they were adorable and inexpensive,

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNALISA! Thank you all for sending me good birthday wishes. Birthday weekend is over. Ryan and I had a nice time at the coast. The ocean amazes me effortlessly. It just does what it does...perfectly. I've been told more times this year than any other, that I'm 'difficult to buy presents for.' I just don't understand. It is, I realize, the first time I'm celebrating my

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Taboo:: risque Poison:: ivy 1983:: frosted lipstick Tim:: Timmy! Groovy:: gravy Italy:: art Think:: pink Penthouse:: luxury Shelter:: gimme Twinkie:: cupcake

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My blog has officially been incorporated into my daily life. While I haven't written in the past three days, I have thought about this blog every single day. I kept thinking..."Why don't I just write a little bit? Why don't I want to write?" I left the blog with two depressing entries, and have been much better since, "why haven't I shared that?" It's such a commitment (sometimes) to turn

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This week's Unconscious Mutterings Roadtrip:: friends Honey:: jar Flanders:: Ned Vampire:: blood Justice:: Peace Marine:: biology Protractor::ruler Rubber:: band London:: Bridge Jerry:: Garcia

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I looked at myself in the mirror last night. I was wearing this old granny night gown (which is incredibly comfortable) and Ryan's big ol' robe over that. I looked like a mother (not like mothers I know really, but like the traditional, worn-out sexless mother). My skin is flaky between my eyebrows; I have acne on my chin; my lips are chapped, and my skin is shiny and saggy under my eyes.

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That extra hour of sleep was glorious. When I got up at what my clock thought was nine, I knew that the world had gifted me with an additional hour of love. I ran around with Jennifer for a few hours, accessorizing her Halloween costume. We had a good time, but at the end of it I felt an exhaustion that overwhelmed me. The Marlins won the World Series - to my big surprise and joy! No more

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I feel a bit unnerved today - getting paid to just surf the internet and answer the occasional phone call. I 'should' be doing something helpful. It's tough not to feel the comforting guilt rise inside me. Hey, I've been told by several people that it's fine for me to play today. I hold on so tightly to these ideas that I should be PRODUCTIVE! I can hardly believe it - I'm actually tired

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I'm actually working today! Well, it's not what I would normally call work - I'm sitting in front of a computer, waiting for the phone to ring. Not too shabby for $9 an hour, eh?

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Tonight the Marlins won game five of the World Series. I know I told myself I wasn't going to watch the games (and in fact I've been looking at baby cross-stitch patterns on-line for most of the game), I succumbed to my deep desire to see the Yankees defeated, not to mention to the liking of "Pudge" Rodriguez and Miguel Cabrera. It's nice to see baseball be what it should. Fishy has been more

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My belly has been rumbling, some due to digestion and the rest due to the baby growing and kicking. It is really weird to think about the miracle happening in my body, and how for the most part, I can carry on a normal life. Despite what the baby takes from my nutrition, sanity, and energy, I could pass for a single unit. What used to be an experience restricted to the night time, has now

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I sat around the house today - ALL day. I made myself a nice breakfast, did four loads of laundry, and finished the fifth Harry Potter book. I also made myself a dentist's appointment (eek!) and did some other 'accomplishments' (which basically consist of tasks that I don't really want to do, but 'should' be doing). Whether it's the end of the my Harry Potter entertainment (until the new

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Ann and I went to the radiologist today (Ryan couldn't get out of work) for Baby's second ultrasound. And Baby is soooo cute! We refrained from finding out baby's sex, although knowing that the radiologist knew just about blew my cool. I realized (and told him) that he was "the one keeper of the knowledge." What things the man knows! Amazing! Baby was very cooperative to show us all other

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Country:: boy G:: Dog Offer:: expires Connection:: love Quest:: journey Lighthouse:: coast Sycamore:: tree Inhumane:: cruel Sneer:: rude Weapon:: combat

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1. Seeing the Boston Red Sox lose the day after seeing the Cubs lose (which puts them both out of the World Series) seriously depressed me. I realized that I have never had a team I liked win the World Series - ever! Why do I care? Too much time on my hands, too easily invested in situations like baseball competition, and for the rest of it I'm unsure. I think it's in my blood though because

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Wrapped up in the sixth game of the Sox and the Yankees, I was caught unawares when my dad called to say that he was glad I didn't live in New York anymore. I knew something must be wrong. He told me to flip to CNN and see what had happened to the Staten Island Ferry. It's frightening to think that my loved ones frequent that boat, frightening to think that I used to frequent the boat, and

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What nice ladies at Salem Women's Clinic. They even gave me a book! I was totally impressed with how relaxed they were there. There was a fainting couch/chaisse lounge for me to sit in instead of cold chairs. We heard the heartbeat, which is perfectly beating. I'm having my ultrasound on Monday, and an exam on the 29th. Things were great at the Clinic.

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I've had two great days with Ryan (his weekend) lately. I suppose that's the biggest reason I've been absent from the bloggy world. We went to see 'Kill Bill' yesterday, which was quite gruesome, but certainly entertaining. Today we hiked at Silver Creek Falls. I over did it a bit, and my lower back is quite sore. I'm sure it'll be tender tomorrow as well. I got on the scale today (over at

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My baby kicked me last night! Yippee! It happened twice before I realized what it was (I was thinking it was my stomach doing it's normal strange rotations and gurgling). Then it happened again! I called Ryan in, and the little banana was nice enough to perform for Papa! I couldn't believe it. I was expecting it to hurt, but I suppose that will come later on once the banana is bigger. I am

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2 Thunderstorms lasting a 45 mile distance (one should contain hail) Being alone in the car No car stereo 1 20 week old fetus in belly 2 windshield wipers that aren't that efficient 2 construction zones 100s of cars on the road trying to do the speed limit of 65 1 Very lightweight car that easily hydroplanes and swerves Nerves that don't quit and try to plan out what to do if caught in an

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I apologize for flaking out on the blog by not being consistent (everyday entries). I apologize for failing to make up for my inconsistency with a nice lengthy, and humorous entry. Instead, all we have are the apologies. I apologize for trying to milk these apologies into being something funny at all. I apologize for making light of my guilt-ridden conscience. I apologize to my baby and to

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I have an appointment to see a doctor on the 15th! Yea, we will all get an update on the progress of the little banana. Thankfully, that's a day that Ryan has off, so we'll be able to go together. I also bought a plane ticket for my annual Thanksgiving in New York. I'm trying really hard to make that a day for my loved ones to be together, but I don't know that it will always work out. Ryan,

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I take another stab at the Unconscious Mutterings Coat:: cold Allowance:: money Mist:: rain Disorder:: chaos Scheme:: conniving Dick:: penis Homework:: miss having it Milton:: Bradley Shampoo:: Conditioner Z:: zebra

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Ryan has a NEW job! He's going to be a CNA now for the Oregon State Hospital. He will be starting training, which the hospital will pay for and provide, on the 22nd of this month. Until then, he'll continue in food service. He's very excited about this change. It will be challenging and possibly a new career.... That man is always throwing curve balls! The pay is excellent, which means

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Miss Witchy may be getting pretty comfortable in my life again. For no reason apparent to me, I have fallen into a reasonably sized funk. I have been home, doing almost nothing, and feeling as tired as can be (probably because I'm not doing much). I did manage to finish the fourth Harry Potter book late last night, but it did nothing more than make me sad that I'm too cheap to buy the fifth

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I don't have much time, but I really wanted to update the blog before heading over to my mom's. First of all, I tackled a little cloud that's been hanging over my head...my student loans. I believed that although I filed for deferrment, that somehow I needed to defer ALL of my loans. I called them and found out that wasn't the case, and in fact, I was doing just fine! Also, I got a call

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Today I sent off a resume to Ashton Photo, my ol' stomping grounds. They're looking for a receptionist. We'll see how it goes. So I'm addicted to Freecell. I didn't mean for it to get this bad, but the one game I tell myself that I will play often turns into five or six games. I am getting good at it though, which of course, makes it more fun and more addicting. Ahh...life. I scrubbed my

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I spent the majority of the year's winter and early spring out of work. It was both dreadful and wonderful at the same time. Now that I'm unemployed again I feel some deja vous emotions creeping back. I suppose the main feeling is of guilt. Ryan's working, my friends and family is working, but I'm sitting here writing my blog. People tell me that I'm pregnant, and if I can afford to not work

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After a long day of aimlessly wandering around Salem's shopping offerings, I wound up with Miss Witchy. She's a finger puppet (the newest in my collection) - a little hat, three tiny strands of yarn on each side for hair, and an adorable red frown makes up the Halloween treasure. If you could just see her face, you'd understand my overall feeling of the day. Urrr.... It wasn't that anything '

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Finally, I attempt this week's Unconscious Utterings Savings:: none On:: Line Wire:: less Word:: Perfect Bladder:: Infection Missing:: Sad Side:: ways Window:: washer Digit:: finger Swirl:: spiral I just had another frustrating web-erasing experience. I wrote this lovely little entry and accidentally made a mistake and lost it all. I finally did the unconscious muttering thing;

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Last night I cleaned a dish. I set the sponge on the sink's edge - a single bubble formed on the surface of the sponge. Its effervescence shimmered in the light. It was lovely, simple. I waited for Ryan in the car as he filled out papers at the State Hospital. I ate tacos in the car. When I looked up after taking a bite that broke the taco shell, I saw a beatiful grey and orange cat on the

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My sugar addiction has gotten out of control lately. I've been particularly taken with candy lately. Usually it's of the sour candy variety, but today's craving was all about hot cinnamon chewy candies. I got some of those cinnamon bears and was sorely disappointed. They weren't nearly spicy enough. I went to the WIC office and hopefully the juice I'll be getting again will keep me from

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My belly pooches. It's still not very solid, so most of it's fat, but it pooches in an obviously 'expecting' sort of way. The baggy jeans no longer fit. The possible things I can wear are continuing to dwindle. I'm almost half way there though (well, this is my 17th week). I feel warm and positive today. I looked online for childbirth classes and found a really great one taught by a

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Today I lied around. It's actually been my first day of total relaxation since I arrived (twelve days ago). I got up around 8:30, which is about my normal routine these days - fixed breakfast (cereal with a glass of water), and began reading Harry Potter. I didn't stop reading Harry Potter until about noon! I pulled myself away to eat more and go to the store for an anti-acid (and baklava!).

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I realize that I haven't written much about the lovely little bundle a-growing in my belly. I've been overrun by the tasks of life. I haven't picked my head up from the fears I have about our security - money, healthcare, home, kitty happiness, etc. What I have done is bury my eyes into the Harry Potter books. I just started book number three! What excitement! Ann (Ryan's mom) and I went

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I am thoroughly absorbed in Harry Potter. I was sitting at Select Temp today, waiting to be interviewed when I began scheming a way that I could prove my address to the library - I must get the second book! I must today! I think I have two more chapters of the first book left. I knew this would happen if I gave into my want to read this children's books. I'm a sucker for a quick read,

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I just lost my post. I was being silly and hit the wrong button. Woe is me. Hopefully, I'll write more later.

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I went onto Friendster today. It's this weird networking online system. Naturally, I tried to look up people that I know from my past, in hopes that I can find out what they're up to. To my dismay, I found that once you've typed in their names you have to pray they've posted a good photo of themselves because you can't check out their profile unless you invite them to be your friends (which

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Last night I was remarkably cold! The first night we got here it was 80 degrees at 11PM, and already, just four days later the day's high has been 65-70! I must say I'm extremely pleased, but have been caught a bit unprepared. I will have to spend some time today rummaging through my twenty boxes in search for my warmer clothing, and pray that I can fit into them. I spent a lovely day with my

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Back in Oregon, to stay this time - interesting. I still don't feel up to my normal output/blog entry. Yesterday's journey across the country was insanely tiring. We all made it though. Ryan's trying to get a job today. Fish is sleeping. The resident doggy, Frankie, is sunbathing. I'm about ready to take a nap until Ryan calls for a pickup. I went grocery shopping - had to stock up on the

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last post before I go back to being an Oregonian. I will write more there. I love everyone and my life here in new york. I will miss it very much.

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It feels so normal to be here really, regardless of the fact that we're leaving in two days. Last night it finally sunk in that we're leaving. Strange and uncomfortable.... sad and scary. I hope that we can keep it all together.

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Today for lunch, Ryan and I had grilled cheese on rye bread (grilled in a George Forman grill) YUM! It's been the highlight of the day (well, except for a nice romantic morning :wink:). The furniture store is always hectic on Saturday. People calling all day, people wandering around the store, people paying on their layaways, people buying and asking for deliveries. It's hairy, and no one

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It seems to get assistance you have to be in a very desperate situation, or you have to lie. To get on Medicaid, which has PCAP as its pre-natal division, a couple of two (expecting a child) can only earn $942 between them. Today I went to apply for Family Health Plus. I qualify, but it's not for pregnant women. My child wouldn't be covered, nor do they cover previous medical bills (like the

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I realized while it's common knowledge among my community friends, that I still haven't written about my true odd craving since I've been pregnant...BEER! Last summer I dedicated myself to cultivating my taste for beer. Both Ryan and his father bought different varieties that I took a liking to: Pete's Strawberry Blonde, Fat Tire, and Negra Modelo. However, since I came back to New York, I

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Everything has a flair of annoyance today. Why do I sit here in my bad mood like this? I'm just overly OVERLY sensitive about my interactions with people lately. I'm beginning to get short with people over the phone, impatient with Ryan, and frustrated with myself for acting like "such a megabitch!" It's as if I'm on an ongoing journey of intense PMS, but of course there is nothing shedding

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I'm still thinking about cheese and crackers. All weekend in fact! My friends and former co-workers from The Bronx Museum are meeting me for dinner on Thursday night as a final send-off. I've been trying to catch up with everyone before I leave. How sad to be leaving like this, knowing that there's so many I won't be able to see for such a long time. I began to write a random list of my

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1061661046536649292003-08-23T13:50:00.000-04:002003-08-23T13:50:46.420-04:00

Seeing other pregnant women or mothers with their newborns, it just makes me so giddy lately. We're all in it together! I feel an instant bond with them. I want to share my news even though their complete strangers. I feel much better today because the heat broke last night and it's thankfully, much cooler today. It would be a beautiful day to go to the beach.

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Nothing is more satisfying right now than cheese and crackers. I've never been able to fully enjoy raw cheese on crackers (without anything else added)...until now. I was sitting here at the furniture store desk CRAVING cheese and crackers. The only problem is the cheese offerings here at home leaves something to be desired. I got some good cheese through WIC but it's at the house instead of

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1061583124164250582003-08-22T16:12:00.000-04:002003-08-22T16:12:04.210-04:00

Heather writes that over there in England, it's in the seventies.... Oh to be some place cooler right now. Meterologists think that it will feel like 105-110 degrees today (adding in the humidity). Unbearable really. Everyone feels blah.... In between my fingers, I sweat. Last night I caught a glimpse of the glare in a mirror's reflection. I paused to stay with the sight, and then to notice

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1061502152960035162003-08-21T17:42:00.000-04:002003-08-21T17:45:14.153-04:00

Went back to the doctor's today. Everything is swell they said. All my tests came back in, and we're both doing just fine. Blood pressure is normal. Apparently, I've lost two pounds! Interesting, eh? It looks like my belly's developed more, so I must've lost them in other places. Who knows? Seeing that I've already gained about eight to ten pounds since I became pregnant, it didn't matter

Gabriellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436455062365486075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5497585.post-1061399045114592722003-08-20T13:04:00.000-04:002003-08-20T13:04:05.060-04:00

Thankfully, I'm feeling better. I've had something very similar to PMS bitchiness for the past two days - just awful! I couldn't stop my brow from furling, my mouth from snapping rude comments. I left my beloved Nora (my Nalgene bottle) at JoAnn's Fabrics on Monday. That must've been my first problem - dehydration. Now that we've been reunited, I've felt much better. Janella and I are going

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Late in the afternoon yesterday, the power failed most of us on the Eastern Seaboard. It brought up memories of the past, specifically of Septemeber 11, and how my friends were stranded in separate places. We were fine here on 'the Island.' In fact, we made a bit of a night of it. With several trips down to the only bodega open in our neighborhood, many of the Ganasians filled their bellies with

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