Tuesday, June 28, 2011

18 weeks pregnant


My feet have been hurting.
I randomly fall asleep. I feel like a narcoleptic.
Im ALWAYS starving.
And people have been trying to rub my belly, which is driving me nuts!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Used baby items that i got and are very helpful

Bassinet
Dresser Drawer
Carrier/ Car seat/ Stroller
Toys

These were all hand me downs it is saving lots of money.
Im not a person that mines things in the babies room not matching, so its great for me.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

To the father who

goes and gets me milk of magnesia at 11:41 pm.
Love you pops
happy fathers day.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Puzzles puzzles puzzles

since im going to be 16 weeks this weekend i have told myself i really need to quit smoking, so me and my dad are quitting together, but what is helping me the most is warheads and the puzzles i bought, i have five of them, and when i get the urge to smoke, i just go and work on it, lets just say its been almost three days and the first one is pretty much done.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Jabberwocky


by Lewis Carroll (Charles L. Dodgson)
From Through the Looking-Glass, 1871


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
    He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.