The Queen's Rambles

***Side Note: I just noticed WordPress didn’t e-mail me any comments from my last post. Booo! Hisss! Anyway, we have a Garmin and have been unable to figure out how to update the maps. What good is a GPS if you can’t update the maps? Sounds like we should have got a TomTom*****

I might have five minutes to myself, so I might get to post an update. If it is jumbled up. . . well. . I am the queen of rambles after all. Not the queen of coherency or theme or them thar fancy bloggin’.

And you wonder why I don’t have a loyal following of thousands.

You know what I wonder? Why do I have a mosquito bite? Is it time to buy my summer ticket to Oregon? Six weeks, please. I’ll take unstable, drug addled sociopaths over humidity, heat and insane amounts of bugs.

My mom finally figured out how to log on to Facebook again. I have been informed that Elsa has teeth and red hair. I already knew that.

The red hair isn’t a huge shock, more of a little surprise. My mom’s family has a lot of redheads of varying shades so a little strawberry Elsa fits right in. When I was in high school I often had strawberry blonde hair, but I can’t really say that has any influence on Elsa’s hair since mine was a result of over-processed, badly done home coloring. My mom was all about the blonde; still is. She’s convinced in her little mommy heart that I dye my hair dark brown to thwart her. I think she really thinks I’m lying when I tell her I don’t dye it at all.

That may change in the near future if I keep plucking out all these white hairs. I’m going to have a mid-life crisis in about 25 days. You’ve been warned.

I think my milk may be drying up, or at least becoming insufficient for supplying a 25 pound 10 month old picky eater with all her milk drinking needs. Do I supplement with formula? Goat’s milk? Sweetened condensed milk? Something? I don’t even know what to do. I thought I had such humongous boobs that I would never have to worry about insufficient milk supply (even though I know, logically, that boob size has nothing to do with milk supply). If my period will ever end that might help. I vaguely recall reading that milk supply can decrease during your period. I nursed Erik until he was almost three and never had this problem, but he ate a lot and was much smaller.

Speaking of babies and raising them, I watched Raising Hope on Hulu today. For some reason I didn’t want to watch “my shows” on the laptop (the basement flooded a bit this weekend and we are trying to de-mold down there and I don’t want to smell the mold and vinegar) so I tried out Raising Hope. I was laughing to hard I thought I was going to cry. The germ episode was the best, but I really enjoyed them all. I am so glad we are finally getting back to scripted television. I like a good reality show (Top Chef, old school Project Runway), but I also like well written shows.

Ok, looks like my five minutes of peace turned into fifteen minutes but now they are over.