The Queen's Rambles

I am really frustrated because my camera is missing. I know I had it on March 31. I haven’t seen it since that day. Where is it? I’ve looked in all my pockets and all my bags. Mike has been a house cleaning fool. It must be around here somewhere.

I took out my old camera and tried using it and instantly remembered why I hated that camera with the hate of 10,000 suns. HATE! Couldn’t get a single clear picture. Not that I can get a clear picture with my new camera. I am not a good photographer and my subjects never hold still. I miss my first digital camera. It took wonderful pictures, but they were 1.8 MP so sometimes they wouldn’t even print out.

My mom is here! I forgot to stock up on Diet Pepsi so she and Mike are at Home Depot and Target. I think she’s planning yard work while she’s here. That would be awesome because I hate yard work. Last year she planted some petunias around our front tree that lasted all summer with minimal maintenance from me. I enjoy the pretty. I am just not good at making the pretty happen.

Her plane got in at 10 pm so we let Erik go to the airport with Mike. Silly boy didn’t end up going to sleep until after 1 am last night, but he was up at 8 am this morning. I believe he is napping right now. Elsa is also napping away. For once she’s in bed instead of on me so I am feeling free. Freeeeee!

Can you believe she turns 1 on Wednesday???? I can’t!

Plan thus far:

-Make cupcakes Tuesday night for a little family cupcake time on her real birthday and so Erik can take some to his spring party (also on her birthday). That worked out awfully nice.

-Have birthday party on Sunday. I think I’ll just pick up a big cake at Costco and give her a piece to mess with. We’re having an afternoon party and the invites just said we would have cake and snacks so I am not planning anything too elaborate. Maybe a fruit and veggie platter from Costco. I don’t know. One of our guests is allergic to dairy, soy, nuts, eggs, citrus and I can’t remember what all else. He’s only two. I have a recipe for “Depression Era Cake” that I know he can eat, but am not sure how to frost them. I guess I’ll ask his mom. He doesn’t really eat most food since he always gets so sick, so I don’t know what to get that he’ll enjoy. Maybe some bananas? I’ll have to talk to his mom. He mainly lives on a special formula. They do have hopes that he’ll outgrow some of his allergies. For his sake I hope that’s true. Can you imagine how miserable that would be? I know Grain_Damaged can. I don’t really know what to do about goody bags either. You know I hate goody bags, but I think I am going to give in to the inevitable and just give away bags of plastic crap. Kids love ’em.

-Go to another photo session on Monday. I know. Ridiculous. But when I picked up Elsa’s photos last week the manager talked to me about her birthday and suggested I come in and bring a cake and balloons (what I originally wanted to do and the person I talked to on the phone said I couldn’t do). I also got Erik an outfit to wear and maybe will get some grandkid/grandma pictures or sibling pictures. He is not pleased with my outfit for him, but maybe he’ll wear it. I don’t know. It is just a robin egg blue button down shirt. He hates buttons. Brat.

If only I can find that damned camera we’ll be all set!

We went to a birthday party today for the little boy across the street. He’s five days older than Elsa and still fits in his baby bucket seat. Tiny little guy! He’s not walking either, and just sat on his grandmas’ laps or in his baby bucket the whole time. Elsa? She was walking all around, picking everything up and shoving it in her mouth, rolling down the hill (she’s a great big roly-poly baby. Always with the rolling.), wearing me and my mom out.

Speaking of Elsa. . . I’ve heard of yet another one. My mom sat next to an 18 month old Elsa on the plane.

Did any of you ever get the Baby Name Wizard baby name book? That was my favorite. They organized the names a lot differently than other books and I found it a lot less overwhelming. Anyway, at the end of the book they had a “Why Not?” section–a list of names that are nice and not really out there, but that weren’t popular at all. Elsa was on that list so I’m wondering if a lot of people read that book and decided they wanted a name that was nice, but not popular or crazy and they picked Elsa. I think I’ve heard of more baby Elsas than Eriks. I know lots of older Eriks, but don’t think I’ve run into a single kid Erik/Eric/Erick/Eriq.

Do any of you watch the BBC version of Being Human? I love that show. Love love love. Last night was the series 3 finale and I couldn’t believe what happened at the end. I was up all night with nightmares because of it (the show is about vampires, werewolves and ghosts, so you can imagine). One of these days I should make a list of all the shows I’m currently enjoying. I’m sure you care immensely. Most of them are already canceled, but at least most of them all knew they were going to be canceled and wrapped things up so it’s like watching a mini-series.

Last thing: I decided I was going to stencil myself a “Good for Goodness Sake” t-shirt. I even bought a couple of plain tees at Kohls.

But where do you put the design when you have gigantic boobs? WHERE? I can’t wait to stop nursing this baby. The only bra that fits even half-way nicely is a cup size I. As in I am a huge boob head. I! I am not saying that to brag. Small breasted women don’t understand why big breasted women hate their boobs. Big breasted women don’t understand why small breasted women don’t rejoice in their lack of boobage. I need breast reduction surgery.