I have so much to tell you, only I can’t seem to remember a damn thing these days.
Wait, what was I saying?
OH YEAH.
I can’t remember what I keep forgetting to write.
WHA??
I am like an early-onset Alzheimer’s patient. During every-day conversations, I routinely forget common words, which drives my sister crazy.
"You can go to that juice place, " I told her last week when she was up here visiting. "You know, that place with the juice and those…other things? The juicy juice things…"
"SMOOTHIES!" She yelled.
"YES! Thank you, smoothies!"
"You know, Mom is so damn vulnerable that she believes all that — no wait! Not vuln–"
"–GULLIBLE! GULLIBLE!!!" She screamed into the phone.
"YES! Thank you, gullible."
This even happens to me at work. Several times a day, embarrassingly enough. "Can you submit a…uh…um, a summary thing of what you want funding for??" I say, ending each sentence in a question, clearly not getting my point across.
"A proposal?" They will ask.
"YES! Thank you, a proposal!" I say, relieved they have figured out what I’m trying to say.
I walk into a store with a mental note of what I need, only to have it totally forgotten in the time it takes me to walk waddle from the car to the door.
And I drop things. Actually, I drop about 99% of everything I try to hold: large or small, heavy or light, doesn’t seem to matter.
Since we’re packing to move, this has become quite a problem. Especially because the whole bending over thing is not easy. I do that very unflattering, squatting thing that makes it look like I’m trying to lay a large egg. Or like I’m taking a — well, you get the idea. It’s not pretty.
So my whole day consists of picking something up or grabbing something, dropping it on the floor, and yelling FRICK before deciding how badly I need it. Sometimes I wait and see how many things I can drop near other things and then just do one squatting maneuver to save myself some trouble.
It’s bad, that’s all I can say.
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So our booby class last weekend was quite fun, but there’s nothing like a three-hour lesson on breastfeeding to bring out the 13 year old boy in all of us.
When we walked into the room where the class was held, it had several couches around for the couples to sit on. Each couch had a doll on it. A totally CREEPY doll. A doll that did this disconcerting thing where when you tilted her down, her eyes closed but when you propped her back up her glassy, murderous eyes would POP open and scare the shit out of you. So needless to say, I did this to BeBop on and off all day and cracked myself up.
At one point the ladies had to put on some lipstick (which was SO not my color, thankyouverymuch) and then, sort of, how do I say this??
Try to latch on to a balloon filled with water.
Try to suckle the balloon, if you will…
And NO, I’m not kidding.
The idea was to try latching on with our mouths in different positions to get a better idea of what the baby’s mouth should look like when he latches on…is this making any sense at all?!? (Probably not.)
Anyhoo, it was pretty funny.
Later, each woman had to hold the freaky-eyed zombie doll in a nursing position and learn how to guide our boobs into their mouths with our nipples pointed up and…I better just stop while I’m behind, huh??
I’m not sure I’m any better prepared to nurse, and yet I did learn a lot of things in the class so who knows?
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I know there are a million other things I wanted to add, but of course I can’t remember any of them.
Something about my Mom calling my poor sister seven frillion times a day about the formaldehyde that’s apparently contaminating all of her son’s baby clothes and how she needs to either wash everything in vinegar or buy him an entirely new, totally organic wardrobe or he’ll grow a second head or something, but I can’t think of the details.
So I’ll sign off for now, asking for your good wishes as we move on Sunday into the new house. Once I get my lap top set up from there I’ll post again and catch up with your blogs.
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