Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Which is: Read Four books of any length, from any subgenre of scary stories that you choose.
The Gothic/Horror/Suspense genre isn't something I normally read, although I do like the ghosty fansty/sci-fi. So I've been looking at the other blogger's lists and I've come up with a list of my own. The first two Carl pointed out and they intrigued me. I love the title of the 2nd one.
- The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
- The Ghost In Love by Jonathan Carroll
- Underground by Kat Richardson
- The Tenth Gift by Jane Johnson-- not sure if this one fits in the genre, but it looks good
- Touch the Dark by Karen Chance
- Glass Houses - Rachel Caine
And what ever else I find. One of the best things about the challenge is all the new books the other blogger's bring to my attention.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Woot! I went for my first trimester screen today and I made this video for Zalebaby since he couldn't make it to the appointment with me. Don't listen to me babble please, I was just chitchatting with the Dr. while he was checking out the little bean. Overall, everything looks good, which makes me very happy. I go back on September 16th for a 2nd trimester screening and I'll find out Bean's gender then.
Friday, August 15, 2008
I bet no-one would notice if I sneaked out....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I did have something funny happen to me last week, but I wanted to wait until I had a picture to post with the story, but the picture thing doesn't seem to be happening yet, so I'll just tell the story.
So, I went to Kroger after work and a guy asked me how many months am I. If it wasn't for his very pregnant wife standing beside of him, I would have clocked him. As it was, I gave him a completely shocked look. After all, I was barely 11 weeks! Now I was wearing a bias cut dress that outlined my belly, but when I looked in the mirror that morning I didn't think I looked preggers, just a little chunky. Needless to say, I've retired that dress until after baby. Not that I mind the idea of looking pregnant, but it was soo weird to have him ask me that.
Zalebaby, sweet as he is, insists I look preggers, not fat. He gets a gold star for that. Now, if he'd only do the dishes.