The Competition is On
Only two weeks to go before Baby H. is due! Rachel just started the guessing competition for birth states on her blog. I love the idea and thought perhaps we could have our own version over here.
This is where you make your bets.
1. Will it be a boy? Or a girl?
2. Will it have lots of hair? Or nothing at all?
3. Will it come early, on it's due date (June 12th), or late?
Anything peoples. The wilder the better (though, I bet you can't guess what they'll name it).
Here's some statistics to help you decide:
* It's a fifty/fifty chance that it could come out a boy or a girl.
* Both Rachel and Matt were born with hair.
* Matt was induced on his due date.
* Rachel was born naturally on her due date.
* An average labour for a first baby usually takes about 13-17 hours.
Just for the record: I'm convinced it's going to be a boy. I think it'll come a day late (June 13th), labour will be 18 hours long (don't hate me Rachel!), it will have soft downy hair, and will come out screaming it's head off.
Three Funnys and a Laugh
Hey, sorry about all this hopscotch. Hopefully this is the last shift. If not and the website ever goes down again, wait a few days and check back. If it's not back hop over to my usual blogspot address. Hopefully it'll never go down again for so long but if it does, I'll either get off my lazy butt and pay for a real server or I'll switch back to blogger for good.
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But yeah, on another subject. Check these out. I found them in the country newspaper last night.
New Zealand Not for Sale
You can buy anything on the internet, even New Zeland apparently. Somebody in Australia tried to offload our neighbour - a naiton of four million people - to the highest bidder on the internet auction site eBay. From a one-cent start, 22 brisk bidders took the price to AUS$3,000 before the "sale" was pulled from the website.
Watermelon Warning
A farmer has a watermelon patch and upon inspection he discovers that some local kids have bee helpng themselves to a feast. The farmer thinks of ways to discourage this profit-eating situation. So he puts up a sign that reads: "WARNING! ONE OF THESE WATERMELONS CONTAINS CYANIDE!" The farmer returns a week later to discover that none of the watermelons have beeen eaten, but finds another sign that reads: "NOW THERE ARE TWO!"
Rain Gauge Competition
After five years of drought the people of Cunnamulla are finding new uses for their rain gauges. One local horse trainer used his to measure his liquid horse feed. A local "cocky ' who has been on the land for 40 years uses his as a port glass. The federal Member of the Maranoa Bruce Scott reckons his is put to good use measuring bulldust. The Cunnamulla and District Show Society is running a competition to find the most innovative use for a rain gauge. The winner will be announced at the show on May 20. To enter contact the Cunnamulla Visitor Information Centre.
Puppy Love
The Ringer stumbled across this list of why men have two dogs and not two wives:
* The later you are, the more excited your dogs are to see you.
* Dogs don't notice if you call them by another dog's name.
* Dogs like it if you leave a lot of things on the floor.
* Dogs find you amusing when you're drunk.
* Dogs like to go hunting and fishing.
* A dog will let you put a studded collar on it without calling you a pervert.
* If a dog smells another dog on you, they don't get mad. They just think it's interesting.
* If a dog leaves, it won't take half of your stuff.
Rain Down On Me
I think this is stress. Everything in my life is new and amazing and scary and exciting but somehow I've only managed to make a total of three posts within four weeks. Even now after I've been able to find my underwear on a record five consecutive days without having to pull my room apart I still can't seem to hold onto a thought long enough to write it down.
I was going to say something about rain, this I know. I'm sure I even told Rachel about my idea. She suggested I write down the thought into a Word document even though our internet hadn't been connected yet, and now as I sit here in befuddlement I realize in retrospect she was right.
One should write down things about rain. It might be important one day.
Yes, I remember reading a line in one of my journals about rain that stuck with me for days. It's a pity I can't remember it now. Maybe rain is like that. It comes and it goes, stealthily and silent. Sometimes it's an onslaught of slicing ice and at other times a gentle whisper of renewing mist.
Ultimately I guess life is like rain. Right now I'm slipping around wildly in a deluge, wondering if there's a way to get the clinging tendrils of wet hair out of my face long enough for me to find shelter to hide under. I'd say it's intolerably cold except I'm not sure it is. I keep dreaming about how wonderful a cave would be hide away in but then, as my other self dreams along these tantalizing lines, my realistic side remembers the dryness of the desert and the death of bordeom it brought.
Thus if life may be like rain then, though, I may fear drowning at the onslaught of stress at least I can say I'm not thirsty.
End Thy Silence
The last post is a little old but not much is new since. My website hasn't been working lately (not sure what's up with the serving) and I've decided to switch back to blogger until I can get ahold of the guy who lets me pinch off his server download.
Life is crazy. Life could be good. Sleep might help me decide.
NOTE: Please forgive the fact all the inter-website linkds and the majority of the photos won't work at present. If it starts to bug me enough I'll work on getting the top picture to display later.
Otherwise, I hope all is well with y'all. I've missed my little internet world and it feels so wonderful to be back blogging again.
A Whole New World
Thank y'all so much for all your prayers. I've felt a lot like I've needed them lately. Mentally the stress is really getting to me. There's a lot of new things I need to adjust to, the biggest one being surrounded by other people 24/7 that I don't yet know very well. Dad is still back on the station and without him things feel a lot less secure. Hopefully he'll be back early next week.
I'm over the worse of the wog I got. I spent a few days in the bath with a tissue box beside me, but with that over it's not so bad. I just hope I don't get the vomitting wog that is now also going around. If I catch it I have this fear I'm going to find myself ringing up my doctor in tears. One more thing would be just too much right now.
Still, I'm trying to hold onto my orginal optimism that this is a good shift.
1. I am liking that I do at least have the opportunity to meet and see people.
2. The consistancy of the weather is really helping health-wise. I'm keeping a consistant temperature much easier and my legs haven't once swollen up.
3. There's so much cheap fruit and veges around here that were nearly impossible to get out west. Friends especially have been piling us high with produce from their own farms and gardens.
4. It's great being closer to a supermarket where I can get specialized food items I wasn't able to buy before.
5. It's fun having an opportunity to wear all my dressier cloths on a daily basis.
6. My hair is loving all the rainy weather. In face, it's gone completely wild.
7. I like Pastor B's preaching.
8. It's new.
A whole new world
Don't you dare close your eyes
A hundred thousand things to see
Hold your breath - it gets better
I'm like a shooting star
I've come so far
I can't go back to where I used to be
