Sunday, February 26, 2006

Exciting News

I'm 14 weeks pregnant!

It's too soon to tell if we're having a boy or a girl. The ultrasound will be done sometime in April. I'll be sure to keep you all posted.

To those of you that are so dedicated to reading my blog: I'm sorry I haven't been posting that frequently lately. When one feels like shit, one tends to not want to sit in front of the computer. I appreciate your support and dedication! I hope that I start to feel better in the very near future.

Love and feathers,
Amelia K.

Monday, February 20, 2006

I can't tell you how good it feels...

...to sleep in my own bed.

...to take a shower in my own shower. I even shaved for the first time in over a week.

...to not have to decide which restaurant to eat at, which I had to do for over a week. Sometimes, I even had to coordinate this with other people. Not major, though, 'cause the company was good.

...to be in the correct time zone.

...to see Flof and Zel.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Right Now

Right now, there's this Chinese couple doing Launch the Bitch. They're skating to "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin.

Not the original, but the instrumental.

It's hot.

But, they're dressed like they're from KISS. It's not their fault they're dressed like they're from KISS. They probably had no say on what they're music or outfits look like. They're from Communist China, yo.

They did a fabulous job. They're in first place.

Everyone else just needs to sit down.

So far in D.C.

So far in D.C., Melanie and I haven't danced on tables. Apparently there aren't too many smoke-free places in which to behave in such a manner.

We did order pizza. This is a bit of a novely for me, since in My Little Town, Zel and I live too far off the beaten path for Domino's to deliver without charging us $5. We typically get take and bake, but it's not quite the same as having the pizza dude deliver straigth to your door.

We're sitting in Mel's basement apartment listening to the snow fall. We're under a winter storm warning. They're telling us were supposed to get 4 - 10 inches of snow. I didn't pack my Doc's. I didn't have room in my suitcase. I think I need a bigger suitcase, yo. And it's not like you can wear 8-hole boots to the airport. If you haven't traveled since 9/11, they make you get naked and do 12 jumping jacks in order to get through security. When I travel, I wear shit that's easy on-easy off. We may go shopping tomorrow for new Doc's. I'd get a pair of black ones, 'cause I already have brown ones.

We also went to the National Museum of the American Indian. There is currently a display of Native American Tribes from Washington State, British Columbia, and Alaska. Two of the Tribes on display are from my 'hood, so I wanted to check ot the museum, and Mel's good enough to take me.

We also went to the Hope Diamond. I told Mel she need to wear it because it would bring out her eyes. Mel said that the Hope Diamond is just wasting away in that display because she's not wearing it. I think that it would look really hot on her if she had on that, and a pair of dark blue panties.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Learn to do Your own Laundry

I learned today that he Most Eligible Bachelor in the County doesn’t do his own laundry.

I bumped into him in the hall. Literally. Didn’t intend to. Just bumped into each other.

I said, “You’re shirt looks a little stiff. Did you use a bit too much starch?”

“No”, he said. “I didn’t do it.”

I looked at him quizzically.

“The little man at the cleaner’s does it," he said.

I gave him another look. “The ‘little man’?”

“Yeah. He comes to my office and picks up my laundry and does it and then drops it off in my office again when he’s done,” he said.

“Sweet Jesus! Don’t you know how to do your own laundry? Didn’t everyone learn to do that when they were like 10?” I said.

“I’ve gotta go,” and he starts to walk away. He was embarrassed. I learned from the Contract Queen that he does this a lot.

I follow.

“I’ve got this friend who knows how to do laundry. She’s hot,” I said.

He stopped walking and perked up. “Really?”

“Yeah. And she’s single and very intelligent,” I said.

“Where does she live?”

“D.C.”

“My brother lives in D.C.,” he said.

I perked up for Melanie’s sake. “Oh?”

“He’s married with kid number two on the way.”

I was disappointed. “Oh.”

I changed my tune quickly, though. “I’m going to visit her soon. I’ll be sure to mention I know a professional in his early thirties who needs some laundry tips. She’s pretty good at laundry. She used to wash her clothes in a bucket when she lived in West Africa.” I have no idea if Melanie actually did her laundry in a bucket or had the one of the village children do it, but it sounded good at the time.

He was interested, at least in the fact that my good friend was in West Africa. I knew this because he said, “What was she doing in West Africa?”

“She was in the Peace Corps for 2 years and taught English.”

“Wow.” He seemed impressed.

“Well, I can either mention the laundry thing to her or you can learn to do your own laundry.”

“Whatever you want to do,” he said. “But I like to help the little man and the local economy.”

“Super,” I said. "See you later!" And I walked away.

Monday, February 06, 2006

I Must Remember

Before I leave on Thursday for D.C., and spend a week with Melanie, I must remember to do the following three tasks:

1. Wax my eyebrows
In college, Melanie became the Eyebrow Queen. I’d hate to show up with what the Eyebrow Queen may deem bushy eyebrows and she sends me packing for the nearest hotel.

2. Polish my toenails
In college, I was a licensed Nail Technician. (In the 70’s and 80’s term was “manicurist”. I was in college in the 90’s, when we were “Nail Technicians”.) I’d hate to show up to Melanie’s and not have some type of polish on my toes. Even though it’s winter, I can suck it up for a couple of hours to let the polish dry. The sacrifices one must make in the name of beauty.

3. Shave
I sleep naked. Melanie knows I sleep naked. I’ve known her for nearly 10 years. We’ve seen each other naked lots of times (did I mention we met in college?). I’d hate for my leg to brush up against her leg in the night and wake her up. But, given that Melanie can sleep through a hurricane, I shouldn’t be too concerned. However, I’d hate for her to deem my pussy as bushy and send me packing for the nearest hotel.