Nancymarie’s House

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One thing I want to bitch about is the genetic manipulation due to fertility treatments (which usually lead to multiple births). I’m thinking that when couples decide to muck around with their inability to have kids, they aren’t thinking of how these kids will fuck up human genetics. Remember when you could eat peanuts on an airplane? I do. Now we get shitty pretzels because someone had a reaction due to their peanut allergy. Thirty years ago, that person would’ve been a genetic abnormality and died at an early age. TBH, sometimes, people aren’t meant to have kids. Randy Lubas, refering to the McCaughey septuplets, said it best, “‘We’re going to take fertility drugs so we can fill our 1-bedroom house with 7, white-trash dumbasses just like us. And we’re going to keep all 7 because it’s God’s will.’ Bullcrap! It was God’s will for you to have *zero*; you screwed it up.”

Empath and I went out to pick up pizza for supper last night. While we were waiting, I noticed someone walk in behind me. I glanced over my shoulder out of curiosity, noting the guy had bare legs. I originally thought he was one of those doorknobs who wears basketball shorts in the winter. When I looked closer, he wore a dark brown kilt. Yes, an authentic kilt, though not from a tartan. I took a closer look at this guy and found him very attractive even though I never saw his whole face (just part of his beard). He wore a trench coat and a very cool hat which I would describe as a broad-brimmed pork pie (a wider brim than in the link and colored black).

We got hit with 9-10 inches of snow yesterday. It’s not bad as it rained after the snow fell. As Empath drove us to Pizza Hut, a guy passed us in the right lane and swerved over in front of us. His car was going the speed limit (60 kph) and he hit a slick spot, spun out and ended up facing on-coming traffic in the median.

I didn’t get into playing The Sims until the Superstar expansion pack had come out. I really love playing this game and eventually bought all the expansions. When Sims 2 came out, I bought one of the rare PC cds since I don’t have a dvd drive. I played it for a few days, but just could not get “into” it. The big turn-off is that my sim will die in 30 game days. Nearly 5 years later, I dusted off the cd case, installed it and found some good guides on GameFags GameFaqs. One of the sims I created is based on this guy. Nondrick is a stay-at-home sim, relying on his painting and possible novel writing skills to keep him afloat.

Spike is running a week-long CSI:NY marathon this week.

Weight update: Empath 235#; myself 300#.

I installed Sims 2 and started playing it. I made the Foote family, Dylan and Erin, and got them to make/have a baby. I know it’s tough figuring out how to do everything with a new baby hanging around. These two are morons. Their fun and energy levels are pretty well non-existant because the baby is only sleeping a few hours at a time. Dylan is the stay-at-home parent and currently has no Fun, Energy and Hunger (all 3 are empty). So, I tell him to go eat a snack, but he decides he’s better off bitching that he wants to watch tv. Erin is that same way, in fact she did die because she wanted to pitch a fit over not getting some sleep instead of eating those cookies I told her to eat.

Now I remember why I never had kids in The Sims.

I signed up for Facebook, mostly to see if it’s as a big a deal as people make it out to be. One thing I don’t like about it is it wants your email addy and password in order to “add existing friends” to your account. Yeah riiiiiiiiiiiiight; pull the other one. *rolls eyes* If anyone’s interested in adding me because you feel sorry for me or you need to pad your own friends’ list, go ahead.

I found out that this coldness I’ve got on and off may be a symptom of menopause. Luckily, I can get by with socks and a hoodie jacket.

I ate 3/4ths of the bread pudding I made yesterday.

I so want a hot bath right now. Sadly, Canadian tubs won’t hold the heat which turns every bath into sitting in a pool of cooling piss. I keep hearing my junior high PE teacher, “Exercise helps cramps.” Go fuck yourself! It’s fucking hard to move around when your uterus insists birthing time every 2 minutes. For those who need an analogy: imaging being hit in the crotch by Sammy Sosa and a bat every 2 minutes.

We watched The Beast last night. It’s okay, better than some of the crap on tv. If you aren’t in the US, don’t bother trying to watch the episode.

I took The Beautiful Kind’s blog off my reading list because she’s starting these secret posts you have to pay to read/look at. I understand getting donations to keep a site running, but she’s not worth $5.

Digging around in the CD collection, I found one with shovelware solitaire games and installed it.

I’m spotting blood atm, but the currently gentle cramps signal the return of my period.

The FIL told Empath last night that he has prostate cancer and will be getting irradiated all this week. Why do these morons wait until the last possible minute to tell their *son* about serious issues like this? Granted, we can’t do anything about it, but having time to adapt to the knowledge is welcome. We never would’ve known the MIL had kidney cancer and said kidney removed if I hadn’t taken 1 phone message from the hospital.

Weigh in for both of us today. Empath: 236# Myself: 305#

I swear I’m fatter than that. The scale isn’t 100% accurate because the floor it’s on isn’t 100% level, but it’s the best we can do atm.

Hitman is excellent. Felt a lot longer than 93 minutes with all the packed action.

Together, we made a resolution to lose weight this coming year. We’re both snackers and grazers. How I’m going to approach this is sticking to limited portions and serving sizes of all the food. Also, fruits and veggies will be making a bigger part of our new eating habits, such as more salads and a banana every day. So far, we’re doing okay and expecting slips. I caught myself gorging on Lays chips this afternoon.

I still haven’t gotten my period. I’m going to wait until February before calling a doctor which friends are highly recommending. I’m not looking forward to that exam because it’s going to open a can of worms that we can’t monetarily afford to deal with.