Jul. 26th, 2011

lemon_says: (Hip)
I hope everyone is celebrating properly. Take a long walk. Sit Indian style (they don't call it that anymore, you know--it's "criss cross applesauce"). Do some yoga. Thank your hips for being useful.

I have been enjoying the day. I had great company, as [livejournal.com profile] eshayden and I walked the kids to the coffeehouse and then [livejournal.com profile] gratefulbambina brought her kids over. We had a lovely, rambunctious day. There was dirt-digging involved, and at one point there were zombies chasing cowgirls.

Ez is currently trying to perform some tricks he saw on "America's Got Talent," so he has wedged himself into a hula hoop and is attempting to roll around the house. You'd be surprised at how much distance he has managed. Anya is doing handstands. No, they aren't jacked up from seven kids running amok all day, eh?

I had to run out quickly for an OB appointment for about an hour, so the ladies watched my two and theirs. I talked to Dr. A--the head OB--about the sonogram tech and all her many ways of annoying me and accusations of dieting, and she said that she's not remotely concerned about anything with Z3PO's size (or mine), so I can cancel that next u/s "growth check" and as long as the fundal height keeps being good she doesn't think I need those. Now all I have to do is make an appointment with the orthopedist to make sure nothing has shifted and he's not going to be all peevish about my damaging his handiwork. I'm thirty weeks already. That went fast, didn't it?

And then we had cinnamon rolls, because every day is better with cinnamon rolls.

So, go bend down and touch your toes, or run up some stairs or something. And have a cinnamon roll. Do it for your hips.

Edit: Here's a conversation with Ez for you. I let the kids watch America's Got Talent and on one of the results shows there was a performance from "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert." Ez sat there watching in silence for a while, then said, "Yeeeah, those people shouldn't go to Vegas."

Me: Those people aren't in the competition.
Ez: What are they doing there?
Me: They're just a performance. It's from a musical. They're already kind of famous.
Me: Yes. People pay to see this show.
Ez: Why the hell would they do that?


Jul. 26th, 2011 04:34 pm
lemon_says: (Default)
Can anyone enlighten me as to why LJ has suddenly decided to tag entries for me to link to other sites? If I wanted to link to an ad for yoga, I would freaking do it myself.
lemon_says: (WTF)
I often see things that make me wonder who the target market is. Obviously the infomercial market is for people who can't drain spaghetti or slice a banana. Little girls' clothes with "diva" are for mothers who refer to themselves as "MILFs." Title loan ads are directed at those who don't really want their cars back.

Who, exactly, is the target market for these underpants?

Is it just me, or do these look more like something one would wear in order to prank one's unsuspecting lover in a Crying Game situation than for a maternity announcement?


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