we're in the home stretch regarding childbirth class (not exactly lamaze, but a close facsimile). two more long fucking classes with sandra who i'm nt exactly fond of, but does at least provide a little unwitting comedy for us every class. this week it was "booty-pressure," quickly translated to "butt pressure" for those of us who had never heard the term booty referring to anythining but pirate treasure before (ok, perhaps tetsuya and kaoru never had, but i can't be sure how much of the non-idiom english they're actually getting... thank god they have that pocket translator). there was also the classic "ok, dads, you can be either in front of her or behind her for this one. i prefer... either one." it's good she specified, as i intended to try something wholly different, perhaps laying right on siouxs! and the baby-belly.
bootsy is laying sideways we think. there's still plenty of time for turnin', but we're hoping sooner rather than later to lessen the number of things to worry about. sandra says we can chase "him" around with frozen vegetables, but why set up pickiness so early in (pre-)life?
pitchers and catchers start spring training next friday. i'm too excited for baseball again to even explain about it.
i know i've said it before, and then it didn't amount to much, but the republikkkans seem to be on the ropes, awaiting the knockout blow from whatever progressive willing to deliver it. get in there, demokkkrats! when you become the new conservative party, real liberals will stand a chance of forming a more effective party in your wake.
fuck alberto gonzales.
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