39-ish weeks, my cesarean is scheduled for Saturday. Originally posted (with a bonus photo!) on my mommy blog. :)

Gotta love the San Francisco Bay Area. :)

My Christly-buff legs are strong enough to lift Jesus
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I was squating MASSIVE WEIGHT earlier and Christ approached me. He was like "My son, your legs are so powerful that I can really believe I created them." Then I was like "Christ, Lord, Father, my Shepherd, my legs are so nauseatingly powerful that I cant stand it sometimes." And he was like "I dont know what to tell you my Son." So then I was like "JESUS, FATHER, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN MMMMEEEEE!!!!!???!?!?!?" And he was like "HOLY SHIT THATS WAS WHAT I SAID AT THE END OF THE BIBLE!!!!11" Then I fuckin' charged Him and went for a single-leg takedown, then transitioned to a high-crotch lift and he was like "YOU CANT FUCKIN' LIFT ME I'M JESUS!!11 I AM THE WELLSPRING OF THE UNIVERSE!!!1111 LIFTING ME IS LIKE SOMEONE GRABBING THEMSELVES BY THE SHIRT AND PICKING THEMSELVES OFF THE GROUND!!!11" So I started to lift Him and I was like "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!1111111" and He was like "NO FUCKIN' WWAAYYYYY!!!!!1" And I lifted Him by an inch or so but it was FUCKIN' IMPOSSIBLE, but then I gritted my teeth and went "EEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!1111111111" and lifted Him SSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOO high in the air. And Jesus was like "THIS CANT BE FUCKIN' HAPPENING!!11 I WEIGH AS MUCH AS THE 4TH DIMENSIONAL UNIVERSE!!!!!111" and I was like "TOO FUCKIN' BAD MY LEGS ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO LIFT THE PRIMORDIAL 10TH DIMENSIONAL UNIVERSE!!!!!!!1111111111111" At this point Jesus' tears were flowing due to his disbelief and pride that He had made something SSOOOOOO POWERFUL as me. His tears were like a Jesus-Waterfall pouring over me and I was like drowning in them, but then I said "CCHHRRIISSTTTTT YOUR TEARS ARE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKIN' WATERFALL!!!!1" And we both fell down next to each other and He was like "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and I was like "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and we we're like "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111"

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Gay Marriages is not a Constitutional Right
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This Country like many others follows;Rules to the God they Serve..
Equal Rights was not base men sleeping with men and women sleeping
with women...Know we must executed the jobs of our teachers in our school system
that feel as if having the same sex partner and teaching this practice too our children is there right!
I beg to differ....this United States of America was base on the black book the right the bible to say that
our forefather wrote the constitution without it where would we be? I don't remember God or Jesus Christ nor
did I ever read any insert that's said yes man can sleep with man and woman can sleep with woman??nor did I hear
marry the same sex! I said executed jobs thats goes against any good teaching of a civilized humanity..if the gay are not
happy in this state get the flock out! for if I see you a man kissing another man the stone I will throw will be a heavy one!
Was it a mistake to allow the freedom of the gays from mental institutions to roam as they do mocking and coursing
to make public what God has detested and to bring childen in on it they are not better then MIke Jackson!!

Even though my younger self would probably have told you differently, I never really wanted for much as a kid. There was always food, there was a roof over my head, I had clothes, toys, games, computers, whatever, I was set. If there were extras I wanted--which there always were, I'm human--my dad was adamant that I earn it. As a kid this meant doing more chores (without being asked usually) etc. and as I got older it meant earning my own goodies, or at least saving my lunch money. I started working side jobs at 14, got my first full-time gig at 15 and started buying my own groceries, camera gear, feeding my shoe obsession, (cute) clothes, anything that wasn't a necessity. Even if I was annoyed with my dad at first, years later I'm more than grateful that I have this ingrained work-ethic and understanding of money and earning my own way.

I'm currently living with my 15 year old baby brother, and am amazed that he has no concept of supporting himself. His general attitude seems to be that he deserves things...just because. It's unfair if other people have things he wants, right? My things are constantly disappearing, and when I approach him about it I get awful attitude and some self-righteous remark about how I should know better than to leave things around if I don't want them to be free-for-all. As much as I'd like to hulk-out and tear off his bratty pubescent head and leave it on a stake in his high-school quad as a warning to teenagers everywhere, I have repeatedly taken a deeeeeeeeep breathe and suggested that he get a job if he doesn't feel that his (already excessive) weekly allowance is enough, or at least go to the store (across the street!) and get whatever it was for himself. This is usually met with grumbles of how life is unfair and I just "don't understand." I've talked the issue over with a few people, and amidst the "wow, your brother's a prick," I've head a lot of "well, he's still a kid, he shouldn't have to work..." I call bullshit. Obviously whoever voulunteers as a parent or guardian for a child is taking on a serious responsibilty, emotionally, financially, and, well, eternally, however this shouldn't mean that just because someone is a "kid" that they should be devoid of responsibilities of their own. I've seen these attitudes repeatedly with my younger relatives, friend's kids, and even friends that are still in college and living off mommy and daddy's dime. You don't just wake up one day after you graduate/turn 18/whatever coming-of-age nonsense you believe and suddenly know how to hold your own. Is 15 really too young to get a part-time job?