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Every episode of Battlestar Galactica is just sooooo good. I’m having my doubts that Kara’s “daughter” Casey is hers. Casey looks to be about 3 years old, maybe older. However, when they showed Hera, Sharon & Helo’s daughter, she looked to be about a year and a half. Hera wasn’t walking and Casey is. Technically, Hera was conceived first and yet Casey looks older. Hmmm. I could be completely wrong about it but I just found it strange that Casey looks much older than Hera.

Also, on a fun note… Battlestar Galactica is soooo cool. They’ve got Veronica Mars saying “frak”. She’s said it 2 episodes now. That is freaking funny.

Oh, yeah… I’ve been saying “frak” too.

Me: *bumps into coffee table* Frak!!
Husband: *gives me a weird look* What the hell did you just say?
Me: Frak.
Husband: What does that mean?
Me: Dude, it’s from Battlestar Galactica. It’s a swear word on the show.
Husband: It is? Why are you saying it?
Me: Well, because it’s a cool word. Also, the baby is in the room and I don’t want to swear in front of him.
Husband: If it’s a swear word then you are swearing in front of the baby.
Me: He doesn’t know that. Would you rather I say “fuck”?
Husband: *rolls his eyes*

If I am using it as a swear word then I guess I am swearing. But… only nerds like me who watch Battlestar Galactica would know that “frak” is a swear word. I wonder if “frak” will gain in popularity. Hell, if they’ve got Veronica Mars saying it…

I just saw the commercial for Flags of Our Fathers and it gave me the chills.  There are a lot of WWII films out there, but I think I will see this one.

In the weeks leading up to the birth of my son I don’t think I noticed what I looked like. I was on maternity leave from work and I didn’t really have activities planned. I was pretty much at home “resting”. I know that I looked at myself when I was getting ready in the morning but I don’t think my appearance ever registered. I pretty much made sure my face was clean, my hair was pulled back in a pony tail and my clothes matched. That’s it.

My son is 16 days old. Just a few minutes ago I was looking at myself in the mirror and I really saw myself for the first time in 2 months. Damn, do I look ragged! I’m supposed to be “resting” and I pretty much wear sweats during the day. My hair is still in the stinking pony tail. And boy, am I pale. Like, really pale. Like, Vampire Lestat pale. Other than doctor’s appointments and a short trip to the grocery/store, my skin has not seen the light of day.

I think I’ve lost some weight. My face looks thinner to me. Which I guess is good. My feet look so thin now. It’s strange to not see swollen pregnancy feet.

It’s going to be strange getting acquainted with myself. It’s like I’m not even me anymore.

I still can’t believe I’m a mom now. Every day I take care of my son it hits me that I’m a mom.  I haven’t blogged about my pregnancy or the birth of my son until now.
The peril of having a son… having him pee on me. *lol* His thing shoots out urine like a water gun and you can’t catch it all of the time.  Diaper changes have to be done cleanly and quickly.  Otherwise… you don’t know what he may hit. 

I have the greatest luck in the universe (please note that this was said in a sarcastic tone of voice). My lovely Apple PowerBook G4’s battery is among the 1.8 million batteries that are currently being recalled by Apple.

I just spent 45 minutes of my life on the phone waiting for an Apple Tech Support representative to help me because the darned Apple Battery Exchange Program website is taking too long to process. I guess all 1.8 million of us users are trying to access the website at the same time. Anyway, I did get a hold of an Apple representative on the phone and after giving all of my information (serial #’s, address, etc) the representative found out that the system is having problems and wouldn’t allow her to save my info. Great. She suggested that I try tomorrow (via phone - she gave me a case # or on the website).

I just have the greatest luck.

I used to be so addicted to blogging. I can’t believe that I haven’t made an entry since February 20th. I feel like I’ve been neglecting my poor little blog. This blog used to be my baby. *lol*

It’s not like I’ve run out of subjects to talk about. Hell, I’m a big complainer and can blog away my complaints. I know I’ve been busy at work and I’ve been tired lately. Did I mention my bed time is now between 9pm-10pm? Me? Asleep that early. Gah! Even I can’t believe it.

I remember that I started working on a new blog site design in February and it just fizzled. I feel like there’s something wrong with me because I’m not blogging. Isn’t that sad?

The thing about Grey’s Anatomy is that every show is a surprise.  No matter how often I search websites for spoilers on the show the producers of Grey’s Anatomy always seem to hold something back.  Like a big freaking surprise ending!

Last night’s episode was no different.  I totally did not expect that ending, damn them!  And wow, McSteamy definitely deserves that nickname.  Hot!  Now I can’t wait to see next week’s episode.
In a way, I’m kind of glad that I wasn’t able to find out about the last scene of this past Sunday’s episode.  I think that prior knowledge would have ruined that scene for me.  The wow factor was present.  Even my husband’s eyes became huge and he couldn’t believe it.