Stories of life. About everything and nothing; as told by a Chamolinaole on Saipan.
The good news: Because my scale sucks, I actually weigh 8 pounds less than I thought I did.
The bad news: Because I gained so much weight with my last pregnancy and haven’t lost as much as I should have, I have to try to only gain around 15 pounds this time.
The odd news: I might be farther along in the pregnancy than I thought I was. We’ll find out the truth next week during the ultrasound.
So there’s a whole lot of betel nut in the house right now.
Me: Do you want a brother or sister? There’s a baby in mommy’s belly….You’re going to have a baby brother or sister.
Katelyn: Mikey [her older cousin]
Me: Yeah, like Mikey and Mele and Maui….There’s a baby in mommy’s belly.
Katelyn: [touching my belly] Pugua? Pugua?
Well, at this point, the baby is the size of a betel nut.
(So, yeah, it’s the red one and it’s 10 for $1, just incase you want to buy….)
You’re on Notice!
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I didn’t know you used to report for KMCV7 news! Every Friday they do a segment called Flashback Friday where they show an old news story. And last Friday they showed you!! 
It can be very draining to work full-time, have a daughter who’s full of energy, still be nursing Katelyn, and be growing a new baby all at the same time. Yep, that’s right, mapotgi yo – I’m buntis, if you will. In plain old English – I’m pregnant.
So…sorry I haven’t been able to stay awake lately to post or read other blogs. By the time I get Katelyn to sleep, I’m out too. I’m amazed that I’m not falling asleep as I type this. Maybe it’s because the nausea wasn’t so bad today. I just hope I can stay up long enough tomorrow night to watch the premier of Laguna Beach season 3.
Well, I’m not really sure about this, my dates might be off, but babycenter.com says that I’m due on April 2nd and that I’m 7 weeks along. So Katelyn and her new sibling will be about 2 years apart. I think it’s just perfect.
All afternoon I was planning to post about receiving my TI BAII Plus Professional calculator in the mail today – which is practically glued to my hands. But it just doesn’t seem all that important now (can you believe it?). James and I were watching the ABC special “Medical Mysteries” and it was really interesting. We got to the part about the kid with Progeria (a disease that makes you age much more rapidly than normal) and they told us that they found the cause – and *BAM* it reverts to the earlier program, the earlier program that I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE. And then it cuts to commercial and tells me that Medical Mysteries, a two-hour special, will be on at 9. What?? My clock said it was 9! Laaania dai!
You know, I didn’t mind when MCV was showing programming that was exactly one week late. I’m used to it. I understood how it worked. But what now? Now I don’t know what’s going on. The program timimg is all messed up. Channel 33 is no longer UPN, it’s Spike TV and so far, all the shows I’ve seen on 33 suck. And now there are a billion Guam commercials invading my regular commercial air time. Yes, it does bother me that much. I like commercials. They can be funnier than the shows they interrupt – unless you’re watching Arrested Development – which is no longer on the air – ahhhh!
Let me calm down by returning to my calculator. So I got my calculator in the mail today. Amazing. (Walmart, you’re not so bad. I guess I’ll just stay away at Christmas time.) So I was going to take a picture of my old calculator and Katelyn holding it to her ear like a phone while saying “hello?”, and then take a picture of my shiney new calculator and let you gaze at it with envious eyes. But alas my camera is broken. Aiii…
I guess I better go to sleep before I bore you any more and continue to post about things that make me sad/mad.
Good night. And have a pleasant tomorrow.
And then I had this running through my head all day (starts out sounding like Ricky Martin’s She Bangs):
“Kebang’s, kebang’s. Oh baby she kaboom’s kaboom’s….well, she looks like a flower, but she SHUT UP!!!!”
Sheesh, I get mad at myself outloud and I now I do it silently too.
If you are exposed to leaking freon, you may experience dizziness, nausea, and headaches. Trust me I know, but I’m assuming it was only mild exposure – unlike this poor dude. (BTW, it wasn’t a home aircon that was leaking.)
Cousin: My son asked me, “dad, what if I have 4 kids with three different girls before I get married?” What? It was 4 kids with 3 girls…and then he said, “what about you and mom, you had me before you were married.”
My mom: Ha ha ha, toka hao, you just shot yourself.
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James: Would you go make me some Tang?
Me: Please, please…can you make it yourself?
James: But I can’t. I’m not wearing any pants.
Me: So put your pants on.
James: But I don’t know how to make Tang.
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What a kine? The kind that’s funny at the time.
My friend told me that as a result of Saturday’s 10-hour power outage, her microwave and one of her computers are fried.
My camera no longer works – some sort of lens error…but, unfortunately, I can’t blame it on the power outage. I’m pretty sure there is a direct correlation between its inoperability and my daughter’s love of turning it on while holding the lens so it won’t fully open and extend. So I’m thinking of getting one of these. Hopefully, I can save enough for it in the next month or so.
Until then, I’ll just suffer every time I see an opportunity to take a shameless self-portrait.
What is this stuff?
What is she, nuts?
Deece’s Own Picture Poetry…special thanks to Donna. Cause I’m using her phrase in the title.
I just made a purchase from Walmart.com. I think I’m going to puke. I’m so upset that I gave in. But when your options are limited because you live on Saipan, sometimes there’s nothing else you can do…
Please don’t screw me over again Walmart.
And now, on a happier note, if you buy a Corolla you can get a free laptop. So if you live on Saipan and you want a free laptop – head over to Microl and buy a Corolla.
“So you used to be taller? What happened?” Pressure. Pressure to be thin, pressure to drink and do drugs. Pressure to be cool with everyone and not have a problem with anyone…pressure happened.
“What are you going to do now?” I don’t know. But this isn’t working.
The aircon is at 72 degrees. My daughter keeps kicking off the covers and my husband is complaining that it’s hot. But my feet are nearly frozen.
Winter in LA is really mild – but it’s too cold for me. And a warm day in Saipan is just too warm. I guess I’ll never really be happy until I’m in Heaven.
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