My period is due tomorrow. I took a pregnancy test today. It was negative.
I really thought that I might just get pregnant again straight away. The interweb is full of stories of such things happening. Its probably a myth but they say you are more fertile right after miscarriage. I almost felt excited this cycle.
Now I'm sad, sad, sad.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Maybe I'm allergic
I alway remembered Diana Galbaldon's heroine who was tragically parted from her husband for 20 years (mistakenly thinking he was dead). She finds evidence that perhaps he isn't dead after all and is telling a friend about how she is thinking of trying to find him. The friend asks to see her wedding ring and she takes it off and hands it over to him whereby he finds a line from a love poem written in latin inscribed on the inside. Now the hook in this story is the heroin didn't know about the inscription because from the moment the ring went on her finger she never took it off for 20 years.
I kind of wanted to be someone who took the ring off so seldom that it would get stuck on my finger. But such is not my life.
First of all I took the ring off when I had a shower because I didn't want it to get damaged by the soapy water. And I took it off when washing dishes and cleaning. Then I took it off when chopping onions because the acid could damage it. But then my finger started to look like this.
So now I take it off every night when I go to sleep. Its hard to be a romantic in the real world.
I kind of wanted to be someone who took the ring off so seldom that it would get stuck on my finger. But such is not my life.
First of all I took the ring off when I had a shower because I didn't want it to get damaged by the soapy water. And I took it off when washing dishes and cleaning. Then I took it off when chopping onions because the acid could damage it. But then my finger started to look like this.
So now I take it off every night when I go to sleep. Its hard to be a romantic in the real world.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Dodgy old friends
I am after my old friend by the last name H----- ,and you probabaly match the description. Update me on my present findings.Its been a while and I am quite eager to catch up on lost times Can you please contact me and ascertain my findings, wishing You HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Thank Terry Morris.
Okay, so the bad grammar and the fact they didn't mention my first name should probably have tipped me off. But hey, I was sent this through the Old Friends website. I figured the person had mistaken me for someone else and I politely emailed them back to tell them so. Whoops.
Turns out Terry wanted to contact me about, My Late Client Mr.Randolf H ... an oil merchant. Seems Unky Randolf put US$10.5 million into a European finance company and then died without any immediate family surviving. Terry searched high and low to find someone with the same last as his client and finally found me. Now he wants me to make a claim to the finance company to get the dough.
I feel and know that you will be able to make this claim successfully and as a result of this I do not want the Finance Company to be aware that I contacted you first in order to prevent them from going into much investigations on whom you actually are and that can put the success of this transaction on the line.
I want you to be rest assured that this is legal with no risk involved, since all the legal documents that gives you the right to make the claim is available. This is a deal I am offering you and I want you to know that it requires only a mature mind to understand all I am saying and I believe you are mature enough which is the reason I am going further.
I'm so flattered that Terry thinks I'm mature and so reassured that he isn't going to put me at risk. Can't wait to get my share of the 10 mil.
Okay, so the bad grammar and the fact they didn't mention my first name should probably have tipped me off. But hey, I was sent this through the Old Friends website. I figured the person had mistaken me for someone else and I politely emailed them back to tell them so. Whoops.
Turns out Terry wanted to contact me about, My Late Client Mr.Randolf H ... an oil merchant. Seems Unky Randolf put US$10.5 million into a European finance company and then died without any immediate family surviving. Terry searched high and low to find someone with the same last as his client and finally found me. Now he wants me to make a claim to the finance company to get the dough.
I feel and know that you will be able to make this claim successfully and as a result of this I do not want the Finance Company to be aware that I contacted you first in order to prevent them from going into much investigations on whom you actually are and that can put the success of this transaction on the line.
I want you to be rest assured that this is legal with no risk involved, since all the legal documents that gives you the right to make the claim is available. This is a deal I am offering you and I want you to know that it requires only a mature mind to understand all I am saying and I believe you are mature enough which is the reason I am going further.
I'm so flattered that Terry thinks I'm mature and so reassured that he isn't going to put me at risk. Can't wait to get my share of the 10 mil.
Someone sent me this
Nobody Knew You
Nobody knew you
" Sorry about the miscarriage dear, but you couldn't have been very far
along."
....existed.
Nobody knew you
" It's not as though you lost an actual person."
....were real
Nobody knew you
" Well it probably wasn't a viable fetus.
It's all for the best."
....were perfect.
Nobody knew you
" You can always have another!"
....were unique.
Nobody knew you
....but us.
And we will always remember
....You.
By Jan Cosby
Nobody knew you
" Sorry about the miscarriage dear, but you couldn't have been very far
along."
....existed.
Nobody knew you
" It's not as though you lost an actual person."
....were real
Nobody knew you
" Well it probably wasn't a viable fetus.
It's all for the best."
....were perfect.
Nobody knew you
" You can always have another!"
....were unique.
Nobody knew you
....but us.
And we will always remember
....You.
By Jan Cosby
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Nine out of ten people felt better when they didn't move to Featherston
L and I have had a dream for a couple of years now. The dream of moving to Featherston. For those of you unfamiliar with the area Featherston is a small South Wairarapa town in the lee of the Rimutaka Hills. It is only about this big.
It takes one hour to commute to Wellington from Wairarapa by either car or train and the drive over the hills is very narrow, windy and steep - literally a killer drive. For many years Featherston has been something of a joke - a hick town with ferocious wind and a few infamous child murders. While the Wellington property market boomed, people in Featherston couldn't sell their houses because no one wanted to buy them. When L and I talk about our dream it is not uncommon for people to react as if we had said "We're thinking about moving to Antartica."
The thing is that Featherston is changing. Has been for a while now. Property prices have almost doubled over the last two years. Wellington yuppies priced out of the market are moving in. A boutique Lighthouse Cinema has opened there. I think there may even be a delicatessen. It has begun the process of gentrifying like its sister towns, Greytown and Martinborough.
And Featherston is pretty. It is green and semi-rural and it has a small bush-clad hill running across its southern end and a vast blue sky. It has grown on me and the more I visit the more I find to like. In Featherston there is a street called Underhill Road, a classic hobbit name. In Featherston there is a fully functioning miniature railway that children can play on. And there is a community centre with yoga classes. And you can walk everywhere and people say hello to you on the streets. And best of all you can buy houses like this for $250,000.
And our dream in essence is about downshifting. L & I dream of working less or working in jobs that are more fulfilling but don't necessarily pay as much as the work we do now. (For example, I once looked at becoming a zookeeper, which I would LOVE but the pay range is about $25K - $35k.) And I don't want to have to work full time while we have preschool age children. In fact, I would like to have the option of us living on one income if one of us falls in love with being a full-time parent. Buying a house in Featherston could mean that our mortgage drops by 30-50%.
But it would be a big change and it would be scary. We sometimes go for months feeling luke warm about the idea and then it flares up again with great intensity. We can't sell our current place yet because it needs work done to it. But we keep dreaming .....
It takes one hour to commute to Wellington from Wairarapa by either car or train and the drive over the hills is very narrow, windy and steep - literally a killer drive. For many years Featherston has been something of a joke - a hick town with ferocious wind and a few infamous child murders. While the Wellington property market boomed, people in Featherston couldn't sell their houses because no one wanted to buy them. When L and I talk about our dream it is not uncommon for people to react as if we had said "We're thinking about moving to Antartica."
The thing is that Featherston is changing. Has been for a while now. Property prices have almost doubled over the last two years. Wellington yuppies priced out of the market are moving in. A boutique Lighthouse Cinema has opened there. I think there may even be a delicatessen. It has begun the process of gentrifying like its sister towns, Greytown and Martinborough.
And Featherston is pretty. It is green and semi-rural and it has a small bush-clad hill running across its southern end and a vast blue sky. It has grown on me and the more I visit the more I find to like. In Featherston there is a street called Underhill Road, a classic hobbit name. In Featherston there is a fully functioning miniature railway that children can play on. And there is a community centre with yoga classes. And you can walk everywhere and people say hello to you on the streets. And best of all you can buy houses like this for $250,000.
And our dream in essence is about downshifting. L & I dream of working less or working in jobs that are more fulfilling but don't necessarily pay as much as the work we do now. (For example, I once looked at becoming a zookeeper, which I would LOVE but the pay range is about $25K - $35k.) And I don't want to have to work full time while we have preschool age children. In fact, I would like to have the option of us living on one income if one of us falls in love with being a full-time parent. Buying a house in Featherston could mean that our mortgage drops by 30-50%.
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