Just yuck... I'm pretty sure I need to go clean out my computer's memory cache now.
I couldn't close the browser quickly enough (and I'm being quite a bit more careful when I check out which blogs are leading to my site!).
And then came an email from a perfectly nice woman asking me to review a product that I can promise I would not be caught dead writing about.
But that's not the worst of it. I can handle disgusting sites somehow spam linking to me. I can handle overzealous marketing reps who see a site with the word "woman" in the title, think quickly, "vocation, what's that? Oh well it's a site for women! It must be a good fit!" and then send out a wildly inappropriate suggestion for a product review.
Yet the emails I've been receiving from The League of Conversation Voters, gush over Obama until I feel slightly nauseous (you see, I actually read their first two emails because I scanned the title quickly and thought it said "League of Conservative Voters"). They seem pretty certain that Obama is a super hero and would like me to answer survey questions with choices that sound like this: "Are you voting for Obama, who has done more than any other man on earth to combat the evils of pollution?" or "Are you voting for the dastardly duo of Romney and Ryan, who worship Big Oil and plan on destroying our world during their first term in office?"
Those examples are only very slight exaggerations. I've picked option B, but that's not even much fun since they then send you to another site gushing about Obama's genius.
I guess I'll have to start hitting spam every time I see their name in my inbox. The emails are too pathetic to be amusing.
And I wondered if the general publics' view of the world has become so warped that they really see a strong connection between pregnancy and drowning. I mean is that the link we really see: If you don't wear a lifejacket you could drown and if you don't use contraception you could become pregnant.
Um... yeah. In a moment of heroic self control I managed not to comment. Barely.
My favorite was when we were coming in to our motel in North Dakota and the Garmin told us to turn left four times. Suddenly Sadie's little voice came from the back seat: "That Woman! She's bossing us!" I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a serious little face and her arms crossed across her chest. When she saw my eyes in the rearview mirror she started to crack up.
In Minnesota we saw a field full of bison. Sadie immediately began to fret. After five minutes I finally got her to spill the cause of her worries: "Mommy, please don't make me ride a buffalo to Montana!" I'm still not really sure where that idea came from.
And then there was the comment when I pointed out Painted Canyon State Park (or something like that, I'm apparently to exhausted to even google right now, which may be why this post is so rambly) and she said: "It looks like potatoes."
Yup. 1600 miles. Let me say that they did not pass quickly, even with occasional moments of cuteness.
Now let me say that the part of Chicago I'd just driven through was probably one of the worst examples of how awesome our nation is supposedly doing, that I've seen during out 24 state run, outside of certain parts of New Orleans that we passed through on our drive westward.
Or maybe it's the fact that the day the beautiful home across the street from us sold for $17,000, another "Sale" sign went up down the street (and in our area that means foreclosure). And there's a foreclosure on our cross street. And on the street that backs up to our house. And then there's the ever growing list of foreclosures that I'm emailed every single day.
From where I'm standing it certainly doesn't look like things are "getting better." And I'm wondering if the "blame Bush" rhetoric would work for a second term.
There were a couple terrifying drivers zooming through Wisconsin... unfortunately they both has very familiar looking white and blue plates...
Amazingly my baby bump isn't the body part that is causing the "squeezed" verb in the sentence above (as opposed to a much more flattering sentence like: "I slipped into my bridesmaid dress"). The problem is my rib cage. It's apparently expanded to make room for my squished lungs (I just read about that in a pregnancy update!). And the dress doesn't quite leave room for inhaling and exhaling with a pregnancy expanded rib cage.
As long as I don't faint at any point on Saturday, it will be okay.
I've reached that point in pregnancy when, after eating three bites of foods, I'm incredibly full.
Unfortunately I've also reached the point where random strangers ask "how much longer" and then allow their mouths to fall open when they hear the words: "about two months."
Yet it's totally understandable because I'm shocked that we have that long left too. I am gigantic right now. I'm seriously beginning to wonder if we're going to break the 10 lbs mark this time (last two were 9 lbs 4 oz and 9 lbs 1 oz).
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