Crazy crooked eye

Well, I've kind of been sucking with the blogging. It seems like since I've been pregnant, my creativity has flown the coop. This is mostly just cause I'm tired and headachy a lot of the time. I'm heading for a massage this week that I'm hoping will help. I also have some pictures to scan for some good feminist ranting but my scanner is busted at the moment so they are back logging, waiting to be released into the world, enhanced by the genius of my analysis!

In the meantime, I have been watching the May sweeps. And what a sweeps it has not been. My regular shows got so sucky, I stopped tuning into them several weeks before they actually ended. And the soaps! So bad! In part, I think this is partly because I've largely stopped watching soap operas and so when I catch them once every couple of weeks, I'm not very invested. But even still, they've been horrible. I can't believe how boring a sweeps month it is. A couple of my shows had good endings, mostly because of awesome romantic subplots coming to fruition. Gilmore Girls, which has had the worst season ever (read in Comic Book Guy voice) redeemed itself by Lorelei hooking up with Christopher at the very end. And the Office, which has rocked all season, also ended with a good romantic hook-up between Jim and Pam. Oh and Veronica and Logan finally figured it out on Veronica Mars. I guess I should have put a spoiler warning on this but oh well.

The worst of the worst thought, had to be the "series finale" (apparently the series isn't actually ending) of 7th Heaven. Now I hear what you're saying. If I'm going to watch 7th Heaven, I have to expect a great deal of suckage and cheesiness. But honestly, all of the married kids all being pregnant and all having twins? Vomitous. Seriously. It was impressive that they got Jessica Biel to come back though. I had thought she was all Shannon Doherty and would never set foot on the set again. But given how her movie career has failed to flourish, she really can't afford to say no. Besides, she never had that Doherty edge to her. Not cold crazy enough. Shannon Doherty, man, she'll cut you.

Falcons triumphant!!!

So yesterday, my sisters and I completed our yearly good deed - the Bell Walk for Kids in support of Kids Help Phone. This year I kicked ass by raising the most money (thanks Theresa, Mae, and Cor!) and got a gift t-shirt as a reward. But let me tell you, we worked for our sponsored dollars this year. Due to poor signage we, and half of the other walkers, completely missed the 2.5 km checkpoint where we were supposed to turn around for the 5 km charity WALK and walked all the way to the 5km checkpoint that the 10 km RUNNERS use. 10k! I would feel bad for myself but others were doing it hauling wagons of kids or wearing babies on their backs. Fortunately, it was a beautiful day and I had good company (after all, the Falcons is the team for people who are cool), so it was an enjoyable walk anyway.

And fortunately, my first trimester fatigue is well and truly passed. Three or four weeks ago, I wouldn't have been able to walk 2km without lying down for a long nap in the dirt. However, yesterday I was able to troop like a champ. Though my butt did get sore. It's been an interesting part of pregnancy that my hips and side butt muscles tire out much more quickly than before. By the 9th k, my butt was aching. But I persevered, such is my dedication to the children. Other, non-pregnant people, turned around before hitting the checkpoint. Not so dedicated....

And this year, the organizers figured out the treat situation. Last year, they didn't have enough treats so only the first third of the walkers got incentive mini chocolate bars en route. This year, lest my team be disappointed, I took it upon myself to bring a secret stash of treats that I would surprise my sisters with when the Bell Walk came up short. Alas, they did not come up short. There were piles and piles of left over treats. I didn't need any of my extra treats, so now they're just sitting around my house like the day after Halloween, taunting me with their chocolatey goodness.

My teammates also kicked ass, despite the fact that Jill did not dress properly for such a strenuous athletic event and lacked a backpack of the proper size. They set a brisk stride and were not deterred by the extra kms. Kelly suffered through with a blister that set in by the 2nd k and braved very scary porta-potties. Despite these hardships, she enjoyed it so much that she announced her desire to walk a half-marathon. I however, will not be joining her. If I walked more than 20 km right now, I think my butt would seize entirely, leaving me to pull myself along the ground with my hands, dragging my frozen lower half along behind me. And that just can't be good for the baby. :)