A Wham-Bam Synopsis of the Past Two Months with Some Amateur Poetry

Okay, so through one or another alternate means of communication, we all probably already know the major points of what we've been up to this summer. But I'm putting it here for posterity's sake anyway. And I'm rhyming it to entertain myself. Sooooo:

DC weekend:

The old school triangle reunited in June,

Maria, Pantas and Ferret thought it none too soon.

Some BBQ, beer, and watermelon not bad,

Were eaten and drunken and good times were had.

We walked to the mighty Potomac, twas nigh,

We forded a river and pissed off an old guy.

The boys both passed muster and were both really funny,

The young one had many compliments for our Connie.

The other one knew a whole lot about Porsches,

And to boot he is smart and was in the Armed Forces.

Boston weekend:

It was a roommate reunion for this later trip,

Belsa flew in and the Nejes took a land ship.

We saw lots of sights and felt one with the history,

How Pantas got her sweet place is a mystery.

We lay in the park and I longed for the ducks,

We rode the train with one of the typical Bahstan fucks.

We walked and we quacked and we walked even more,

We had drinks in the sun for an hour...or four.

We looked at Cheers's outside, but didn't go in,

And sadly we parted, when our trip was fin.

Further musings:

A-Mae should post and announce baby's sex,

And in a few weeks she should post about Mex-

(ico.)

 Katie owes updates on the land of the Port,

What are you up to holed up in your fort?

Belsa must tell us of school and of life,

And if she doesn't soon I'll cut her with a knife.

Nej has news too, and exciting new plans,

I may post a picture that shows off her cans.

And I'm off to travel, my first time abroad,

To France and to Italy, I hope to be awed.

I'll post some pictures upon my return,

Til then my lurvlies, dammit it's your turn! 

Hello (echo)

I just knew I was going to have hours of catching up to do. Where is everyone?

Well I am back to work. Yes, 4 months pregnant at a new job. Thank goodness I already know how to do what I do.

Dana is getting big. He is in daycare full time and loving it. Me too!! He says "Hey Dada" and blows raspberries at me.

Thursday I have my 3rd Ob appointment so maybe we will get an ultrasound and find out what we are having. I still haven't gotten of the fence on whether I want a boy or girl. I will be happy either way.

Well this is short because I am tired, so somebody else blog please.

A-mae

She lives underground...

Hello, all.

I do, contrary to popular opinion, exist. I just wanted to give a great big blog shout-out to you all. Thanks for letting me peer, ever so slightly, into your lives.

Now here's a little smidgen about me.

Today: not raining. Sweet! Rode my 74 Schwinn Le Tour to the Mt. Tabor Park, hopin to catch a glimpse of Mt. Hood from the top. Sat in a big field of dandelions, but the gnats were running their bodies into my face. Left. Went down the hill to sit with the Oregon Grape shrub, trying to get to know her better. Climbed up another hill, laid against a tree. Got up...DANG, I was all sticky with sap on my caboose! Rode home (stuck to the seat).

So, that is today, anyway. Why all the plant talk, you ask? Well, I just began a school of herbalism out here in the Great Northwest, and it is super cool. I was telling my mom that I foresee myself, one fine day, as having way too many cats to go along with my innumerable jars of "concoctions." She said, "My little Wiccan...do you have any eye of newt?" Then we both laughed. Mwa-ha-ha!

Oh, and that's me inside a tunnel out at the coast. I like this picture. It's like my stereotypical near-death-experience portrait, or my shamanic entry into the underworld. All around cool.

Katie

Good News

November 28, 2008 is the expected arrival of the second child to the Sapp Family. Yep!!! We're pregnant. I pray that we are blessed with another angel.

Here's our blob!!

Adventures in Subwaying

Well, I finally have a story to share...

So, I went to get on the train yesterday after work and it took awhile for a Queens-bound train to show up. The one that finally did come was packed with people, but I managed to squeeze in as the last person smushed up against the doors on one of the cars. This was a super-crowded car where every single person is pushed up against at least three other people and there’s not any wiggle room and with every lurch of the train car, everybody leans one way, and then back the other.

Well, there’s this older guy standing kind of in front of me on my left and as the train was rocking, I was thinking, hmm, what has this guy got in his pocket that keeps hitting my leg? It felt like something was poking my thigh. What could it be? A belt buckle? A cell phone? You never know. People are always hitting you with their bags and stuff on the train.

As we neared the station, it was poking me more and more to the point where it was like, it feels like he is almost intentionally rubbing whatever it is on me. Like, I know the train is crowded, but you are pressing on me a little too rhythmically. And, as it turns out, gyratingly. Anyway, we pull into the station, the doors open, I step back, and yup: He has a giant boner and has been poking me with it, as I can only assume, on purpose. EW!

I didn’t know what to do, and am not good with public confrontations, especially since I am always naively giving people the benefit of the doubt. So I just shifted position so he couldn’t touch me anymore. By the time I had convinced myself that it was probably not an accident, an unfortunately-shaped colostomy bag or an innocent "so crowded I had to hump your leg" king of thing, he had gotten off. The train, that is. Then again, he may have gotten off in the other way also.

In retrospect I definitely wish I had just gone with my instinct and said, “To hell with the crowded train, stop touching me!” Really loud. And then punched him in the wiener. But alas, I didn’t. I feel icky.

Moral of the story: Wait for the next train.

Guessing Game

Where was I last week?

Wanting It All

Good news for me, ladies! Wanting it all in the search for a mate doesn't mean you're shallow, spoiled and ultimately unrealistic.

It just means you're really attractive...

Previous researchers argued that what women value depended on the type of relationship they were looking for. Women looking for long-term partners want someone who will be a good provider for them and their children, but women seeking short-term flings care more about masculinity and physical attractiveness, features that may be passed down to children.

Buss and Todd Shackelford, psychology professor at Florida Atlantic University, found women ideally want partners who have all the characteristics they desire, but they will calibrate their standards based on their own desirability.

“When reviewing the qualities they desire in romantic partners, women gauge what they can get based on what they got,” Buss said. “And women who are considered physically attractive maintain high standards for prospective partners across a variety of characteristics.”

So, if any of us ends up 45 and single, it's just because we're so damn hawt. Keep it in mind. It's science! Hee.