We finished our decorations - they're pretty b*tchin'. It rained on our ghost, so the black magic marker face ran a little bit and ended up looking even better. The spiders are riding bicycles full of baskets of pumpkins.
Palisade had Feast in the Streets this weekend. Our neighbor, Ron's (also known as Captain Ron the painter) band, "Simmer Down" played in the plaza and there was food, vino, Bloody Mary's, lemonade/limeade, homemade goat cheeses, the remains of the fall produce, and Turkey Dinner $6.00! In Boulder, at 14th Street Bar and Grill they sell turkey dinners for $14 but today we ate a HUGE portion of smoked turkey, stuffing, gravy and homemade cranberry salad with strawberries for six dollars? I think he could have doubled his price and still sold out. I'm a sucker for anything with gravy. mmm.
I was feeling like I might be starting to go into labor, but since I sat down for a second, I don't think so. I just needed a rest! Sheesh! I feel so good and have so much energy that its hard to slow down. Plus, I don't exactly want my home to be a trashy mess when the baby arrives . . . what would the baby think? "Oh great - this is my slobby home? Greeaaat." Right - as if it matters to the baby, right? He/She won't mind if the playroom is a mess and there's clean laundry in baskets all over the bedroom.
Andrew is totally fed up with the chickens. Although we still don't have our new closet doors up, house isn't trimmed out, there are still three boxes left to unpack, spice rack isn't painted and hung, pictures still need hung, paint needs patching, bathroom needs paint, what do I want him to work on? The chicken coop . . . Poor Andrew thought he'd married a city girl or something, but why did I marry Andrew? Because he was a farm boy, that's why! He was even in FFA (Future Farmers of America - ala Napoleon Dynamite.) I have me a real farm boy. Unfortunately, he wanted to leave the farm behind him, so he's less than thrilled with my farming enthusiasm. He even had a nightmare that he divorced me because while pregnant, I bought 40 milking goats and he knew that once the baby came, the milking would default to him and so he was like, "I work 10 and 12 hour days! I can't get up and milk goats at 4am! I hate goats! I'm leaving you!" It is true that he hates goats, too. He can't stand goat cheese and detects even the slightest hint of it if I try and sneak it into my cooking. He thinks it tastes like hair. So knowing that he hates goats so much, I would never buy 40 milking goats. Now FOUR milking goats . . . now that's another story . . . ha!
My due date is the 30th, so I feel like I should be pregnant for at least another week. I read today about how even ultrasound due dates can be as much as two weeks off, due to the fact that different women gestate (and do everything else) at different rates, right? So I like the idea that I could be pregnant for another week or so. My Doula came down with a nasty cold/walking pnemonia/sinus infection and so I'm not sure I'll call her if I do go into labor, unless she's 100% better. Which is a bummer, because I was TOTALLY looking forward to the calming presence of a hynobirthing doula.
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