Complain, complain, complain

A laundry list of complaints and rants:

• Diane Keaton. Quit phoning it in. Mad Money, Family Stone, Because I Said So. All these movies reek. I have always liked you but now...it's kind of embarrassing. Look, you've got cred, you've got some great classics under your belt, pull a Sarandon and take selective roles. I know some people have never liked you: that's their lost. Kay and JC Wiatt are begging to be seen again, not to mention Annie Hall.
• Cougars. Give it a rest. It's creepy, and not because you are older women, but because you are not using your power AS an older woman to make a positive image of an older women. Cougar power is ridiculous and the equivalent of those disgusting sugar daddy figures that you undoubtedly hate. The only great thing out of this movement: Cougar Den skit from SNL. Watch out for the overacting of Cameron Diaz though *shudder*
• What do you call a young guy dating an older woman?? Just another instance of a double standard since girls going with older men are called gold diggers but we don't have a name for these young men. Except mimbo but that's not that great.
• Not getting stressed out when pregnant. Every book/magazine/pamphlet talks about taking it easy while pregnant. I agree but in order for me to be stress-free, I need to not work or drive. Seriously: I get a little pissed when in traffic, mostly because people are making stupid decisions like cutting me off. Yesterday I got so mad, I had to turn off the radio and have a conversation with my baby apologizing for my behavior and any undue stress it might have caused him. I felt better after talking it out and I'm going to try to make an effort not to get stressed. But I know I'm going to be stressed. It could be a lot worse and most of the time I think that the stress the books are talking about is situational (i.e. don't know where you will live kind of constant stress).

Not everything is worthy of a complaint. Some positives: it rained today, I appear healthy, Mr. Wonderful is healthy, work has given me the opportunity to blog more, I'm eating YoCrunch, I'm hanging out with the ladies this weekend, and today is going by sorta fast. Huzzah!

****ACK! I just Googled "cougar women" to get a pic for my pic of the day and I got this website. ACKACKACK***

Pics of the day: Cougar vs. Sugar Daddy

VERSUS

Server watch!

Ah, day two of our server being down which means no website (for us, we can access other websites praise Jebus), no posting to the Internet, and lots of phone calls saying "I can't get into your website." Luckily the people calling have been nice and understanding. We also had to power down every network connected thing last night because of a total power failure. Welcome to the land of renovation!!! At least it's started...

I had a horrible dream last night. Well, in the dream I was having fun but I look back at it now in horror. I dreamt that I was in Paris...maybe....some foreign place that was pretty cool. Oh! It was Italy. Anyway, I was discussing with my travelers plans for the next day. I wanted to wing it and roam around, they wanted to stay inside and do something. Perhaps go to some Mexican restaurant chain that was from America. The important thing about the dream was that I was drinking, while pregnant!! That's horrific to me because I would never do that in real life. I wasn't just drinking a glass of wine, I had two mixed drinks and a very heavy on the vodka (it was a dream) margarita. At the table, this girl gave me a very disapproving look. I told her that I had drank the same combination of drinks the night before and I could totally handle it. She started talking about Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and I gave her a slurred speech about how "alcohol affects every baby differently so even one sip could hurt the baby but I was o.k. because I could handle it" or some such nonsense. She still gave me the evil eye so I told her that I didn't need these drinks and I could put them down whenever I wanted. I asked her if she wanted me to and she said yes. So I stopped.

How stupid is that?? I realized this morning when I was recounting a story about the drunk people on our trip back from Russia that I had a dream about drinking. URGH!