My best friend from high school just sent me a message through Myspace. I am beyond ecstatic, as it's been nigh on ten years since I heard from her.

This right here would be why I have a Myspace...because even though I do all my blogging over here, I knew there was always a chance that someone would look for me elsewhere. *grin*

OMG, Dee! *happy chair dance*

Just got home from seeing Eddie Izzard at the Paramount Theater. Oh my goodness, that was beyond fabulous - I can now die a happy girl.

In a rampant fit of sweet-tea induced insomnia last night, I decided to start an LJ for Max. For the past year, I've simply been posting entries about Max here, which is all well and good, but because it was directly attached to my personal livejournal, I never really felt comfortable sending the link out to much of anybody. It's not because I really have anything that I'd be embarrassed to have, say, my mothers-in-law read, but because it's one thing to have someone like that find your livejournal, and another thing entirely to go about encouraging them to read it, y'know?

As a result, hobbit_max was born! I'm in the process of copying some of the entries from this journal over to that one, but because it involves back and forth logging in between accounts, it's kind of slow. I'm not going to remove anything from this journal, and I'll probably still post content here once in awhile (I'm fully aware that most of my stuff lately has been about Max!), so don't worry about me disappearing, just yet. *grin*

One other thing: because I want to keep hobbit_max as child-safe as possible, when people friend that journal, I won't be friending back. It's nothing personal, but for now, there isn't really much point, since I'm not planning on making friends only posts, and this way, I won't have to worry about something questionable showing up on his friends page. If the journal is still around when Max is old enough to care about it, we'll evaluate changing the "no friending" policy, but for now, I think this is the best way to do it.

So yeah. Go forth and add hobbit_max! *grin*

Hard to believe that a year ago today, my entire world changed. Seems like only yesterday I was anxiously awaiting the birth of the Hobbit, and now...well, he's a year old today!






Happy birthday, Maxwell!

I really, really, really, really hate when people use the phrase "li'l fartknocker". +10 hate when they spell it "lil fartnocker".

And +1 billion hate when they use it to describe their 11 month old daughter. I'm all for having cutesy pet names, and am even okay with you referring to your kid with silly, possibly insulting monikers like "li'l brat" or "li'l rugrat" (hell, I was my mom's little sweet potato for ages!), but DUDE...FARTKNOCKER?

That's right up there with "dick splash" on the list of words and phrases that annoy the piss out of me.

/rant

So, am home, am sore (although nowhere near where I was after the c-section with Max), and am going to go take another nap.

Everything went well, and the doctor gave me some delightful pain meds, which appear to just have kicked in again after the second dose.

I go boom now.

After informing you guys about my gall bladder issues, I never did give you an update regarding surgery. Well, that is scheduled for tomorrow, so I'm probably going to be incommunicado for the next little while.

Surgery is at 9AM tomorrow, and is scheduled to take about an hour and 45 minutes, give or take. I'm supposed to be able to go home later the same day, but I have no idea how soon before I'll be feeling up to making an "I'm home and recovering" post. If my bounce-back time is anything like when I had Max, expect to hear from me by Sunday. *grin*

Also, I just want to take a moment to be impressed with the responses to my previous post. I always enjoy reading thoughtful, insightful postings, and you all brought it and presented it to me on a silver platter. ;)

So, I originally started this as a response to a portion of a post in someone else's LJ*, but after writing it all up, I realized it would be better posted as an entry of its own over here.

The relevent snippet from the original post: Just 'cause all the women you know say you're not a sexist doesn't mean you're not a sexist.

My response: If all the people in your demographic say something, would it then be true, for that demographic?

Put another way, if all the women you know say you aren't sexist, then does that mean that in the confines of that group (and, I reiterate, only in the confines of that group), you truly aren't sexist? At what point and to what extent is a group able to define what's right and wrong for itself? *ponders*

Not saying that I in any way condone what happened**, but I do wonder at what point people started getting all riled up about this. Was it the fact it involved boobs? That it was in a public place? That it involved women? That it involved men? That it involved women AND men? That it involved strangers? At what point did this go from being unconventional to deplorable?

I guess my main problem with most of the discussions I've seen about this is that they all seem to hinge on the "OMG, how dare you take advantage of some poor innocent female's body - I would never want that to happen to me/my girlfriend/my daughter/my next door neighbor's cat", and yet it seems to me that those same people are completely ignoring the fact that the "poor innocent female" may actually have been fine with it. In that case, why the hell do they care what went on?

I say, live and let live. But don't grope uninvited - that's just tacky. And for the record, if you want to cop a feel, you have to ask my husband, since he's the one who would be upset. ;)

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*I haven't named names here, because while the original post spurred me to write, my response ended up not really being a reply, and I don't want anyone to think that I'm directing this at them specifically. If you are the author of the quote I posted (and you'll know who you are! *grin*) and you want your name and/or a link to your post added in, just say the word, and I'll do so! :) Just trying to nip any potential drama in the bud.

**For those of you who missed the original wank, here is the post heard 'round the world.

Tonight, Max experienced his first ballgame! I took him to see the
Round Rock Express with the ever fabulous jennet and tishy, and while he didn't make it all the way through the game (we had to leave once he started crying during the 8th inning), he did behave remarkably well for the majority of it.

He even has a little mini baseball souvenir from the game - as we were going in, there were ladies from one of the local banks handing out the toys to all the young kids going in. Woo hoo!

Sitting on Jennet's lap