You know those news teasers that pop up in between commercials and TV shows? The ones where they give you just a little blip on something shocking to try and get you to tune in later. I love the ones that are ‘life and death’ situations, and even THEN they don’t give you the information. You have to “tune in at 11pm” to find out.
“A popular cereal just found to contain poison. Is it the cereal in YOUR cupboard? Tune in at 11 and find out.“
Oh GREAT. Now I have to watch the news tonight otherwise I won’t know whether or not I can eat my bowl of cereal in the morning! And what about the guy who’s actually eating a bowl of cereal WHILE the news teaser comes on? What’s HE supposed to do now?
The other night there were two sad, hilarious news teasers on ABC here in Los Angeles. One showed a woman pole dancing in a skimpy outfit with the voice over, “Pole dancing, an Olympic sport? A move to make it happen at 11.” and next was “Osama Bin Laden. Porn lover? Weapons weren’t the only thing he was hiding. At 11.”
First of all, WHO CARES? Second, THIS is what works to get people to tune in? I’m scared, saddened, disappointed and give up hope for mankind. Third, IT’S OSAMA BIN F-ING LADEN! Yes, of course he was into porn. I could have told you that. How are either of these news stories? I already don’t watch the news, but now I really, REALLY won’t watch the news. If that’s possible. To watch the news less than never.
I’ll stick to Jon Stewart, The Colbert Report and SNL’s Weekend Update, thank you very much.
My doctor assures me all these things are normal, but my arthritic feeling hands remind me of my inner 80 year old man. And the fluctuating hormones that have me crying at the drop of a hat over nothing make me feel like a woman. That watches Lifetime movies. Alone. While eating ice cream. Crying. About what somone said to me in the elevator after work.
The Dr. had told us his poop might be “liquid, loud, small, large, foamy, leaky, non-existent or explosive. And all are normal.”
Of course on our first night home, we’d forgotten that he’d told us that and we were frightened by the 4 large, black, explosive poops in the middle of the night. Frightened not only for Max and his health but WAS THIS REALLY OUR NEW LIFE? Was this REALLY how our nights would be spent from now on?
I mean yes, we’d been told we’d change a lot of diapers and have sleepless nights, but no one mentioned he’d poop his own body weight in one night! Three outfits and several pads were covered in poop before the sun came up and we were exhausted!
Thank goodness this only happened on the first night. I was worried we’d have to put him to bed in his baby tub at night and just run in and hose him down every hour.
Now, he sleeps so well at night that we have to wake HIM up to feed. Knock on wood – I hope it lasts. I’m actually getting more sleep now than I did those last few months of pregnancy.
This photo was Joe’s idea. After all those weeks of following the progression of Max inside my belly, he wanted to photograph Max on the outside of my belly. It’s so trippy to think this little guy was inside of me just 12 days before this photo was taken. See Week 39
