The Shooter Who Cried Wolf

Big shocker: there's been another shooting. A guy shot and killed eight people and wounded three others in a North Carolina nursing home this past weekend.

Am I going to be the one to say it? Come on. Haven't all you psychos out there realized that after Columbine and Virginia Tech a plain old shooting really just doesn't cut it any more. You've got to be a little more dramatic than this to get our attention.

Plus: has it occurred to anyone else that Bush and his ilk had it all wrong. We don't need to worry about terrorists: we're perfectly capable of offing ourselves, thank you very much.

He's So Easy

When MAS was in the NICU Rodor tried hard to be extra nice to me.

Case in point:

Rod: Hey you smell so nice.
Me: Really? (Perplexed because I hadn't put perfume on in months...)
Rod: What is that? Soap?
Me: Yeah, sweetie. It's soap. Dove I think. (Despite the inanity, still feeling pretty special that he noticed my scent at all...)

A lot has happened since my last post.

I had the baby at 28 weeks. He stayed in the NICU for 9.5 weeks.

I brought him home end of January and he's thriving.

How someone could be born at 7 months and have no real health consequences is beyond me, but there you go: life is weird.

I've of course taken a humongous blogging break but am poised to return.

Stay tuned!