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Why do you drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?
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Friday, June 07, 2002
It's Baby Fever
I don't know what they are putting in the water but it seems like everyone is having babies.Not only are there about a billion prego's at work I have 4 cousins and my sister who are pregnant. I'm not even going to mention My Biological Clock. It's funny, but when my sister told me she was pregnant I just assumed she was having a girl. On my recent trip to Dublin I bought her a christening bonnet for the baby that you are supposed to keep and can be turned into a handkercheif when she grows up and gets married. I never considered the fact that she might have a boy. The thought is almost inconceivable. In addition, I don't think that the useless waste of space (otherwise know as her husband) has enough testosterone in his body to produce a male child. I guess I just associate my sisters personality with the type of child she would have. She likes dressing up and frilly things and hates sports (other than golf) and getting messy. She'll have her kid dolled up in little pink dresses with bows in her hair wearing white gloves and sipping tea.
Not me. I want boys. All boys. I love sports, and getting messy and being rough and outspoken, which are all qualities which are more readily accepted in boys. I don't do frilly and I don't do dresses. No Barbie Dolls allowed. I hope that by the time I am ready to have kids you'll be able to take a pill to determine the sex of the child. Wouldn't that be awesom. Well, If my movie deal with m.s and c.h doesn't pan out I have a future in Genetics
And speaking of our movie deal, if The Blair Witch Project can make a shitload of money with 3 really bad actors and a camcorder, so can we.
I don't know what they are putting in the water but it seems like everyone is having babies.Not only are there about a billion prego's at work I have 4 cousins and my sister who are pregnant. I'm not even going to mention My Biological Clock. It's funny, but when my sister told me she was pregnant I just assumed she was having a girl. On my recent trip to Dublin I bought her a christening bonnet for the baby that you are supposed to keep and can be turned into a handkercheif when she grows up and gets married. I never considered the fact that she might have a boy. The thought is almost inconceivable. In addition, I don't think that the useless waste of space (otherwise know as her husband) has enough testosterone in his body to produce a male child. I guess I just associate my sisters personality with the type of child she would have. She likes dressing up and frilly things and hates sports (other than golf) and getting messy. She'll have her kid dolled up in little pink dresses with bows in her hair wearing white gloves and sipping tea.
Not me. I want boys. All boys. I love sports, and getting messy and being rough and outspoken, which are all qualities which are more readily accepted in boys. I don't do frilly and I don't do dresses. No Barbie Dolls allowed. I hope that by the time I am ready to have kids you'll be able to take a pill to determine the sex of the child. Wouldn't that be awesom. Well, If my movie deal with m.s and c.h doesn't pan out I have a future in Genetics
And speaking of our movie deal, if The Blair Witch Project can make a shitload of money with 3 really bad actors and a camcorder, so can we.
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
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