Your basic nonsense once again

I should probably be doing something constructive like taking a shower or spackling a wall, but instead I am here typing nonsense into the void. There's not too much new to talk about since yesterday except that my friend Nickel, awesome individual that she is, secretly bought me a box of pickle pops and had them sent to my house. Therefore yesterday I not only got a package in the mail, hurrah!, but I got a package full of salt and vinegary goodness. I stuck them in the freezer and hopefully shall try my first pop of pickleness today. Woo! Nickel rules!
I don't know what the deal is with the barometric pressure today, but my sinuses keep swelling up like balloons causing me to continually pop my ears which makes it all worse and then I have to turn my whole head upside-down to alleviate the pressure. Ugh. Plus I had a nosebleed earlier AND I am still sick to my stomach with the mythical 'morning' sickness. Please. Morning my butt. I feel sick from about twenty minutes after I wake up until I go to sleep at night and nothing really helps. At least I don't have to go to work like I did when I pregnant with Little Guy and sit there acting polite and helpful when I really wanted to throw the stapler at anyone who walked by my desk. I never did throw my stapler. I'm a good girl. Although I did get real annoyed with the one school psychiatrist at one point and following a lengthy diatribe on why conservatives are the devil I triumphantly informed him that I WAS the conservation Christian right that he so hated. I said it all with a vaguely threatening and hostile smile full of scary toothiness which sort of proved his point on some levels, but whatever. It was either that or vomit on his shoes, so all in all he got off pretty easy.
Ok, Pandora is on and I have to say...is it is just me or do the Only Ones sound JUST LIKE the Violent Femmes? Are Peter Perrett and Gordon Gano secretly the same person? If you don't know who the Only Ones are I feel really sorry for you because they are pretty awesome and fabulous. And if you don't know who the Violent Femmes are...well I have no words for that. Why don't know who they are? Go find out please. Then come back and bring a thousand word paper on how sorry you are that you didn't know in the first place. HOLY COW! They followed up the Only Ones with O Valencia by the Decemberists. Oh Pandora, you make me happy happy happy. :)
Ever since I bought my skinny jeans I keep longing for weather that would allow me to wear them. I can't remember a time in recorded history when I longed for colder weather. I must be on crack. But! Skinny! Jeans! I long to wear them and electrify Allentown with my massive inherent preggo coolness. I'm going to look like Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face where she goes to the coffee house and does that bizarre modern dance except I'll be pregnant with a glorious bump in front. And I can't dance at all, but really...I'm not sure that actual dancing ability is necessary. I mean...have you ever SEEN that dance she does? Yeah. I could do that. Although now that I think of it, who would want to? I'll skip the dance and just look good without it.
Well, I am off to shower before the small person wakes up. Zooooom!