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Last night I got together with other Alpha Phi advisors in the Boston area. Besides Bentley, we have chapters at Tufts, MIT and BU, so there are tons of us. Our chapters never do anything together, so we are trying to work on that a bit. Everyone knows who I am because they are all alums, and I'm the person in the alum chapter who sends all the messages like "Come to Dinner With Your Sisters." I've been doing it for over 2 years now, so all the alums know me by name at least.

So, I have met all the advisors who showed up except one, Moira. She's the Recruitment Advisor for MIT. Since I was an RA for 2 years, I was excited to meet her. A little envious too, Bentley's rush isn't fun like MIT's (and most other schools) with release figures and 200+ women going through and true rounds. So she tells me that she had a conversation about me recently. She told her friend that she was doing this Alpha Phi thing, and this guy said he knew me. So she tells me about Roy and Catherine.

Now, maybe it's just me, but the name Roy is one of those names that you don't forget. It just stands out. Sort of like if you met someone named Star or Bart. It's one of those names that is out there, but people don't actually have. So, you'd think I'd remember a Roy. I don't. And I feel like an idiot, why in God's name do I know these people. I ask "Russ and Christina?" but nope. She says they play ultimate frisbee, so I ask "Dave Ficocello and Betsy" (which is silly because I don't know them, they weren't interested in getting to know us when we moved up here, being in love and all), and no again. So I just have no idea.

Conversation moves on, I forget, but lying in bed last night I remember to tell Peter. Turns out he knew a Roy at work, I know him as the guy who quit to work at a summer camp (which sound awful because I hated camp). And Peter tells me that he plays frisbee too. Somehow this guy knows me, and I have never met him. It was weird, until we figured out it's because of this blog. Obviously, I'm bigger than I thought. So a shoutout to Roy who reads yet never comments (cough), I'm impressed that you remembered that I'm in Alpha Phi. I figured most people skipped those entries.

I don't know email addresses, and I think it might be weird if I name names, but I want to thank everyone who donated to the Breast Cancer Walk! My team collected over $1700! Yay! I'm very proud of them.

I'm having a really hard time being productive this week. I somehow got myself to do laundry today. Although I'm not finished yet. I'm really hungry but too lazy to go find something to eat. Especially since I want to save room for dinner at Rubys. Chile con queso, here I come!

Wilma is supposed to calm down by the time she gets to FL's east coast! I'm crossing my fingers, I'd love to have a nice relaxing vacation that doesn't include being stuck in my car without gas in Punta Gorda or some other random FL town.

Ok, I'm watching VH1, Awesomely Bad #1 Songs Ever or something. Yes, there are plenty of bad songs on here. What bugs me though is that the past 10 years are totally ignored. No one will ever be able to convince me that we are in a decent period for popular music. I think 99.9% of all songs that come out now are going to be considered crap in 10 years. They'll have to make lists of the Awesomely Bad Songs of March 2003. Just think of all the lists E! and VH1 could make! Does anyone think that Usher or the Simpson girls or JoJo will be relevent (or even remembered) in 2015? There are some decent songs that come out there, and I know that music is a touchy subject to everyone. I'm just wishing that Nelly, Beyonce, Fountains of Wayne, or any of the other not so great groups and singers made the list.

I would like to thank Hurricane Wilma for totally stressing me out today. Why does a hurricane have to consider going directly over my mother's house at the exact same moment I want to be arriving there? After considering lots of options, we are leaving at the same time as planned, and if we have to do the NC stop to check out Cary on the way down instead of the way back, I can live with that. Although I'll be so anxious to get to FL and see my mom that I may not be as thorough. On the way back I'll wish the vacation was still going on and therefore take my time and stretch it out.

While I am down in FL (on my mom's birthday no less) I may be able to feel the baby move, at least according to the Pregnancy Calendar. I've been told it feels like bubbles or gas. If it's gas, I may ignore it. Let me tell you who don't know, there is nothing that makes a person more gassy than pregnancy. It's like I'm eating sulfer some days. I wonder why Peter hasn't started sleeping on the couch. Oh yeah, one of the legs to the bed broke, and Jordon's sent us a foot of the couch instead of the leg. Dumb asses.

So I have no summer clothes that fit. What to do? The bellaband is my only option. It works pretty well, but it's not the most comfortable thing. My pregger jeans rock, except the elastic is having a few issues. I've started wearing pregger shirts too, but they are mostly super long and cover my stomach to the best of their ability. I want to show off my belly. Not only am I happy and proud to be pregnant (and telling any stranger who will listen), but I don't want to look fat. I gained 10 lbs at my last doctor's visit. That's right! In four weeks! Granted, I had lost 4.5, so really it's a net gain of 5.5, and my doctor was happy with that. But still, how does one do that when they still don't want to eat? I'm not eating for two, I'm just a little less picky about the fat content in everything. Truly, only a little less picky. If I stopped being picky entirely, omg, I don't even want to think about how much I would be weighing. I use my face as my guide. If my face gets fat, I have to stop eating or something. The parasite will be fine.

Because there aren't enough true issues in the world, some people in Fantasia's home town don't like her and have actually started a website about this. Who knew Fantasia lies!

I suck ass at Jeopardy. The catagory is Asia, and a list of all these words come up. I say "Duh, what is garam masala." Nope, the answer is UAE. How did I survive World Studies in 10th grade? I'm so embarrassed.

24 Ways in Which a Woman is Like a Fish

1. Both attracted to shiny objects
2. More fun to catch while drinking
3. Neither travel well
4. There's others in the sea and/or bar
5. Three words: catch and release
6. Both travel in protective groups

7. Small bladders
8. The deeper you go, the scarier they get
9. Their weight largely determines their value
10. [EDITED: My lawyer has requested that I remove this one from the blog… hint: crabs!]
11. They get all ornery if you try to grab their tail
12. Bears will eat either of them

13. Sometimes I likes 'em wild, sometimes I likes 'em farm-raised
14. You must document great catches or no one will believe you -- video preferred
15. Easier to reel in if you let them wear themselves out first
16. Seen the movie Splash? Case closed
17. Cold blooded. Looking your way, Stacy.

18. Neither can operate a vehicle
19. They both eat things
20. The harder they shake their tail, the farther they'll go in life
21. Scales are important to each of them
22. They never have to buy drinks
23. Umm… Eggs? Duh
24. Can hook either with a great line

Thanks Barney.

Ok, I beg for philanthropic donations and forget the link. I have no brain. Damn that pregger anmesia! Here it is: Team Alpha Phi!

I have planned to get all Alpha Phis in the Boston area together for the Breast Cancer Walk this Sunday, so that we can all walk together, donate together, and get to know more sisters in the area, both alum and collegiate. I know basically everyone reading this isn't an Alpha Phi, but I'd still like to ask you all to consider donating, even if it's just a small amount like $5. This is an important cause that affects so many women, and many of you know my mother-in-law died from breast cancer. You can sign up and donate at Team Alpha Phi. Thank you for considering, I really appreciate it!

Also, I am begging some people to watch my cats while I'm in Florida watching my mom's dogs. Peter is willing to make food for whoever does this, and we were hoping that we'd get a bunch of people so everyone would only do 3 or 4 days. Please consider this as well.

Am I the only person in the world who could care less about video blogging? I think it seems like such a huge amount of work, and really, who wants to work to blog? Blogging should come naturally, but if I have to do my hair first, it's not natural, it's a pain in the ass. So no vlogging from me ever ever ever. Now watch 6 months from now as I do it from my hospital bed.

I got my Old Navy pregger clothes today, and my jeans fit to a T. Totally perfectly. I'm very happy. The shirts are much longer than I thought they'd be, but I guess that's part of being so short. I also have khakis that are a little big but good and a nicer shirt that I can wear to church in VT this weekend with Peter and his parents so I don't have to be at the lake house alone with the ghost.

TallOrNot-compare your height to famous people. Danielle Steel is about my height. Missing from the list are Alan Rickman and Naveen Andrews. Typical, ignore the greats! btw, Naveen was wonderful on Ellen today, the best talk show EVA!

Gemma Ann Kovacs
Benjamin William Kovacs

There are today's baby names. They will change tomorrow, but for now I am happy with them.

I have another child, and his name is Peter. He bought some new Mortal Kombat game, and he got the "deluxe" one, which he claims was the same price. However, this meant he now has two Mortal Kombat dolls. He is keeping them in their plastic, so at least he isn't taking them out and playing with them. I think I am praying for a boy, Peter needs someone to play GI Joes with or something.

Katie Holmes looks more pregnant than me. I know it's totally silly, but I'm disappointed. I wanted to be pregnant with her, now it's not totally as it should be. I need a pregnant celebrity with my due date to pay attention to.

Ok, I don't care if the Red Sox are in the playoffs, nothing should come between me and Lost, and I mean NOTHING. I finally finished watching it after many tries and issues. Wow, what an episode. Here's some info:

The HANSO company has a website. Under Active Projects, put your mouse underneath them all, and the Darma Initiative pops up. It's the video from the show.

And for more Darma info, they have a website too.

What is up with Jin speaking English? And Ana Lucia being a part of the others? Is she really, or are what we think are the others really the back of the plane? Are there the others and the people from the back, two separate groups? Is that big guy with the club one of the pilots of the Nigerian heroin plane?

Is the picture in the hatch of Sarah? Or just someone who looks similar? And where is Desmond going?

Some places to get info: Topic Ars OpenForum, page 8 being the start for this episode.
Lost-Media has a lot of spoilers.
Lost Forums

Here's the Kanye West/Mike Myers bit on SNL from last Saturday. I was sad that I missed it, I'm sure I'm not the only one. It's not great, but it's sort of funny.

Does anyone want to go to HallowScream Park with me? On a weekday night since I'm leaving for vacation soon? Please? Are pregnant women even allowed to go into Haunted Houses?

Well, this explains the whole Tom Cruise/Katie Holmes thing. She's pregnant! I wonder if we share the same due date. About today I'm technically allowed to tell everyone. Besides the owners of the house I live in, I think the entire world knows. I guess this dispells Katie's claims that she was waiting for marriage.

Also, I love disco, especially when you least expect it.

This is some information on the Montauk Project, which uses the symbol that was on the "medicine" bottle that Desmond was injecting into his body. Also was on the shark according to everyone, but I missed that. Freaky stuff, even though I doubt it is true in real life.

An excerpt:
People had their psychic abilities enhanced to the point where they could materialize objects out of thin air.
-Can we say Walt?

As for me, I've gone insane. I am truly forgetting everything. I couldn't spell color before, it kept on being collar. Then I freaked out because I didn't want anything to happen to Peter. I know that with pregnancy comes insane amounts of worry, but I thought it'd all be directed towards Kreacher. But no, I'm terrified for Peter all the time.

You may remember my pictures of Fergie peeing on stage. Jenny McCarthy has also recently done this in front of photographers. Not to be outdone, Paris Hilton has done the same thing to celebrate her recent unengagement to Paris someone. I'm thinking with my shrinking bladder, maybe I should try working this new Hollywood trend into my wardrobe. It would at least keep everyone from noticing my unbuttoned pants.

Raymi wrote about my future.

The RCN guy keeps calling. I didn't know what to do, he was a wireless caller, it's Monday so I assumed it was a collegiate. So I gave him the phone and told him to "Just say no!" But now he's talking. This RCN guy isn't bad, although he tricked us. It's his evil boob staring boss that I hate.

My in-laws are staying the night on Friday, which will be nice because they haven't seen our apartment and we've been here a year. But I have to clean. I wanted to do a room a day, but we got our couch so all our furniture was all over the place in the living room, which was Monday's room. So I swept two rooms. Tomorrow I finish that room and do the dining room. I hate cleaning, I need a housewife.

Has anyone noticed that Desparate Housewives is boring this year?

Broken Flowers was a big disappointment. If you aren't going to give an ending but instead leave things open for interpretation, at least give us something to think about. Peter and I spoke about it in the parking lot walking to the car, then we moved on. Yawn. I expect better.

Today was a great Aphi event, I'm very happy. Food was good too, but I was too busy to truly enjoy it. There was something going on at Nashoba though, with like 20 people in line to buy stuff at the winery. So much for getting a few bottles for Christmas presents. Looks like I'll be back there in a few weeks.

I looked up fluffy girl in google images, and this pictures comes up as #1. I call her fluffy girl because she is fluffy, and all pets need extra names. I hope Ariel is proud of her new found fame. Also, the cats all get Halloween names too. Fluff is Scarial, Ziggy is Countess Ziggula, and Fat Tony is Bony Tony. I wonder what they think of having such a psychotic mommy.

19 days until we leave for FL. I am counting the nanoseconds.

I wasn't paying attention this morning and almost put Shirt Snob stuff on Peter's blog. I can't be blamed though, I was sick yesterday. I don't throw up at all during my first trimester, but I get a bug at the very end and throw up 3 times, twice in under 10 minutes. Fun fun.

More exciting is the Boobiethon. They claim this has something to do with Breast Cancer, but we know this is really a great way for a lonely, horny guy to look at boobs. I won't be sending mine in, even though they are now huge and beautiful.