ok not donuts but cornbread, pie, and anything else I can force myself to do.

Live at 10am I will show up in the box below. I will be nursing my 8 month old son. Please join me when you see me live. Chat features will be enabled and I’ll do my best at one handed typing. Thanks to The Maternal League of Justice for putting this together

Check out this great youtube video. It’ll have to tide you over for now

This weekend brought about sweeping change regarding the dynamics of our relationship, we hung curtains. While for many, this type of activity would have taken place shortly after moving in, it has taken us over 3 years. Sure we had sheet plastic for awhile but living in a home that resembled the ending of ET was soul sucking.

I know you are probably deeply saddened. Who wouldn’t be? My daily streaking across the house must have provided you with endless hours of amusement. My penchant for dropping trou on my way to the laundry room and then sneaking past the windows on the way to the shower, has probably become a must watch ritual, just like the TGIF line up in the 80s. It was easy to pretend that no one was looking since our home faces a clump of green rather then another home. This head in the sand mentality carried me through for quite sometime, and it probably could have carried me through another year of window-covering-less existence had it not been for one dude.

You see, the final straw came recently when I saw one of you out there ogling me while I sat upon my couch fully clothed. This was no odd accident or cruel coincidence like that time Tessa threw open the bathroom door allowing my bare butt to full moon out the bedroom window where my neighbors, who happened to be chitty chatting, caught sight. No, this was purposeful planned gawking. Window gazing outside of my house must have been a premium activity for you, it was obviously not your first time as you came prepared. In one hand you clutched a can of beer (the other 5 of the pack resting at your feet) and in the other hand a bag of chips. I guess I should be grateful that you only have two hands because I can only guess what the third one would have been holding.

After seeing you, dear neighbor, standing there in the gutter leering into my windows with your can of Natty Ice in hand, I knew the curtains had to go up post-haste. The only problem? Complete lack of curtain rings. Fear not, a solution was close at hand.

Salvation was just a couple of rolls of ribbon away. I like the new look so much that once the room is finished out I may actually purchase ribbon to match the new decor.

As for you dear leering neighbors, you won’t be seeing as much of me (so long as I remember to draw the curtains) but you can still catch me in all my glory. This time I’m giving you permission to watch. On October 10 at 10am I will be broadcasting live on my blog. Not only will you get to once again revel in my smiling face, but you’ll get to see my breasts in action. I’m nursing live as part of The League of Maternal Justice’s Breast Fest. Come see what they’re really for! Maybe it will demystify the entire affair and help bring about some much needed change.

Kindest Regards,

Fidget

The webcam I won made a quick appearance at my door this weekend. Today is the first day I’ve had time to try and play with it. I’ve got a post forthcoming but really, how can I pound that out when i simply must figure out how to make this dang thing work. If you see me, chat!