Saturday 20 October 2001

Virgin births; addendum (or, turkey baster anyone?)

I thought about turning this into an addendum to my Virgin Birth rant and situating it in the Miscellany section, but there really wasn't enough material. Even by my standards, which may come as a shock. 

Anyway last night I had a series of weird dreams (and as per usual I will not relate them here, suffice to say that they were baby-related, which may be attributed to either (a) Anna's divine blossoming; (b) re-reading The Handmaid's Tale or (c) my own biological clock at work. I'd prefer for it not to be (c), thanks), and I really really hope I'm not opening any cans of worms here, but it just appealed to me, that the following question somehow became pertinent:-

If the Immaculate Conception is defined (and it usually is) as conception without the employment of impregnation via a male sexual organ, then that means that all children conceived and born naturally within and to a lesbian couple without employment of a male sexual organ must then be defined as Immaculate Conceptions, most divine and holy Virgin Births and should hence be honoured by the same Churches that have a distressing tendency to vilify such unions and progeny as sinful.

Okay so my logic is of black-hole like proportions but I still think its cool <shrug>.

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In other news:-

A wonderful generous friend who must remain nameless for all kinds of reasons (like, if his/her place of employ found out) has lent me a yummy Dell Latitude laptop for an unspecified perhaps indefinite period of time and I LOVE IT. Not only is it as powerful as the desktop (and that is a Beast) but its screen is much nicer than the desktop, also its portable and groovy and just so cute and wee. I'm a sucker for the whole miniature = trés sexy development; my day has come!

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Fitness update; our gym equipment finally arrived! We ordered a bunch of stuff (item: an adjustable York weights bench and 2 x ea 3 kg, 5 kg, 8 kg and 12 kg chrome weights) an age ago, and due to various stuff ups - the exercise company; ours; the bank - the gear didn't arrive until yesterday. Sam and I spent a romantic Friday evening assembling the weights bench - a very solid piece of equipment - and so now we're all good to go. We have set up the small room (do UKans still refer to it as a box room?) as the gym room, and will add a treadmill and a punching bag (wheeee!) when we are a trifle more solvent. Yay! I feel better and fitter and stronger already.

Also, Sam's sister Jen is going to join me up with her gym and help me out with lifts to/from which will be an absolute godsend. There is a pool, a decent fitness suite (aka testosteroney weights room yay), and good classes like tae-robics, boxercise and even yoga. Yay! At this rate it won't be too long before I'm back in shape and have built up some muscle again; I have deteriorated significantly in the past few weeks which is Not A Good Thing. Apparently I still have "damn good biceps for a girl" and I can heave our weekly *heavy* grocery load about, but I still don't 'feel' as strong in the shoulders and back as I should. Here's hoping the aches and pains will soon dissipate a trifle.

Our bed should arrive sometime in the coming week too. If not, the Department of Fair Trading or the Consumer Protection Agency or whatever its called here is going to be hearing from me. Grrr, arrrgh. 

Still on matters fitness; I would like to state here how incredibly proud I am of my mummy Isabel joining a gym and getting into a 3 x weekly routine of stretches and weights and cardio-work? I'm sure all my gentle encouragement/incessant nagging had absolutely nothing to do with it ... but I am very proud of her all the same. Getting into that at 60-odd years I mean 37 takes guts, people. Go Mum! Just one thing; if you wear anything that has the slightest hint of Lycra or fluoro involvement I will disown you.

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Apart from that; our little household is on a major belt-tightening programme, financially speaking. One salary between two people and a mortgage does not go far particularly when you are trying to set up/improve house and living standards. At least after the gym gear and the bed we won't have anything major to pay for ... oh hell I'm forgetting this damn wedding thing. Oh no I'm not worried or concerned or hatching ulcers, oh no.

I really am missing earning my own money (even though now, of course, it would be "our" money. I meant my own paypacket). I'm almost - I said almost - missing working. I knew this was going to be hard, and right now it is. 

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