This is my first time posting on LJ in awhile! I don't miss writing posts...I hate writing about myself. BUT... I do miss going back and reading about things that happened to me a week or a couple of months ago. I have no memory.

Soooo...not much has changed since the last time I wrote. Michael and I live in a happy little hood east of downtown known as The Holy Cross neighborhood. It's a Hispanic neighborhood with gangs and gunshots. Cyndi and I have a pink sparkle switchblade. We love it! My house has cockroaches. I've only seen one or two in the past couple of months. But I'm convinced that they are all hibernating until it is nice and warm out. (at which time my sleepless nights will return with a vengeance...they wait until my eyes close...)

Ah yes...a couple of upcoming changes to the Hutchison-Graham household! Michael will be my husband as of June 13th, 2008! VEGAS baby! Tacky, smokey, trashy, sleazy VEGAS!! right ON.

Round two, husband two, I'm convinced, will be much more of a success. I love this boy more the words can describe...and, unfortunately, more than I let on to the general public. I suppose I try to spare people the nausea, for some reason..He's the most beautiful and genuine soul and I completely believe that everything that has happened in the past year and a half has happened for a reason...so we could find eachother and be together. </endsappyrant> AND! Baby Graham will be here *hopefully* on Halloween/ early November! We're very excited.

We found out the news on March 1st. The littlebabyfetus is 10 weeks old. I want a little girl (named Eleanor), Michael wants a little boy. I'm told that I should say some canned peanut ass answer like "I don't care what the sex of the baby is as long as it is healthy". Bullshit. I don't believe it when people say those kind of responses. Of course I will love a baby with a penis...of course I want it to be free of a third leg, brain abnormalities or heart/neural tube defects....but I also will be able to say that I hope to the lord, Roy Orbison, above that I have a little girl. I need a girl. Michael can still take her to find bugs under rocks, spit, look at Playboys and pee in the snow. But people will shun me for teaching a little boy how to knit, use nail polish and lots of lipgloss, to be unladylike, wear hot pink, make cupcakes with skulls on them etc. I would be criticized for turning my son into a homosexual. thems the breaks.

With that being said, however, I'm extremely excited. If he is a boy, he will be loved just as much. And, who knows? Maybe in 10-15 years watching Turner Classic Movies while making projects that we saw on the Martha Stewart show the morning prior will be the masculine thing to do. haha