Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
She got it from her mama
So today I was on this website: stuffwhitepeoplelike.com and I was having a grand 'ole time. And I laughed so hard at the post on camping. Sooooo much. I thought it was hilarious. And as I sat there doubled over in laughter, for a moment I felt like I could hear my mom laughing. And I realized I laugh just like her.
I understand why for a long time I thought 'I know exactly how my sister and my dad laugh, but I can't even bring my mom's laughter to mind'. Bizarre, but tonight I got it. It's because my laughter is hers. We laugh almost exactly (if not identically) the same.
And it hit me: I am my mom. I mean, not like that, but in ways I don't have ANY control over. None and that's scary and comforting at the same time.
Again, not meant to be a meaningful post, just rambling.
I understand why for a long time I thought 'I know exactly how my sister and my dad laugh, but I can't even bring my mom's laughter to mind'. Bizarre, but tonight I got it. It's because my laughter is hers. We laugh almost exactly (if not identically) the same.
And it hit me: I am my mom. I mean, not like that, but in ways I don't have ANY control over. None and that's scary and comforting at the same time.
Again, not meant to be a meaningful post, just rambling.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Ay, ay, ay
I don't even know what the heck to write about! I have so much to put out there and my mind is so disorganized I really can't put many coherent thoughts together. Ok... I guess first things first. Everyone and their moms know, but because I hadn't announced it here: I'm 3 months pregnant with my second bebe. You know, we're super happy, couldn't be better, so excited, yadda, yadda, yadda... WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING???? I know what I was thinking: "Oh, its so fun with Bruce. I think we could expand and we can handle it. And everyone I know is pregnant now, so we can ll be pregnant together!!!" Like, I know this is what I was thinking, because at some point some variation of that went through my mind, but I mean, REALLY?? Well, its not like its going away!
Don't get me wrong, I am very happy and the thought of meeting a new little person and getting to cuddle and nurse again is so very heart-warming. But the thought of exhaustion and realizing that my first-born is was a tornado in his past life somehow puts a tiring spin on it (no pun intended). Whatever. Michelle Duggar and her vast and entirely too spacious, cavernous vajayjay have done it 17 times... or 18? I lost track (so has she).
Anyway, the point is people have 2 kids all the time and survive. Heck! I have friends with 3 kids!! And they're still alive. Notice I said alive, nothing about their mental sanity. But hey, sanity is overrated IMHO.
And that's that.
Then what...? Oh yeah, I have all these ideas for short stories that I've been meaning to write. No, I don't plan on becoming Ms. Meyer and writing Twilight Fan Fiction. Really, no.
Mostly its stuff based on reality, like things that have happened or could have happened. I mean, it seems like almost everyone is making a buck off spilling the guts to the world, why can't I? There's interesting stuff in my life, I mean, interesting enough. No, I haven't travelled to Africa to find a long lost journalist (White Mary). Nor am I here to save myself from myself (Rant)... Ok, so it's not SUPER exciting to be me, but I can make up stuff! And I can write it. So there.
I guess this is all I can piece together tonight. Honestly, I can't remember half of the bajillion things I've been meaning to write about. But eventually I will. And I hope and pray to God that I will be disciplined enough to haul my ass here to write about them.
Later, Gator!
Edit: Just so you have an idea of how long I've been meaning to write, you will notice the date on the post is from June 22, 2009. Its October 29, 2009. Yep.
Don't get me wrong, I am very happy and the thought of meeting a new little person and getting to cuddle and nurse again is so very heart-warming. But the thought of exhaustion and realizing that my first-born is was a tornado in his past life somehow puts a tiring spin on it (no pun intended). Whatever. Michelle Duggar and her vast and entirely too spacious, cavernous vajayjay have done it 17 times... or 18? I lost track (so has she).
Anyway, the point is people have 2 kids all the time and survive. Heck! I have friends with 3 kids!! And they're still alive. Notice I said alive, nothing about their mental sanity. But hey, sanity is overrated IMHO.
And that's that.
Then what...? Oh yeah, I have all these ideas for short stories that I've been meaning to write. No, I don't plan on becoming Ms. Meyer and writing Twilight Fan Fiction. Really, no.
Mostly its stuff based on reality, like things that have happened or could have happened. I mean, it seems like almost everyone is making a buck off spilling the guts to the world, why can't I? There's interesting stuff in my life, I mean, interesting enough. No, I haven't travelled to Africa to find a long lost journalist (White Mary). Nor am I here to save myself from myself (Rant)... Ok, so it's not SUPER exciting to be me, but I can make up stuff! And I can write it. So there.
I guess this is all I can piece together tonight. Honestly, I can't remember half of the bajillion things I've been meaning to write about. But eventually I will. And I hope and pray to God that I will be disciplined enough to haul my ass here to write about them.
Later, Gator!
Edit: Just so you have an idea of how long I've been meaning to write, you will notice the date on the post is from June 22, 2009. Its October 29, 2009. Yep.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
New life, new friends
I am reaaally happy because I've made some real FRIENDS. Like, not college buddies or smoking partners. Real, real friends and I'm so happy about it.
It took me almost two years, but its enriched my life so much and I can only hope I've done the same for them.
These women give me something worth leaving the house, they make beer playdates a lot of fun, talking about butt worms halfway pleasant, listening to farting noises hilarious, asking about cold remedies interesting... and most of all they just make life sweeter.
You know who you are, ladies. Yes, you too.
I love you all dearly and thank you for making me actually look forward to weekdays.
It took me almost two years, but its enriched my life so much and I can only hope I've done the same for them.
These women give me something worth leaving the house, they make beer playdates a lot of fun, talking about butt worms halfway pleasant, listening to farting noises hilarious, asking about cold remedies interesting... and most of all they just make life sweeter.
You know who you are, ladies. Yes, you too.
I love you all dearly and thank you for making me actually look forward to weekdays.
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