Okay, the computer clock says 11:23PM. Let's see how quickly I can finish this post.
Tonight I rediscovered why I hate watching the news. In about 5 minutes I heard about another possible snow storm, a stupid story about people wanting to move a HS graduation out of a church where it had traditionally been for years (it is a large building yall; no one is trying to force their religion on you, but they would like to accommodate all of your families on that special day, so shut up and accept the facility), a kidnapping, a huge apartment fire in Norcross, and a teenage girl who died in a car accident last week when her best friend (who was driving and is possibly facing charges) hit a patch of ice on their way to the mall. How seriously depressing!
It took us over an hour to get Jack to fall asleep tonight. I had to be firm with him a few times and say in a strong voice "Jack, lay down in your bed RIGHT NOW." Then I felt bad b/c I didn't want him to go to sleep with thoughts of mean mommy, so I of course followed up with an immediate "I love you" and another kiss. I must have kissed him like 58 times or something like that. Overall bedtime is becoming easier, but it takes FOREVER, so that is why these posts happen so late. I am usually on my way to bed and stop off at my desk for a quick post that turns into facebooking and emailing and bill paying, etc. I am hoping that eventually we can just put Jack to bed and leave the room and let him fall asleep himself, but as he is a 17 month old already sleeping in a toddler bed instead of a crib, we are not comfy with that yet. As he learns to communicate more we will get to that point; plus as he gets older it gets safer for him to be in there by himself.
I am doing pretty good with my blog so far. I can't say my posts are all very interesting, but if you don't wanna read, then don't. I guess that is the beauty of it. I am SO happy tomorrow is Friday. I have stayed up way too late all week, and I am getting my hair cut this weekend for the first time in ages, and I can't wait to sleep in (a little) on Sunday! Goodnight readers!
11:44 right now. Hmmn...21 minutes...not really that quick...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
"Dear" in Headlights
Once again I am sitting at my computer with much more to say than time will allow. Of course I have been sitting here now for well over 2 hours doing all sorts of other "important" things, and in that time I have managed to lose track of any sort of organization in my thought process b/c it is almost 1AM, and I am tired. That is another skill I am trying to work out - how to capture the thoughts as they happen and somehow get them "logged" so later they can be blogged. In the meantime, I guess I'll get some sleep and just be satisfied with my picture post.
Except that I just thought of a story.
When I previewed my blog just now, seeing how I have "Dear" purposely in quotation marks to point it out as a play on words sparked a writing assignment memory from my 9th grade English teacher at PHS. I forget exactly what the overall theme was supposed to be, but I wrote about The Lee "Familee," which is comprised of Debra Lee (my mother), Christie Lee (my sister) and Brooke Lee (myself), and the whole piece was about the bond between us. Sharing our middle name was another way we were tied together as a family, and at that time there was no father figure in our lives, so it was just the 3 of us. The whole story was centered around the idea of the middle name "Lee" being our real last name instead of the actual last names we had then and before. "Lee" was consistent. It was shared. It was who we ALL were, and it was also given to us by our mother, who was the only unwaivering parent in the equation.
Well, I titled the piece, The Lee "Familee," pointing out the misspelling purposefully, deliberately and by all means, cleverly with the use of the quotation marks. Now, maybe the punctuation was not accurate or proper in the title, and I honestly don't remember exactly how I wrote it, but what I do recall is Mrs. Will-remain-nameless marked "Familee" as a misspelling. Seriously, did she even read the freakin' paper? I of course, being confrontational in every sense of the word and not about to take lightly being overlooked, brought the oversight to the attention of the teacher who so obviously did not find it necessary to comprehend what her students were writing, but rather marking misspellings was more her concern. My feelings were hurt. Writing was my favorite part of school, and I had poured my PERSONAL heart and soul into that paper, spilling details and heart-wrenching drama so freely, so innocently, so certain that someone somewhere would HEAR my story and understand me better because of it. I was so deflated by that, and the harsh reality of "not everyone cares" began to poison my then sweet naivety.
I am pretty sure that was the same day the yearbook staff snapped my picture while I was on the phone in the couselor's office lobby and captioned it "calling home to mommy," my one close-up as a Freshman a red-faced fake smile with illuminating eyes shining in that "I just finished crying" mode. Pure awesomeness...made even cooler by my multicolored suede jacket.
I've come a long way since then...and I'd like to think I am more forgiving and less likely to throw stones at someone who probably meant no real harm and who I am certain felt terrible at the time when called out by her student for her lack of interest in said student's passion...but even now I like to be heard, or read, and know that someone out there gets me, or at least somehow relates to me I guess. Sometimes I am so caught up in griping about something lame that I forget to dig in to my life's other side, the side that ponders and thinks and explores with a goal of self discovery and the hope of being a part of something bigger than just myself at the same time. Maybe my annual Reflections document taps into that stuff enough to carry me through each year and help keep me sane, but I am also hoping this blog will take me there more often.
This pattern of self-induced sleep deprivation is going to take its toll on me if I don't get some shut-eye now, and by the way, the teacher took back her misspelling marks and re-read and re-graded my paper. I wonder if this is a lasting memory for her as well???
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The Title is the Hardest Part
So this evening, as I was putting J-Bo in Time Out for the 3rd time in less than 15 minutes he screamed a deep, loud, angry scream, from way down in his gut while making an I-am-so-mad-at-you-Mommy face and glaring at me with fire-breathing dragon eyes. This particular time was after he had been standing in the kitchen backwards on a chair rocking it back and forth and climbing up the back of the chair like steps on a ladder while periodically turning around to squish a clementine orange into the counter or throw it across the room or onto the floor. He had already been in Time Out twice for pulling Mommy's hair and then holding on and laughing as I desperately tried to release his death grip. Each time, as I forced his little legs to bend into his Time Out chair and click-clicked the buckle closed over his thighs, my child threw this same wild tantrum.
Well there I was, standing in the kitchen, about to enforce Time Out #3 when I suddenly had the realization that my child expresses his anger JUST LIKE ME. His acting out was not unlike that of his mother (me), who has struggled all her (my) life with trying to find an appropriate way to channel that negative energy when it occasionally consumed her (me). There was a time when I had my Lego's and the solitude of retreating to my room, and then there was my Tetris addiction during high school, which allowed me to zone out and listen to music while scowling and squinting at the TV screen and manipulating little shapes into stacked straight lines, and then, in my early adulthood, I wrote a lot of garbage and sad love letters and heart wrenching poetry that immediately induced guilt upon some unlucky guy(s), but even now, I sometimes find that the best way to field that genuine feeling of madness is still to have a good, from-the-gut scream and cry.
I'm not perfect. I'm just me. And as a parent I suppose it is my job to teach my child the necessary coping skills he needs to deal with all the times in life when he won't get his way or he is treated unfairly. I am not going to be one of those coddling parents who is always concerned about hurting his ego or wounding his psyche. If he misbehaves, there will be consequences. Will he hate me for it? Not forever. Trust me; I know.
But why so soon? Seriously? 17 months? We couldn't even make it to the stereotypical "terrible twos," huh? I am going to attribute my child's "willfulness" (yes, THAT's what we'll call it) to the fact that he is basically a genius, and every temper tantrum is just one more sign that he is far too advanced for conventional toddler-hood, and this frustrates him immensely. His brain functions ahead of his ability to communicate, and I know what that is like too, not so much the being a genius part of course, but just the whole brain working faster than the ability to relay those thoughts. I get that. As I sit here typing, the only thing slowing me down is that stupid keyboarding class I didn't take, etc. And I digress.
Today I have finally settled upon the theme for my blog. I am sticking with "Uncaged:" By definition, it means "released from or as if from a cage; free from restraint." I am good with that. It leaves me limitless, and it allows for me to write about any subject I want, implying that my blog is not simply about one specific topic, hobby or overall concept. I have decided that being uncensored is not the exact approach I want to take though, as Mr. McQ fears I'll write something unflattering of him, and my mother reminded me today that employers and really anyone can see this blog. They both answered my prior post in their own way and helped me realize that my writing, even as an outlet for my anger, still needs to be disciplined; I have to channel it in a way that is more mature than one of those from-the-gut screams and put myself in my own sort of Time Out I guess. I accept the challenge, and I still intend to express myself honestly, but through the means of creativity and thoughtfulness. Does it mean I will never swear in my writing again? Probably not. Does it mean I will always be soft and kind and generally PC? I doubt it. But it does mean that I will make a conscientious effort to choose my words wisely. That is a lesson I continue to work on every day anyway.
I dozed off twice tonight while waiting for Jack to fall asleep so I could sneak out of his room. The hunched over position in which I was sitting, cross-legged on the floor with my arms up on his mattress and my head resting on them, made my limbs all pins and needle-y, so much so that when I finally tried to leave, I had to wait another five minutes just to be able to stand. I am pretty sure that most of my blog posts will be about that sweet angel of mine, yes, the same one who pulled my hair and screamed at me with all of his might. He is, after all, his mommy's son. The love I have for my child is more powerful than anything else I could ever feel. I understand him...and I love him exactly as he is...my willful, angry, silly, wild, destructive, imaginative, mischievous, and dangerously adorable little genius.
Well there I was, standing in the kitchen, about to enforce Time Out #3 when I suddenly had the realization that my child expresses his anger JUST LIKE ME. His acting out was not unlike that of his mother (me), who has struggled all her (my) life with trying to find an appropriate way to channel that negative energy when it occasionally consumed her (me). There was a time when I had my Lego's and the solitude of retreating to my room, and then there was my Tetris addiction during high school, which allowed me to zone out and listen to music while scowling and squinting at the TV screen and manipulating little shapes into stacked straight lines, and then, in my early adulthood, I wrote a lot of garbage and sad love letters and heart wrenching poetry that immediately induced guilt upon some unlucky guy(s), but even now, I sometimes find that the best way to field that genuine feeling of madness is still to have a good, from-the-gut scream and cry.
I'm not perfect. I'm just me. And as a parent I suppose it is my job to teach my child the necessary coping skills he needs to deal with all the times in life when he won't get his way or he is treated unfairly. I am not going to be one of those coddling parents who is always concerned about hurting his ego or wounding his psyche. If he misbehaves, there will be consequences. Will he hate me for it? Not forever. Trust me; I know.
But why so soon? Seriously? 17 months? We couldn't even make it to the stereotypical "terrible twos," huh? I am going to attribute my child's "willfulness" (yes, THAT's what we'll call it) to the fact that he is basically a genius, and every temper tantrum is just one more sign that he is far too advanced for conventional toddler-hood, and this frustrates him immensely. His brain functions ahead of his ability to communicate, and I know what that is like too, not so much the being a genius part of course, but just the whole brain working faster than the ability to relay those thoughts. I get that. As I sit here typing, the only thing slowing me down is that stupid keyboarding class I didn't take, etc. And I digress.
Today I have finally settled upon the theme for my blog. I am sticking with "Uncaged:" By definition, it means "released from or as if from a cage; free from restraint." I am good with that. It leaves me limitless, and it allows for me to write about any subject I want, implying that my blog is not simply about one specific topic, hobby or overall concept. I have decided that being uncensored is not the exact approach I want to take though, as Mr. McQ fears I'll write something unflattering of him, and my mother reminded me today that employers and really anyone can see this blog. They both answered my prior post in their own way and helped me realize that my writing, even as an outlet for my anger, still needs to be disciplined; I have to channel it in a way that is more mature than one of those from-the-gut screams and put myself in my own sort of Time Out I guess. I accept the challenge, and I still intend to express myself honestly, but through the means of creativity and thoughtfulness. Does it mean I will never swear in my writing again? Probably not. Does it mean I will always be soft and kind and generally PC? I doubt it. But it does mean that I will make a conscientious effort to choose my words wisely. That is a lesson I continue to work on every day anyway.
I dozed off twice tonight while waiting for Jack to fall asleep so I could sneak out of his room. The hunched over position in which I was sitting, cross-legged on the floor with my arms up on his mattress and my head resting on them, made my limbs all pins and needle-y, so much so that when I finally tried to leave, I had to wait another five minutes just to be able to stand. I am pretty sure that most of my blog posts will be about that sweet angel of mine, yes, the same one who pulled my hair and screamed at me with all of his might. He is, after all, his mommy's son. The love I have for my child is more powerful than anything else I could ever feel. I understand him...and I love him exactly as he is...my willful, angry, silly, wild, destructive, imaginative, mischievous, and dangerously adorable little genius.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
"Like Sands Through the Hourglass..."
Such sweet sinful indulgence is my addiction to daytime TV! Well, okay, I don't get to watch it in the daytime, and it really is just one soap opera, but I am truly invested in the lives of these fictional characters. From the baby-mama-drama and switching paternity tests to crimes of passion and secret rendezvous, I cannot get enough. In fact, I just caught up on 4 episodes tonight since Jack has been asleep. I am still well over a week behind, but 2 snow days helped me it least make it to the New Year's Eve episode...
It is 2011 now, and since it is after midnight it is technically January 12th. The snow that fell in GA was beautiful, and the ice that remains is much less so, but still awesome in that it gave me an extra day to spend with my family just really hanging out and doing a whole lot of nothing. A little computer time here, some thank you notes there, a TV show or 2 or 3 or maybe 10, and plenty of playtime with my sweet boy - that is how I took advantage of this extra time that Mother Nature so generously provided.
And now as I sit here writing a piece about time, the time I have to write is over b/c that same sweet boy is awake and calling for his mama. I am the luckiest woman alive b/c I am about to be hugged by an angel, and I will always have time for that!
It is 2011 now, and since it is after midnight it is technically January 12th. The snow that fell in GA was beautiful, and the ice that remains is much less so, but still awesome in that it gave me an extra day to spend with my family just really hanging out and doing a whole lot of nothing. A little computer time here, some thank you notes there, a TV show or 2 or 3 or maybe 10, and plenty of playtime with my sweet boy - that is how I took advantage of this extra time that Mother Nature so generously provided.
And now as I sit here writing a piece about time, the time I have to write is over b/c that same sweet boy is awake and calling for his mama. I am the luckiest woman alive b/c I am about to be hugged by an angel, and I will always have time for that!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Take 3? Take 4? I Lost Count.
Okay, so call it a resolution or whatever, but "I have a dream" to write more in 2011. Well, this is like the 4th time I have tried to write just tonight. Last night I was all geared up and ready, and the stupid blog site wasn't working. Then tonight, I was super excited b/c Jack went to bed at 8:20PM, which was basically a miracle, and I had some me-time, but I spent the majority of it editing a friend's resume. I was happy to help out the friend of course, but just as I finished that up, Mr. McQ required my companionship for TV watching since the DVR was already double-timing it and we needed to watch a show together to keep from watching one of the recording shows live. Oh, how technology rules...
But that is not what I want to write about. I have been trying to come up with my blog site's theme. I started with the whole "The Zookeeper - Uncaged!" theme b/c of "The McQ Zoo" reference and me being the family manager or "Zookeeper" there. The idea was that on The McQ Zoo Shutterfly site (http://www.bbmcquilken.shutterfly.com/) everything is all peachy and sweet and friendly, among other warm and fuzzy descriptions, and b/c I want the world (and Jack) to be privy to that site, I don't feel as though I can be truly honest in my writings or journal entries. I can't really utilize that site as an outlet for my stress or frustrations or even just a way to vent. For example, sometimes I want to swear. Like even now I just wanted to say the f-word, but it doesn't come naturally to me in a shared forum. I would like to say that is b/c I am some abnormally moral person who doesn't believe in fowl language or negative thoughts, but the real deal is I am just worried that some things will come back to haunt me, and I am not so sure I am comfy with that. I guess that changes my whole "Uncaged" theme to "Slightly Less Censored."
Another issue I find myself battling is the concern for other people's feelings. If a blog is supposed to be public and shared among "followers," then there is a good chance I may hurt the feelings of someone I love in my writing, especially if I am venting! To other bloggers, how do you handle that? Do you just suck it up and lie in your blogs and only write things that are PC enough for your loved ones to read? Or is there a non-offensive way to approach those sensitive sorts of things? The truth is both my stress and support often stem from the same source...and writing about that is one more way to unload and actually alleviate some of the stress. Do I need to have some sort of completely private blog and add yet another portal to my cyber-space portfolio? I don't have enough time to keep up with all the sites and social networking obligations I have now; how in the world do I add another?
What I really want to do is write Children's books. So since that is actually a resolution for 2011, I suppose I should put most of my focus there during my occasional me-time, but it is even harder to tap into my creativity when I am just trying to get s#$% done. Yes, that's right. I wrote "s#$%." Take that, morally superior readers!!! Okay, now that I am done with my sidebar of in your face-ness, back to the point. Oh, but now Mr. McQ is snoring so loudly that I cannot even think straight to continue this blog. Oh yeah, in case you did not know, we live in a small condo and the computer is in our bedroom, and the only time I get to write is when the rest of the zoo is sleeping.
Aright, let me get serious for a minute. My goal needs to be obtainable. I can't say I am going to blog on here every day and actually expect that to happen. I would kill myself trying and what I did write would lack depth. That being said, I can't do once a month b/c then it leaves too much to write about and not enough time without narrowing down to a specific topic, which may or may not even be relevant anymore by the time I am ready to write about it. I think I am settling on a weekly goal. Not a specific day, but just a general once a week goal to blog. If I do more, great, but I have to blog at least once each week.
As for themes, well I am not sure yet, so "The Zookeeper - Uncaged!" gets at least one more night to scream at the top of this page, but I am leaning towards something more like "Truth Over Medium with a Side of Censored." Okay, that one is a little long, but I will come up with something. Maybe the key is to totally separate my blog from my McQ Zoo reference, and just have it be completely unrelated. Hmmn...now the wheels are turning in my head. Too bad it is time for bed. If I didn't have to go to work tomorrow I could pump out another few pages here. But, unfortunately I do have to work...and I am sure it is only a matter of time before Jack wakes up. So I guess that means I am signing out for the night, weekly goal established, blog theme in the works. Now that, my friends, is progress.
But that is not what I want to write about. I have been trying to come up with my blog site's theme. I started with the whole "The Zookeeper - Uncaged!" theme b/c of "The McQ Zoo" reference and me being the family manager or "Zookeeper" there. The idea was that on The McQ Zoo Shutterfly site (http://www.bbmcquilken.shutterfly.com/) everything is all peachy and sweet and friendly, among other warm and fuzzy descriptions, and b/c I want the world (and Jack) to be privy to that site, I don't feel as though I can be truly honest in my writings or journal entries. I can't really utilize that site as an outlet for my stress or frustrations or even just a way to vent. For example, sometimes I want to swear. Like even now I just wanted to say the f-word, but it doesn't come naturally to me in a shared forum. I would like to say that is b/c I am some abnormally moral person who doesn't believe in fowl language or negative thoughts, but the real deal is I am just worried that some things will come back to haunt me, and I am not so sure I am comfy with that. I guess that changes my whole "Uncaged" theme to "Slightly Less Censored."
Another issue I find myself battling is the concern for other people's feelings. If a blog is supposed to be public and shared among "followers," then there is a good chance I may hurt the feelings of someone I love in my writing, especially if I am venting! To other bloggers, how do you handle that? Do you just suck it up and lie in your blogs and only write things that are PC enough for your loved ones to read? Or is there a non-offensive way to approach those sensitive sorts of things? The truth is both my stress and support often stem from the same source...and writing about that is one more way to unload and actually alleviate some of the stress. Do I need to have some sort of completely private blog and add yet another portal to my cyber-space portfolio? I don't have enough time to keep up with all the sites and social networking obligations I have now; how in the world do I add another?
What I really want to do is write Children's books. So since that is actually a resolution for 2011, I suppose I should put most of my focus there during my occasional me-time, but it is even harder to tap into my creativity when I am just trying to get s#$% done. Yes, that's right. I wrote "s#$%." Take that, morally superior readers!!! Okay, now that I am done with my sidebar of in your face-ness, back to the point. Oh, but now Mr. McQ is snoring so loudly that I cannot even think straight to continue this blog. Oh yeah, in case you did not know, we live in a small condo and the computer is in our bedroom, and the only time I get to write is when the rest of the zoo is sleeping.
Aright, let me get serious for a minute. My goal needs to be obtainable. I can't say I am going to blog on here every day and actually expect that to happen. I would kill myself trying and what I did write would lack depth. That being said, I can't do once a month b/c then it leaves too much to write about and not enough time without narrowing down to a specific topic, which may or may not even be relevant anymore by the time I am ready to write about it. I think I am settling on a weekly goal. Not a specific day, but just a general once a week goal to blog. If I do more, great, but I have to blog at least once each week.
As for themes, well I am not sure yet, so "The Zookeeper - Uncaged!" gets at least one more night to scream at the top of this page, but I am leaning towards something more like "Truth Over Medium with a Side of Censored." Okay, that one is a little long, but I will come up with something. Maybe the key is to totally separate my blog from my McQ Zoo reference, and just have it be completely unrelated. Hmmn...now the wheels are turning in my head. Too bad it is time for bed. If I didn't have to go to work tomorrow I could pump out another few pages here. But, unfortunately I do have to work...and I am sure it is only a matter of time before Jack wakes up. So I guess that means I am signing out for the night, weekly goal established, blog theme in the works. Now that, my friends, is progress.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Babies & Books (Not in That Order)
An hour ago I had decided I would get into bed with a book and just read away until I was ready to go to sleep. This is ironic of course, b/c anyone who knows me knows I RARELY read. Typically if I read it is out of extreme boredom or random coincidence. I do not recall the last time I went to a book store or library for an adult book as opposed to one for Jack. In fact, even the few books I browsed while pregnant were given to me by those with good intentions. Once I was at my mom's and happened to pick up a book on her end table and just somehow became so involved in the story that I ended up finishing it by the next night. In the 2 days of reading my husband decided he did not like for me to read. I guess he felt neglected or something, watching TV by himself in our 1100 square feet of impossible-to-get-a-moment-alone condo bliss. Maybe he thought me reading was too close to an escape of the mind and was worried I would be able to shut him out, and perhaps that would be unfair since in his peripheral vision he could still see my reflection in the episode of Cops whatever else he might have been watching. None the less, the reading subsided with the end of that book...until a beach trip with my family. My sister's friend loaned her a few books for the trip, and I, just coming back from a different vacation where everyone and their mother had a "Kindle" or the like and spent hours at a time reading on the beach, decided that mabe I would borrow one of these books with the idea of just seeing what it was like to read a book on the beach. Well, the book was good, until it ended with a cliffhanger, and upon returning home my sister got the sequel for me from her friend so I could at least know what happened. It was a lame story too, but really folks, that is 3 books now in like 6 years.
Anyway, I am so far off track here. As I was getting ready to pick out a book from another loaner collection from my sister's same friend, my sister called and told me that some friends of ours were in the hospital about to have their baby. I was immediately moved and emotional. On the inside. I didn't say much to my sister, but I was a little jealous that she got an email...then I checked Facebook and the couple both posted it so I knew it wasn't really private, and my sister was really on ly emailed b/c she doesn't use Facebook, and I am sure they wanted her to not be the last to know. Anyway, the jealousy ended and the tears of joy began.
I am so happy for this couple. The husband has been a dear friend of mine since adolescence, and we have had our ups and downs, but I truly adore him and wish him nothing but happiness. And the wife is someone I feel really likes me the way I am, and as I continue to get to know her better I feel more and more comfortable just being myself around her. They are having a girl. She will be the first girl in "that" group of friends. It is such an exciting night!
As I sit here and type this, Brett is snoring on the couch, fast asleep after not even getting home until almost 10 from a ridiculous day of working his ass off. (I wrote "behind" instead of "ass" first, but then remembered this is the "Uncaged" version of my writing, so I turned off my censor and let 'er rip!) I have a feeling there will be a lot of posts ending with my saying something about my husband snoring on the couch. His snoring drives me nuts, and it wakes me up and I find myself jabbing him several times throughout the night to get him to stop snoring or at least roll on his side. The other night I even moved myself out to the couch after he had come to bed and woken me from a sound sleep with his snoring. Ugh. I love him, but I hate the snores.
Jack and I had a great day today. We started by meeting my SIL and the McQ-Ts at Lenox for The Pink Pig, which didn't happen b/c the line was too long, but we still had a nice lunch. then we went ot Gymboree and then back home for a nap for Jack, which was a miracle when it happened. Afetr his nap we ventured to the park for a little while before running some errands and coming back home for dinner and playtime together. I love that baby. I mean...toddler.
Yep, well I am still new at the blogging, and right now, no on follows me anyhow, except myself. I guess I follow me. Haha. Okay, well goodnight reader. I mean, goodnight self.
Anyway, I am so far off track here. As I was getting ready to pick out a book from another loaner collection from my sister's same friend, my sister called and told me that some friends of ours were in the hospital about to have their baby. I was immediately moved and emotional. On the inside. I didn't say much to my sister, but I was a little jealous that she got an email...then I checked Facebook and the couple both posted it so I knew it wasn't really private, and my sister was really on ly emailed b/c she doesn't use Facebook, and I am sure they wanted her to not be the last to know. Anyway, the jealousy ended and the tears of joy began.
I am so happy for this couple. The husband has been a dear friend of mine since adolescence, and we have had our ups and downs, but I truly adore him and wish him nothing but happiness. And the wife is someone I feel really likes me the way I am, and as I continue to get to know her better I feel more and more comfortable just being myself around her. They are having a girl. She will be the first girl in "that" group of friends. It is such an exciting night!
As I sit here and type this, Brett is snoring on the couch, fast asleep after not even getting home until almost 10 from a ridiculous day of working his ass off. (I wrote "behind" instead of "ass" first, but then remembered this is the "Uncaged" version of my writing, so I turned off my censor and let 'er rip!) I have a feeling there will be a lot of posts ending with my saying something about my husband snoring on the couch. His snoring drives me nuts, and it wakes me up and I find myself jabbing him several times throughout the night to get him to stop snoring or at least roll on his side. The other night I even moved myself out to the couch after he had come to bed and woken me from a sound sleep with his snoring. Ugh. I love him, but I hate the snores.
Jack and I had a great day today. We started by meeting my SIL and the McQ-Ts at Lenox for The Pink Pig, which didn't happen b/c the line was too long, but we still had a nice lunch. then we went ot Gymboree and then back home for a nap for Jack, which was a miracle when it happened. Afetr his nap we ventured to the park for a little while before running some errands and coming back home for dinner and playtime together. I love that baby. I mean...toddler.
Yep, well I am still new at the blogging, and right now, no on follows me anyhow, except myself. I guess I follow me. Haha. Okay, well goodnight reader. I mean, goodnight self.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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