Just Dreamin'

Yesterday, I went for a run. I ran from my house down to the park and then around the park...Oh, how nice it was to see trees again. I really miss them. I almost hugged one...or two...

And - Oh, how nice to run again!!!! I love the high that I get at the end of a run. As if I were invincible. And strong. And powerful. What a beautiful allusion.

I want a farmhouse so bad that I could cry. I want at least 50 acres of good, Southern land. And I want a nature trail/ running path. I want a sweet hound dog to sleep on a braided rug in the living room. I don't care if he is big - as long as he is well behaved and doesn't shed too badly...or track dirt...or fleas...or anything else dirty...I want unbleached muslin curtains in my kitchen. And I want big, stainless steel professional-grade cooking appliances. And a stone floor. I want wide-plank Southern pine floors in the rest of the house. And I want a huge porch that wraps around the house and has doors on it leading to the formal livingroom and the dining room. I want my house to be furnished with antiques. And I want it to be sparkly clean. I want a room that gets filled with morning sun. I want the room to have rustic wooden benches covered in soft crimson pillows - with gilt-framed landscapes hanging over them. I want a sewing table. With a third hand that looks like a little golden bird. I want a huge master bedroom...with a huge canopy, king-sized bed that will hold me and Hubby and Peanut and my other twenty children that I will have. I want tons of windows all over the house. And I want a porch swing. And rockers. I want to read the Bible with my family on the porch on mild summer nights. And I want to snuggle in Hubby's arms on the porch in a blanket on cool autumn nights. I want a dining room table big enough to fit 25 people around it. And I want an old piano. I want a white, picket fence. And I want crescent moons cut onto the shutters. I want a vegetable garden. And lots of beautiful flowers everywhere. I want to have annual Christmas parties...and Easter parties...and garden parties in the summer. I want to can vegetables. And make jelly. And dress up just to come to the supper table at night.

I want long curly hair that I always wear pulled up into a bun. I want to live in dresses...and only wear blue jeans with high heels and lacy shirts when I go into town...or when I ride around on my tractor...only then I would wear ripped up jeans with a wife beater and cowboy boots. Don't forget my camoflouge baseball cap. And my big belt buckle. Why don't I have a big belt buckle? I've always wanted one. I want to smell like gardenias and lavendar. I want to charm my guests with sparkling conversation and sit silently and listen to my children when they have a problem that they need to talk out. I want to be the constant, stable, untiring source of help for my family. And I want to exude femininity and I want to be the poster girl for genteel Southern womanhood. And I want to do all of this in a big, spacious farm house out in the country.

I want to be a farmer in the spring time!!!!!

I miss my hubby!!!!! He is going to Chucktown this weekend for a wedding. And Peanut and I will be chillin' in the hizzy. Actually, Peanut's Uncle Mike is coming over for Zesto burgers and Star Wars. Oooooohhhh....Star Wars!!!!!!Some of the best movies on the planet...the old trilogy, that is...

I HAVE SPRING FEVER!!!! Yes, my hubby has reminded me that I still have 3 more months of cold weather. I don't care. I want warm breezes and sunshine and cold rootbeer and flowers and white sandals (actually, I don't like white shoes...but I do like knowing that I can wear them...) and pale pink dresses and deep suntans...I want Nice And Natural sandwiches in the park - durn it!!!! And I want red toenails!!!! And I want to zombie out to the radio under the influence of sunlight in a bikini!!!!!(Yes, I will most likely subject my neighbors to the big white blob that is my stomach - because it is fun and they deserve it. Or actually - maybe just my parent's neighbors. My parents have the pool...And the sunlight will not be wearing the bikini...and the radio will not be under the influence of the sunlight. I will!!!!)

I like that powder stuff to put on carpet before you vacuum. It smells really good...and makes me think that my house is cleaner. Actually...I love cleaning products. And I like to clean. I want to reorganize the closet in my room. And...Hubby might just come back to one less study...and Peanut might just have one more playroom.

I want to see a daffodil!!!!!!

I am cooking New Year's dinner this year. And I am excited! The first holiday dinner that I have ever cooked myself!

I need to find my Drifters CD. Then I could alternate listening to that with Kenny Chesney. (My grammar leaves alot to be desired...but I don't have time to care.)

Hey...I think tractors are sexy. Hubby, if you read this, I am going to buy you a tractor just as soon as I win the lottery! A John Deer tractor. Wow. Sooooooo sexxxxxyyyyyyyy!!!!!!You know what's really sexy? Attorneys who only practice law as a pasttime so that they can become farmers with their wife and son...and ride a John Deer all day...or maybe their wife will do that part...Please!!!! Let's become farmers!!!????!!!! I'll make you fried chicken and sweet tea!!!! And I'll even make home-made jelly! I know how! It could be so much fun!!!! I'll wear red - make that pink - gingham dresses with white frilly aprons...And I'll grow my hair long and wear it in a loose, curly bun...And we'll have twenty kids...And alot of horses...And I'll gather eggs before sun up...if the hens are nice hens...but I will spray the nest with lysol before I touch it...And we'll keep red geraniums on our huge front porch!!! And in the evenings we'll rock on the porch while I sew aprons and mend your overalls...And Peanut will have his own little pony that he will ride! And we'll have beautiful little girls in pretty little dresses sewing doll clothes!!! And we'll count the stars...and finally give up with two thousand!! And we won't watch TV because compared to our lives, it will be boring!!! Imagine...PEACE and Tranquility!!! In NATURE!!! And I will have two mile loop of running trails that me and my babies...and you, my fantastic Hubby, will run 5 times every morning!!!

PLEASE BUY A JOHN DEER TRACTOR!!!!!!

From Christmas Trees to Tupac and Luda...

I did a dumb thing. I mopped my kitchen floor and left the cleaner for the bathroom in the kitchen with the wet floor. So I am now waiting for the floor to dry so that I can clean my bathrooms. Hubby and Peanut have gone out for a baby-daddy outing this morning.

Today is the EVE of Christmas Eve!! Yeah! Though there are many outside stresses that have attempted to make this one of the most stressful Christmasesesesessss that I have ever experienced, I don't care. This is going to be one of the best Christmasesesesssss ever. This is the second Christmas spent with my Hubby - and the first Christmas spent with him that I was not pregnant. This is the first Christmas in our new house. And this is the very first Christmas with my baby boy!!!! SO YEAH FOR THAT! And...because I am so happy...I would perform the marshmallow dance if I only had a bag of marshmallows. (Don't worry if you have no idea what I am talking about. It's funny to me.)

My word of the day - "quaff." What a great word to say. I should find at least 5 ways to use the word 'quaff' today.

Have you ever noticed that Mark Twain is a great person to quote? I kind of like that thing he said about remaining quiet and appearing stupid and opening your mouth and taking away all doubt. You should really read that quote.

I woke up this morning with the song the Santa sang in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer stuck in my mind. "I'm the king of jing-a-ling..." That would be so wonderful as a hip-hop remix....And then I started singing Jay-Z.

Hubby thinks that Jay-Z is old because he wrote that song "It's a Hard Knock Life." But Jay-Z is a sexy devil. And a symbol for me and my peeps. I like him. I used to think Luda was a sexy devil, but he is just too nasty. He really needs his mouth washed out with soap. And sometimes so does Jay-Z. He could change his lyrics. For example...He could say, "I got 99 problems but a bad girl isn't one." Or "I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit. Enough that you won't illegally search my stuff." And I don't know how he would make the lyrics to Big Pimpin' more family friendly...but I can't help liking the song just a little bit. Actually...the only thing that I can understand in the song is "Big pimpin'." The rest is just rhythym.

I like the hip-hop megastar (don't you like that phrase? I made it up.) who wrote "Where da hood, where da hood at?" But his name escapes me. And this makes me angry because I think that he is the best rap/hip hop singer ever - well at least up there with Tupac. Speaking of Luda... Did you know that it took me at least 5 years of singing "Roll Out" to know that it was talking about rolling out maryjane ciggies? "Who's your weed man? Hows you smoke so good? Yous a super star boy. Why you still up in da hood?"

And I don't know why I blogged about this...But it was nice. I enjoyed it. And in the immortal words of Tupac to Biggie Smalls..."I ain't mad at ya." Such a great song.

Y'all... I AM SOOOOO PSYCHIC!!!!! Read this.

Nice and Natural Robots

So...
I have the flu. And I can't take anything because I am nursing my little boy. Fun.

I had this dream one night this week. It was weird. I was in some sort of laboratory with this little sort of dorky guy and his assisstant...a well-dressed woman with long, curly blonde hair. And I thought that it was weird that she was wearing a skirt and heels in a lab...But whatever. So he and I were sitting down talking, when the assistant walked over to talk to us. One minute she was spouting math equations - and who want to hear that on a break. And then she started talking like Britney Spears. And that freaked me out. But we soon found out that she was a robot who was malfunctioning...or having a robotic nervous breakdown. And that's when it dawned on us...The government was producing robots to take over the planet. And we couldn't let anyone know that we knew. So he and I talked about it and decided that I was going to have to play matchmaker so that this little geeky guy could find a woman and have babies. And I was glad that Hubby and I wanted a million kids. Because then we could raise up a huge, huge, huge generation of humans to fight the robots in a war and overtake the government. But the government was smart. They were the ones silently influencing families in this country to only have one or two kids - if any at all. And no one could ever find out that we knew. Because if they knew that we knew, then there could be problems for the fighter children that the smart humans of the world (those that knew about the government). So...don't trust the government. They are sneaky.

I don't think that there is a word in the English language to describe how much I desire a sandwich from Nice and Natural. I tried to make a turkey sandwich at home. It was not the same. I still greatly, strongly desire a Nice and Natural turkey sandwich - minus the sprouts. I can't quit thinking about it. I wake up thinking about it. I fall asleep thinking about it. It's beginning to freak me out. And the only thing that I want more than that is a Zesto burger. With lots of pickles. Or maybe a snickers bar. With a pickle. Yum.

Finally another post...

I have spring fever. It has started early this year. Normally, it doesn't start until sometime after the first of the year. This year...it has started NOW.

I went for a run this weekend. And it felt GREAT!!!I was running along in shorts and a t-shirt...thinking...wow, is it really December? Because it feels like early April. Not that I am really wanting early April right now. Christmas is right around the corner. And in early April my baby will be 9 and 1/2 months old. And I don't want to rush away some of the most wonderful months of my life. I just wish that I could lay out in the sun and go for a swim. I want to light candles on my deck and grill out. I want to plan my flower beds.

Okay, so maybe it would be fine for it to be cold for Christmas. But not until Christmas Eve and not after December 26th. Come on, warm weather!!!! I miss you!!!

Another reason to be excited for spring...Two of my favorite people in the world are getting MARRIED!!!!Yeah! I know that it sounds a little silly for me to be so excited...But being married to Hubby is so wonderful. Seriously. Yeah, there are annoyances and pressures...99.5% coming from outside sources...But I can't imagine life without him. Or without my baby. In fact, I can't imagine a full day without my little one smiling and singing to his mama and his daddy. I have a wonderful man who I love with all of my heart. And it's a great feeling to know that we made a covenant before God that he's not going anywhere and I am not going anywhere. I will wake up everymorning in Hubby's arms until I draw my final breath. And I am ecstatic to think that two of my friends - who are perfect for each other - will have what Hubby and I have. And will be as happy as we are. I am already praying that God will bless their life together...and give them LOTS and lots of babies...little friends for Peanut. Yeah! Besides...there just might be European Odyssey 2008...maybe...Or maybe just Tour America 2008...in a car...so I don't have to die in an airplane...

Being sick when it's warm outside is a pain in the heinie. I feel so bad I don't even feel like eating pickles.

I had a dream that I kissed George Clooney...in a laundromat...twice. (Or rather that he kissed me. And all that I could think was that he wasn't as good a kisser or as cute as Hubby. But he was soooo nice.) And Hubby wasn't the least bit jealous when I told him. He was a little mad that I called him just "George" instead of Mr.Clooney or George Clooney. But - like I told Hubby - after you kiss someone, it is perfectly fine to call them just "George." Especially if you kiss them twice. And especially if you kiss them in a laundromat.

Pickles

I am devoting this whole blog to the wonderfulness that is the baby kosher dill pickle. I have always been partial to a cold, crisp dill pickle...especially with a good book. But I have been on a quest lately to find out if there is a food that doesn't taste great when eaten with a pickle. So far, the only thing that is disgusting when eaten with a pickle is barbeque sauce. That is just nasty. But here is a list of things that taste really great with pickles.

1. Chocolate icecream. That is an awesome combination. Especially with Food Lion brand baby kosher dill pickles. So wonderful. I eat it for breakfast most mornings.

2.Strawberries. So refreshing. Strawberry juice is also wonderful when eaten with a pickle.

3.Semisweet chocolate chips. If you must eat garlicky pickles, then this is the best way to eat them.

Hmmmm....Maybe cheese and pickles...Cheese fondue and pickles!!!!! Yum- o!!!!!!!

Oh! And I almost forgot one of the other great pickle combos!!! Buttercream Icing!!! Woohoo! That is some good stuff. I sort of want to buy a container of icing and a jar of pickles. But wait...There are pickles in the frig. Hubby says that he thinks that it is gross. But I think that he is just missing out. Just like how he won't eat okra. Weird.

WooHoo!!! It's Pacey!!!

Look at what she's done to my Pacey!!!! That hoochie needs to leave my beautiful, preppy Pacey alone!
Pacey - loose the curly-cue! It just looks weird.

Anyways...Hubby is way hotter than Pacey. And I still think that one day - just maybe- Hubby will let me shave him just like Joey shaved Pacey.

But I still think that the hoochie with Pacey has no fashion sense. After seeing some of the pictures of her on the red carpet...Please! Honey, if you have money out of the wazoo... But money can't buy style. If you ain't got it, you just ain't got it. I'm not saying that I have it...but I'm not walking around in ugly designer duds on the red carpet...with horrible hair and makeup. And she definitely ain't got it. Hoochie Mama!!!!I bet she smells like a French floozy...You know how they never take baths ...and you know how heathen that country is.

EWWWW!!!!!

Oh, wow! People are crazy. I can't believe this...But read this. Yet another reason I will not fly...How gross to be stuck on a plane with a woman like that for the duration of the flight!

A few random thoughts on the Christmas season...

Oh, Christmas tree!!! Oh, Christmas tree!!!!

Tonight we put up our Christmas tree. Today was wonderful. Not only did we put up the tree, but we rearranged all of our living room furniture. And put some of it back the way that it was before we messed with it today. (I love rearranging furniture. It gives me an adrenaline rush.) And I let Hubby put tacky colored lights on the tree instead of elegant, beautiful white lights. And we ate Zesto burgers for dinner. But the best part about today...I had Hubby at home with me and Peanut all day!

We decorated our mantlepiece with a pineapple. It is so bootifullll!!! I love Christmas!!!!

One small correction to the last blog...Daddy does help Mama make the turkey. Thanksgiving day tradition. And Daddy helped Mama do all of the dishes. And the turkey's name is always Lurkey. Some things never change. And I am so glad that they don't.

I really, really love tradition. I like knowing that on some special days, certain things will always happen. Just like presents undere the tree...Okay, it's nice, but I'm kidding. No, seriously...I like knowing that on Christmas Eve we will always have ham and potato salad. And I like driving around with hot chocolate and doughnuts to look at all of the Christmas lights. And I love getting dressed up just to come to the dinner table for Christmas dinner. But there's a funny thing about traditions...Traditions change. And it doesn't really bother me. Because life changes...so traditions change to accommodate life.

For example...Last year was my first Christmas as Hubby's old woman. (For some reason, that phrase just tickles me...But I don't know why...) So I traded out the tradition of waking up Mama and Daddy to go see what Santa brought for the tradition of waking up in my husband's arms and drinking coffee with him under the tree as we open up our presents for each other. And while I will always treasure the memories of being in my parent's house...I wouldn't trade my new tradition for the world.

Here's another one for you...When I was a child, my brother and I would always go play with all of our toys while Mama and Daddy finished cleaning the kitchen. Now...I will clean the kitchen and listen to my little boy play with his presents from Santa. And I can only hope that Peanut will have brothers or sisters that are as wonderful as my brother - and as much fun.

Some things never change, though. And that is where God comes in. While the rest of the world is constantly changing and life never stays the same...I know one thing that is eternally the same. There really is no shadow of changing with Him. He is the same today as He was yesterday or will be tomorrow. And I praise Him for that. So He will always be there...even after life here is gone. And that is the only thought that keeps me sane sometimes. So, this Christmas, the tradition that I am looking forward to most of all is just sitting cuddled up with my husband and son while we read the Christmas story and praise a Savior who would humble Himself enough to come down to earth as a baby to die a cruel, undeserved death on a cross to pay for our sins. That truly is amazing love.

Don't ask me why I have tears in my eyes when I think about this. I guess somethings are just too great to think about with dry eyes...

Baaaaaa!!!!!!!Gobble Gobble

Have you ever woke up praying at the top of your lungs? I woke myself up last night praying at the top of my lungs for someone that I love. I was asking God to bind Satan from trying to influence their life and tear down their faith. It was almost scary. But one of my prayers was fulfilled in that. I want to have God such a huge part of my life, that even when my conscious thought is cut off, He is there in my mind and heart and thoughts. I don't want to serve God just half-hearted. This is going to be all or nothing. I can't only give part of myself. I want to be completely obedient, and I want to be punished when I am not. (Hebrews says that God punishes those He loves.) And I want to live in a state of constant, perpetual prayer.

Hubby is sleeping in front of me. I married a very handsome man...who is also a very hardworker and a wonderful father...I am a pretty lucky girl. I need to wake him up so that he can go to bed, but I feel bad to wake him even for that.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving...or today, rather. Only the second Turkey Day spent with Hubby and the first spent with my little boy. Tomorrow is a big day. Hey...It's the first T-Day in 4 years that I haven't done some kind of work. Last year I worked the finish line at a race. The year before I worked all day at CVS. And the two years before that, I worked at the Cancer Center. Hospital food is pretty yucky...and especially on Turkey Day. And especially for a vegetarian. Thank goodness for Mama's cooking.

Can you always be polite and still preach the message of God? Jonah was anything but nice and polite to the Assyrians in Ninevah. He told them that they were going to be destroyed. They decided to change their ways so that God would take compassion and mercy on them. I don't know if it would have worked if Jonah had sugar-coated his message. But then again...I don't think that it was anything that Jonah did...I think that God used Jonah to speak to people...But I can relate to Jonah. I would have had a hard time preaching to the Assyrians...especially if I had claimed fame by prophesying against them. Jonah is a deep book. It really amazes me how a story that I have heard from infancy can still be teaching me new things even now. Praise God.

I just want to be a sheep...Baaaa Baaa Baaa. I just want to be a sheep...Baaa Baaa Baaa...
Pray the Lord my soul to keep. I just want to be a sheep.

I don't think that anyone will ever know the peace and joy and closeness to God that is felt by a parent as they join hands with their spouse and pray over their sleeping baby boy - until they actually experience it for themselves.

Christmas shopping is sooooooo much fun when you are shopping for a sweet baby boy!!!!

Jonah is an awesome book of Scripture. Don't let the story line rob you of deep truth.

God blesses families who read the Bible together and pray together.

My little boy should get a visit - and a present - from the Happy Thanksgiving Turkey. Wait - maybe it should be the Happy Thanksgiving Indian or the Happy Thanksgiving Pilgrim instead of the animal that we slaughter and feast upon on that day.(That would be the same as if Santa Claus were the Christmas Piggy that brought you presents.) Well, actually I don't slaughter it...I buy it already dead. But Hubby and Mike and Daddy are threatening to go turkey hunting...Gross...and mean. Anyways...I think that I should invent something that can give my little boy presents on every holiday. Wouldn't that be awesome?

Oh, for a pair of marabou slippers!!!
So fluffy ...
and sexy...
and ultra-feminine...
and flirty...
and...high heels to wear with a nightgown!
What a concept!

I haven't really written lately about what God is doing in my life...So here are some verses that God has given me that have really caused me to stop and think.

Sow for yourselves righteousness,
reap the fruit of unfailing love,
and break up your unbroken ground;
for it is time to seek the Lord,
until He comes
and showers righteousness on you.
Hosea 10:12

Do not be anxious about anything,
But in everything,
by prayer and petition,
with thanksgiving,
bring your requests to God.
Phillippians 4:6

"Then she will say,
'I will go back to my husband as at first,
for then I was better off than now.'
She has not acknowledged that I was the one
who gave her the grain, the new wine and oil,
who lavished on her the silver and gold -
which they used for Baal.
Therefore I will take away my grain when it ripens,
and my new wine when it is ready,
I will take back my wool and my linen,
intended to cover her nakedness...
I will punish her for the days
she burned incense to the Baals;
she decked herself with rings and jewelry,
and went after her lovers,
but me she forgot,"
declares the Lord.
Hosea 1:7-9,13

Here is what I get from all of this - I need to be able to realize that I can ask God for anything. Not just spiritual stuff. But anything. He really wants me to. By not doing that - I put limits on what I think that He can do for me. I am telling Him - "Hey, Lord, that's not a God thing. So, I'll take care of that one. And if I can't take care of it...Well...I just won't get it." Okay, that is stupid. First of all...anything that I have comes from Him. The grits in my tummy...The shirt on my back...My sweet baby boy...My house...Ultimately He provides everything for us. We are just dirt. We don't deserve anything. So you worked to pay for your stuff. SO WHAT? God gave you the job - didn't He? So that argument is over. But when I get things from Him - no matter if it's something that I don't really think about, such as another breath of air, or if I find a million, unclaimed dollars on the sidewalk - it all comes from Him. We tend to think about the people in our lives who put us in contact with good things. Or maybe it's your job. It might be your education that you feel has blessed you. Or maybe it's just good luck, right? Wrong. Every good thing that we have is from God. And sometimes things that we might feel just are rotten, are really for our good. Can anyone remember the verse that says that God works all things to the good of those who love Him? So when you deny God the glory for giving you what you have, you ultimately give the glory to the "Baal" in your life. And that ain't cool. So that is something else that I have been thinking about.

And then there is always just the thought that just acknowledging that God is Lord with my lips and mind isn't enough. No - I don't believe that we are saved by works. That is a bunch of hooey. But, people, faith without works is dead. Seriously dead. If you don't work a field, and constantly remove the weeds, that land is going to be worthless if you try to plant something in it. And I don't care if you think that it was completely clean in the beginning. It might have been. But if weeds were once in a piece of earth, they kind of like to pop up magically in that earth again. And if you think that this is just something that I am infusing with my own, made-up ideas, read the Bible. Over and over again God compares His people to fields. What kind of harvest are you going to have? And it's not like you can get rid of the weeds yourself, because that's just crazy talk. But you have to constantly ask God for the weed-killer - His grace and forgiveness. (Don't you just love examples?) To tolerate any kind of sin in your life is to separate yourself from God.

And I don't know about you - but I can't have that. More and more I see myself as a needy, unruly child. I can't be left on my own for a second. I need to have God's presence in my life 24/7. Because I know how to pull a temper tantrum. And I am greedy and gluttinous - don't get me around chocolate cake... And I don't always play well with others. So sometimes I need my Heavenly Daddy there to remind me of what I need to do. And to give me a spiritual spanking when I disobey.

So anyways...all this just to say that My Heavenly Daddy and I had a wonderful talk this morning. He's with me all day long - but sometimes I just need a cup of coffee and a long talk. And my little boy was right there listening to the whole thing. I want him to learn how to really talk - not just the small talk stuff - but really talk to his Heavenly Daddy, too. It makes life so much better. I feel refreshed, happy - joyous even. And every talk we have, I fall a little more in love with Him.

My mind is too full for sleep. I am so tired. But I can't relax enough to go to sleep. The past few nights - after Hubby and Peanut were fast asleep - I took a nice, hot bubble bath and read. Ahhhhh.... Now that's relaxation. I read To Kill A Mockingbird. What a wonderful book! I was greatly impressed by the writing style as well as the subject content. And I just finished reading Johnny Tremain. That's a good book, too. I can't believe that I never read that before.

The only problem with staying up after everyone is asleep to read is that I haven't gone to bed before about 3am. When I have no other distractions, I usually can't put a book down until my eyelids refuse to stay open any longer. It's so nice to be able to read books of my own choosing again.

Speaking of reading...I have finally gotten the courage to accept the fact that God wants me to read the minor prophets. I don't know why I have wanted to put off studying these books. But being obedient to the Spirit's leading is really paying off. My time of studying God's Word has really been blessed. And God has blessed me with the time to do it. Time that I used to spend drinking coffee and eating toast. You know...A very wise man once told me "Vic, you can't give anything to God. He gave you everything that you have, so technically it's His anyways. You don't really have anything to give." What an awesome thing to think about.

I am seriously thinking about giving up the blog. My life is just so busy now. And the more I think about sitting down to type random things that expose the thoughts that I am not rude enough, or dramatic enough, or open enough to communicate verbally...It just sort of strikes me as weird. It is a great outlet to express my thoughts. Thoughts that I feel that good manners do not allow me to express fully in a society that totally disagrees with them...But my mind is too full and too tired to think about that tonight. To follow the example of Scarlett O'Hara, I'll think about that tomorrow...Because - after all - tomorrow is another day...

- Sometimes I wish that I could just shop on King Street and covet Jimmy Choos and quote Gone With the Wind just once more...

Thoughts on my new job.

So many things that I have learned...

I finally know what it feels like to be a servant...to serve those who you love. I finally know what it feels like to think that spit-up on a sweater is no big deal. To change a dirty diaper with the only thought of concern being how quickly you can clean a little bottom - not about how disgusted you are to do it. I know what it means to walk holding someone for hours as if they were weightless. I know what it feels like to sing until my throat is hoarse. I have learned that there are some expenses far more satisfying than new clothes and regular haircuts. I know how it feels to survive on restless, broken sleep because you wake up twenty times a night just to hear quiet breathing. I know what it feels like to fold the twenty-fifth cloth diaper of the day every day. I know what it feels like to play bodyguard over someone to protect them from the adoring masses at the grocery store. I can now say that I fill the role of personal chauffeur. And chef. And cupbearer...And jester...I know what it feels like to fill the hardest job I've ever attempted with the longest hours I have ever worked for the smallest pay that I've ever received.

But I now know what peace is when I watch him sleep. And I have received the biggest "thank you" that I've never heard when he smiles at me. And I know love like I've never felt before in my life. And I can say for certain now that God gives strength when you physically don't have strength to stand. And I know how it feels to have true, visible purpose attached to your life. I know what it feels like to have your heart almost burst with pride. I know what it feels like to want to protect someone from all of the evil and pain in the world. I know what it feels like to pray harder than I ever knew that I could for someone. I know what daily tears of thankfulness are.

I know what it feels like to be a mother...
And I know that these days must the be the happiest days of my life.

Autumn thoughts on an autumn day...

I decided to go visit my grandmother yesterday. And that was a good decision. I don't get to see her enough. And through no fault except my own. But, Peanut and I had a great visit.

And driving home...with Don Williams on repeat in the CD player...I realized that I really love this time of year and days like today. And it made me so glad. So...instead of an angry blog today, I decided instead to think about all of things that this season means to me.

So...here is my list.
This season means:
1.snuggling on the couch with Hubby on a cold evening.
2.chicken stew.
3.listening to stories about my grandmother's childhood and realizing just how lucky I am to have a grandmother to pray for me.
4.crying for no reason except that I have never, ever been this happy before in my life and my heart feels as if it were going to burst whenever I think about it-and I have always been pretty happy...
5.the mountains
6.raking leaves under the oak tree at my parent's house
7.roasting marshmallows with my family and friends
8.getting renewed urges to scrub everything in sight...(fall and spring, baby)
9.yellow wild flowers in the field next to my parent's home...and prayers of thankfulness that God is the Master Artist
10.hot chocolate and long, deep conversations with loved ones.
11.Christmas carols 2 months early
12.planning out my creation of a pumpkin spice cheesecake to make my pumpkin spice-obsessed hubby one of the happiest men on earth
13.day trips to 96,SC and the Middianite restaurant in Blackville
14.caramel apples
15.getting just as excited now as I was when I was 5 about wearing my cold weather clothes
16.USC FOOTBALL!!
17.dressing my little boy in snuggly feety pajamas
18.Don Williams
...and a million more memories...

But mostly it just reaffirms the feeling that I have always had that blood really is thicker than water. I think that Hubby is right - fall is a nostalgic time of year. And maybe that is the reason that I just feel closer to my family this time of year. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am preparing my heart for Christmas...Or maybe this is just prime season to eat Mama's biscuits...But whatever the reason, fall always makes me thankful for the fact that my family is tight like the Southern mafia...just minus all of the crime...

My mama pulled down a box of my stuff from the attic last week...And in it was an essay that I wrote for my 5th grade English class about things that I was thankful for. And I guess I haven't changed all that much. Because my relationship with God tops the list...and then my family follows. And not just that I have a family...But that we can talk about anything with each other...and that we have stupid jokes that no one else can really appreciate...And that we care what the deep down feelings of each other really are...And that we not only have a family relationship, but also a real friendship. Soooo...this year I am as thankful as ever about having such an awesome, wonderful growing family. (It seems as if Hubby and Peanut have always been right there.)

But it don't really matter how far you go...
I can still hear the soft Southern winds in the live oak trees.
And those Williams boys still mean alot to me- Hank and Tennessee.
I guess we're all going to be what we're going to be.
So what do you do with good ol' girls like me?

Can I please just say that I LOVE being a wife and mother? I have the best Hubby and Baby in the entire universe!!!!

Last night I invented a dessert. Imagine that. And Hubby likes it! Yeah for me! I am calling it "Apple Cinnamon Cheesecake." But...Maybe I need a more creative name? Any suggestions?

I made cubed steak and mashed potatoes for supper last night. My mom asked me today how I was going to top that one for Hubby. So...I guess that I will make my own version of "Rice Planter's Chicken." (Yeah, I try to improve Yesterday's recipes...)

Peanut is asleep. Poor little boy...He is teething. And it hurts. And all he wants is for his mommy to hold him and cuddle him. And his mommy is happy to oblige. Peanut likes the color red - alot. So, I have started to wear more red - and I am going to try to keep my fingernails painted red. Peanut and Mommy spend alot of time singing lately.

I just praise God everyday. There is something so special about seeing Peanut's face light up in smiles when I sing "Into my heart...Into my heart. Come into my heart, Lord Jesus. In today. In to stay. Come into my heart, Lord Jesus." God is so good to my family!

I bought the cheesiest work-out video umpteen million years ago when I had money out the wazoo and a very demanding 60 hr work week plus school classes plus an obsession with running 30 miles a week...(There was no time for sleep. And I wanted to workout more, hence the video because the gym closed at midnight...) I watched it for literally 30 seconds before I decided that it was a piece of cheesy crap. Now I can't run or go to the gym. So, I did the cheesy thing and worked out "cardio salsa" style. And...it's actually kind of fun. Especially when Peanut is on the floor scooting around and staring at Mommy as if she were crazy...And I got to see him roll over!

I am such a blessed woman. God has just showered me with his joy and blessings. And sometimes I feel guilty...because I know that I don't deserve all of this. But I will just sit back and thank Him for it.

If that annoying dog keeps barking...My neighborhood might just have one less annoying dog.

I can't wait for my handsome hubby to come home! I hope to have his dinner hot on the table when he walks in. And I am going to mop the floor - for the second or third time this week. I really like the way bleach smells. And I will vacuum the carpet for the fifth time this week.

Music is blasting from Thug Mansion - as usual. It is interfering with Baby's nap. I would like to pop a cap in their dog's heinie.

Peanut rolled over today - and I saw it!!! I was so excited! He cried yesterday morning, and when I went to change him - he was on his back!!!And the same thing this morning! And then today, he was playing on the floor on his tummy...And he flipped over!!! He is growing up so fast! Everyday is more and more fun with him. I can't imagine life without him!

And - while he is still Mommy's little boy...He absolutely goes gaga for his Daddy. Saturday he was lovin' having his Daddy home. And he didn't want to go to sleep last night becausee he was playing with Daddy. I love to see them play together!

...And he loves applesauce! He has started grabbing the spoon when I feed him. It's really cute - and messy. He gets applesauce all over his hands, my hands, his face, my face, his shirt, my shirt...You get the point. Feeding him is definitely an adventure.

I have given up on reading This Side of Paradise. What a boring book...Maybe it's just that my real life is so interesting...Or maybe I am too pre-occupied to read. (Who would've thunk it!!) But I really wanted to spank the main character after the first 20 pages. And the feeling only got stronger. The writing style is so freaking boring. It's all about this weird guy named Amory who has a horrid childhood with a weird, selfish mother who allows him to get drunk at a very young age...And laughs about it...And he goes to a prep school...And he goes to Princeton...And he makes friends...And I flipped to the back of the book and I think that he kills someone...Or covers for someone who kills someone. Anyways, the book is stupid. At least - that is my opinion. But opinions are like...um...hairbrushes...Everyone has one.

The Dr.Phil house makes me want to roll in the floor and hold my sides while laughing so hard that I cry. What a bunch of fat, sloppy hicks! (Boy, aren't I love and sunshine today?) But did you see it? These people's relationship began as an affair. Did ya really think that she would be faithful to you, bubba? She cheated on her old man with you! She don't care about the sacredness of marriage vows! They don't mean crap to her! As long as someone wants her fat butt, she's going to take them up on it. And don't tell me you're upset, Bubba. Because you cheated on your old lady with her...and dated her knowing that she was a cheater. So stifle those crocodile tears and quit stalking her. Get on with life.

My baby is teething...Poor little boy! I guess that he took his Uncle's words of wisdom seriously - "Peanut, grow two teeth. Then I'll buy you a steak." Gettin' closer to chocolate cake every day!

I might have some nice neighbors...They just walked up yesterday to talk to me. While I was ranting about how loud my ghetto nation neighbors are behind me. They also agreed about the loudness, though. They live four houses away from Thug Mansion.

We went to a neighborhood picnic today...And I know why the phrase "good fences make good neighbors" is soooo true. Wow. They were talking about each other like crazy - even the ones who were there, too... It was a big waste of time, and not at all fun.
But there were two lesbos there who were hanging all over each other and kissing. I almost threw up. Thank goodness Peanut missed that sight.

I like fragment sentences. What a way to express oneself... To use a fragment.

I am tired. End of blog.

It's a big, big world with lots and lots of pot that makes you see lots and lots of hippie sloths in your mind...

This song must have been written under the influence of lots and lots of pot. It freaks me out. And the show comes on just before Sesame Street - which Peanut loves...So, if one day my sanity is completely gone...You'll know what happened...It's really disturbing, y'all...

"Hey, give me another Nicotine patch. I think I still got some room on my butt...." Crusty the Clown...

I am really not this angry...I promise...

Hey, guess what!

My soon-to-be-lawyer is also my baby daddy. It might be the only thing that Anna Nichole and I ever have in common - if I believed that Anna Nichole's lawyer was really her baby daddy. I think that they are saying that just to get that freak of nature who had a "relationship" with her off of her back. She might want to come back to the USA at some point...

I am going to "baby-cise." That's where I use my child as a weight to get some serious bulk in my arms...Poor Peanut.

Wow - Rachel Ray is very loud. But I still like her. Weird.

I think that my weird, loud neighbors actually named the devil that is disguised as a dog "baby girl." Because they keep yelling for her. And it makes me want to punch them. I do not like having neighbors. I need a wall around my 2000 acres one day. No neighbors. Unless I have really awesome neighbors. But I have bad neighbor luck. At least they aren't yelling drunk outside of my bedroom window...

The guy on the news is bringing me good news. (Step onto soap box now...) Our city's wonderful politicians are actually doing something right. They are thinking about banning smoking in restaurants...and bars, which is just weird. But I like it. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE cigarrette smoke. It smells gross. And I feel like I am being smothered when I am in a smoky room. I hate eating at California Dreaming because you always have one smoke stack who puffs away and fouls up the whole restaurant. I don't want my baby around that crap. So I hope that they do ban it. Oh, yeah, I also hate cigars, pipes, hookahs (especially hookahs - I have only smelled smoke from a hookah once outside of a hookah bar in Asheville and it made me want to vomit. It was completely disgusting and offensive and gross. Of course, I was pregnant...) I would rather stick my nose in a dirty diaper than smell smoke. I hate it when my neighbors smoke outside and the smell lingers in the air. I greatly dislike smoke.What people do in their own homes is completely their business. So - whatever...But, anytime that I can smell it...I hate it. It's rude. It's offensive. It's disgusting. There are people that I know - and love dearly - who smoke. But if we talked about this issue, I would have to express my opinion - maybe, in a much, much, much more polite way, of course. But only with some of the people that I love who smoke. Some of them I have already told straight out how I feel...Some of them only when I was teeny tiny...

Here's a funny story...
Back in my early college years - back when I still thought that guys just come over to you and start talking to you for no other reason than because they just wanted to be your friend...I had this guy come over to the bench where I was studying outside. And we started chit-chatting...And pretty soon - being the mature 18 year old I am sure he was - he asked me if I minded if he lit up a cigarrette. (I think he was trying to impress me.) I thought that he was being a sincere gentleman, who was concerned for my lung's health and my state of mind. (Cigarrette smoke makes me angry sometimes...) So I told him that I did, indeed, mind. I think that I shocked the crap out of him. He already had the lighter going to the cigarrette...And we only had about 5 minutes before class. So...he kind of started backing up, but was still talking to me. I can't remember if I started going off on the detrimental effects of cigarrette smoke - both to the smoker and to those around the smoker...I remember that I asked my mom if I had been rude when I went home. She laughed. And she started to say "yes." Then she thought about it. And said "no." And I totally agree with her, though some other's might not agree. He did ask - didn't he? (And, by the way, the guy did talk to me all semester. And on the day of the final exam, he asked me to go with him to an 18-year-old's dance club. A most unsavory place in my mind at the time...So I declined his invite. But my commentary on his rude habit did not - I am assuming - influence his opinion of me. So... here's a sudden revelation...Maybe smokers don't think that smoking is rude. And if we told them, then they would respect that. Hmmmm....Somehow, I don't think that that would work on all smokers. The guy on the TV who is 100% against the ban shows me that...)

(Step off of soapbox...now...)

Today, I would like to slap...

Is it just me - or do the Clintons' just make you want to upchuck your cookies? Has anyone else been following that little Clinton interview story where he emphatically defended his stance on terror...Did he have one?

Read this.

Condy - didn't your mama ever tell you, "When you hear nothing, say nothing." I think that's a great saying. Sometimes it's just better to keep your mouth shut. But, instead, you wanted to play the five-year-old's game. Now - you just gave Senator Hillary Clinton the foothold to defend her neurotic, ignorant husband. Great going, baby...

And Hillary - Please!Your husband did a great job of demonstrating how a five-year old handles it when his daddy confronts him about the crack on the windshield of the car. Your husband is a big, whiny, perverted baby. And you would have left his heinie high and dry for your still secret lesbian lover - probably Rosie O'Donnell - if you hadn't seen that you could live out your Jackie O./Eleanor Roosevelt dreams when he philandered around on you during his governorship. Get a grip woman! You are one of those pushy, neurotic, rude, loud, overbearing women that I can't stand. Woman, thy name is "Satan."

People - I will make a confession. I have never voted before. It should be no secret that I don't like most politicians or the little games that they play. I don't trust them. I don't like the government. I think that the law is self-interested and easily used for personal gain by those in power. It's all just a matter of how well you know how to play the game. But...If Hillary runs for President - Well, just look for my big ol' booty to be registerin' to cast my vote agin' her.

On another topic, Did Jessica Simpson fire her stylist? She looks really awful lately. Hey! Maybe Nick really was her stylist! I heard gay guys have great fashion sense. Oh, yes! I did go there!

Watching Rachael Ray makes me feel Italian. But not hungry. What a great cooking show! But did you see the episode with the woman who was freaking out because she was having a dinner party for 7 people? Give me a break! I hope to feed more than that everynight around the family dinner table soon!

I think that our neighbors thought that I had left Hubby. During the time that he was taking the bar, we went out to dinner and back to the house so that I could pick up some things for the baby. And we had neighbors stop by who had never stopped by before - or since. And then last night, they asked me if I was working because they had not seen me around. And they said that they wondered what I was doing. I should have told them some elaborate story about how I left to live out my dreams of being a Vegas Showgirl, but missed Hubby too much. So he flew out to Vegas for a 48 hour trip to convince me to come back with him. And he lured me back with the promise of painting our kitchen. I should have made him promise to paint the bathrooms and the living room...and the dining room...

Hey! I am Super Mommy! I moved all of the furniture around all by myself yesterday! Woo Hoo for Girl Muscles!I think that this has inspired me to lift weights...someday. Maybe one day I will be a ripped muscle babe!!!

Flavored with 100% Pure Stupidity...

It's his choice, but did you ever hear the story about the guy putting the snake into his jacket? What a weird, weird thing to do.
It's kind of like - "Hey, children...Let's go play with that nice, friendly grizzly bear! Maybe it would like to go on vacation with us!" or..."Honey, let's adopt a serial killer who likes to rip the heads off of weird, stupid yuppies like us." or... "Hey, Bubba! Will you learn me that there game of Russian Roullette? I done put 6 new bullets in my gun."

The only thing saving his skinny white booty is the fact that millions of people all over the world worship the man...And even that may not be enough...

Oh, just read this.

This one's angry...

I want to punch Chavez in the nose. The only thing that he has going for him is a cool name. "Chavez" - without that name, he wouldn't even be worth his weight in decaying fecal matter - decaying camel, or is it monkey, terds. How the heck does he think that he can come here and insult my leader? When he picks the monkey terds out of his nose, maybe then he can smell anything. Sulfur my behind!!! He better get used to that smell. Oh, yes I did go there!!!!

Read this to see what I'm ranting about.

My New Greeting for Everyone - "What's Up, Baby?" ...Or - Yes, I am a geek.

I got inspired to blog today by Soft Scrub. Yep. I like it. Go look here.
I used to hate it. It does leave a scratchy, white coating on surfaces. But...It is a wonderful cleaner. I will mop my floors with it today. It works great if you mop tough spots with it first - then go back over with bleach. (By the way, I love, love, love the way that bleach smells...Sooooo clean!)
And...I like the commercial for soft scrub. Pink cabinets. A monkey slapping a man. And a cute kitty. Great commercial.
Look here for the great commercial!!!!

Have you ever thought about how weird the word "there" is? I fell asleep thinking about that last night. And dreamed about a skunk, which I kept calling a "pole cat" in my dream. Isn't that bizarre? (I like the word "bizarre." It just has a neat sound to it.) And "there" isn't pronounced at all the way that it is spelled. It is pronounced more like "thay-ur" - only really quickly. Maybe more like "thayur." Not "theer" or "ther" or "theeree." So why don't we spell it "thayer." Weird, huh?

I was sooooo happy yesterday that I cried. I was just driving to my parent's house...with Mick in his little car seat - we had just gone to Wallie World, where my little boy just cooed and smiled in my arms...We got to see a talking grill that freaked us out...And I was just soooo happy. I was just thinking about how good God is....And how blessed I am...And how much I love my Hubby and my little boy...And I couldn't help having tears in my eyes. I love my life!!!!

I really want to make a chocolate cheesecake. But I have to have other people eat it. I can't have cheesecake on my diet. But I want to make one.

OOOOOOHHHHH! I want hot pickles and ketchup!!! Yum!!! Not really the Mickey D's hamburger - just the hot pickles and ketchup...

GREEK FEST on Friday!!! Yahooo!!! I love Greek food! Spanokopita! Gyros! Lamb! Opa! Bring on the baklava, baby!!!

I miss my Hubby...I can't wait until Saturday!

Baba ganoush (did I spell that correctly?) and Damascus bread would be wonderful right now. I should probably go eat something...I have food on the brain.

It is cold. Fall is definitely here. Think about it...Cold mornings ( great for snuggling with baby!), Greek Fest, wonderful hazelnut coffee, and beautiful, sunny clear skies that can only be that clear when the air is crisp...Fall is here!!! Hello, Fall!!!!

Today is the day that Hugo visited Chucktown back in '89. I was eight years old. That was the first - and the last - time that I played stupid to get a little boy's attention. I pretendI wied that I didn't know what a hurricane was so that he would have to spend his whole recess explaining it to me. He was the brainy type. And I quickly tired of his boring talk...

My feet are freezing!!!!I will go clean in order to warm myself up. I am going to try to run today when baby wakes up from his nap. What a great day to run!!!!

Hey, want to read something bizarre? Read this.

This week, the Pope issued a statement which angered many Muslims. Actually, the statement also angered me. I guess that the Pope has never read the part in the Bible where Jesus reminded his disciples that you cannot serve two masters - you must always end up loving the one and hating the other. Instead, the Pope has shown his support for Islam because they serve one "god" and also worship Mary. You know - the last time I checked there was only one golden calf when Moses went up Mt Sinai. Stupid, stupid people!

But in his "I love Muslims - let's be friends..." speech, the Pope decided to quote from a text dating back to Medieval times. The text referred to the fact that Muslims like to kill people. And the pope said, "Hey, we love you Muslims. God doesn't like you killing us. Now, let's just all play nice." And his speech backfired on him. The Muslims resent the fact that anyone would actually say the obvious - that they like to kill people.

In retaliation against the pope, Muslim people have been committing acts of violence - to show that they are not violent people. Blowing up churches, shooting nuns working in a hospital in the back...Stupid cowards.

Well, Muslim people - I hope that you feel special. I hope that you feel like big, powerful idiots in your dirty little dresses and head towels. I have no respect for you. I feel sorry for you - you are blind and lost and you like it that way. You can shoot a nun in the back. You can use bombs to blow up buildings and churches. You can kill innocent children. And you can change the lives forever of children when they learn that Mommy and Daddy won't ever be coming home - because you big, "brave" people flew an airplane into the place that Mommy or Daddy went to earn money to support their family. I hope that when you look into the mirror to brush the camel crap out of your beards, you are happy with the miserable, cowardly people that you are. As for me, I am sick of you. You disgust me. I fear for your souls. But I have to admit that I have a hard time praying for anything other than revenge on you.

But I will say it - may God have mercy on you. You violent people who show no mercy or courage or love. May God have mercy on your souls.

Still painting...Yep. Still painting... But it looks great!!! I am very pleased with the finished result. However, I am not pleased by all of the paint still sticking to my body and hair even after I scrubbed my skin until it was red. Not fun. How in the world did I get paint all over me? I hate paint.

Sometimes I have to just sit back and watch what God is doing with my life...and I am amazed. I am definitely a "work in progress." Sometimes, I don't know why God doesn't just give up on me...But the important thing is that He doesn't. It really does blow my mind.

Peanut had apple flavored rice cereal tonight. He has displayed such an interest in watching me eat. I was holding him last week while I was watching Clifford the little red dog (that's a whole other story...) and eating almonds. I heard him laughing, and looked down to see him watching me chew an almond. So, I started talking to him...and kissing his cute little cheeks...And he stopped laughing. I ate another almond, and he laughed at me again. It was really bizarre. I think that he is really hungry. So, I fed him. And he loved it. He hates plain rice cereal. But he really loved the apple flavored stuff.

I found some recipes for baby friendly foods. We have a long time before he is eating cake and fish...But I have decided that I should practice cooking now. I want him to really love my cooking - bless his heart. Maybe if I only take him to nasty restaurants and not let him eat anyone else's cooking...Just maybe he will think that his mommy is the best cook ever...I could just "make" my world-famous tiramasu complete with stencilling and plastic packaging for him...

I almost made it. I was only going to eat chocolate and icecream all day today. I made it until about 6pm - and then I ate a Lean Cuisine pizza. That's what I call healthy eating. All of the sweets that I had eaten were Weight Watchers. What a diet!

The guy from the Red Hot Chili Peppers dances like a little child. And I think that it looks fun. And I would love to convince Hubby that we need to dance like that around our living room - and jump on the couch...and the bed...and the guest bed...Doesn't that sound like fun?

I am listening to Chopin - Waltz in A minor. Wow. Chopin always takes me back to the day...and makes me want a piano more than almost any other nonliving thing that exists...Do non-living things really exist? Anyways...I probably couldn't even play any Chopin piece anymore - it's been soooo long...

Somehow coffee just goes so well with classical piano music. Or any music if the truth be known. I like the way lamp light looks in a room. So warm and comforting. Friendly without being obnoxious. I like the way you can transform a room just by placing a lamp in a different location in the room.

The painting is still coming along...Painting trim and cabinets is a pain in the rump. And I can't cook with the kitchen looking like this. It bugs the devil out of me. I actually miss cooking. I dislike eating out greatly...Grease does not equal appropriate seasoning for food.

I am going to paint my livingroom the "Belgian Waffle" color - a warm, sunny yellow...And I will paint my dining room the "Pony Tail" color - a mild beige color...How very earthy of me...I am not usually an "earthy" sort of person when it comes to color...I like sage green. The rest of my imaginative color pallette is something like reds - albeit, a more calm sort of red - and clean, crisp blues...and yellow - lots and lots of yellow. I love yellow. As far as decorating goes...I love it more than pink.

Peanut just got home from having a day with my daddy. Peanut missed mommy lots and lots. I missed him, too. Somehow there is peace and happiness when he is in my arms...no matter what else is going on around us.

I am covered in white paint. I never thought that I would willingly paint a wall white. But when the cabinets and trim are beige and the bottom of the chair rail is yellow...I guess white ain't so bad.

Hubby is coming home with sushi - soon I hope. I am starving...And anytime that sushi is involved...Let's just say I'm ready to eat.

Hey, I want a face painting. Don't you?

Fall is here...

I hate wallpaper. As simple as that. I hate the way that it looks, the way that it feels, the way that it makes my life suck to take it down... In short, wallpaper is from the devil.

Hubby and I have been redecorating our kitchen. We took down the hideous magnolia border and striped wallpaper that did not match the green paint on the bottom of the chair rail. And we primed. And reprimed. And now we are painting...everything. We are painting the walls...the trim...the cabinets. It'll look great once we're finished - if we ever finish. I am used to projects taking maybe a day or two. Not a week. I guess I never knew how efficient my parents are at projects like this. And I never realized how slow Hubby and I are. It's killing me. I can safely say...I never knew what a pain in the butt taking down wallpaper was. It is from EL DIABLO. My parents have never taken down wallpaper. They hold the same aversion for the stuff that I feel.

Last night, I was playing on the floor with Peanut while Hubby was upstairs. When Hubby came down and sat next to Peanut, Baby got soooo excited to see his Daddy!!! He started laughing and kicking his legs like crazy. I have never seen him quite that animated. I think he is becoming a Daddy's boy. That's perfectly okay with me - as long as he remains his Mommy's little boy as well.

I have made my son a promise. Mommy will not eat chocolate cake until he can also have some. Somebody knock on wood that he will not have a chocolate allergy. That would be a disaster. I think that I would seriously lose my sanity.

When will the kitchen be finished?!! Probably when I stop blogging and go paint it. That's right - I guess I forgot that I can't paint and blog at the same time.

I want to paint the living room. I found a color called "Belgian Waffle." Sounds nice, huh? I like it. It makes me hungry. I am always hungry. I hate diets.

Baby won't sleep. I rocked him to sleep - twice. But everytime that I move, he wakes up. I put him in his bed and covered him over with a blankie. He saw me and started lifting his head and crying. So, I am upstairs...blogging...and listening for him. He quit crying when he couldn't see me. I guess he never really started crying...He just kind of went "Eh!" a few times...Well, he is cute, anyways. And I really don't mind holding him all day. In fact, I kind of like it.

I am going to make another pot of caramel truffle coffee. And I will drink it all myself...with hazelnut creamer. Yesterday was the first true day of fall - at least for me. Fall is coffee season. And coffee season never stops for me - it just starts on the first day of fall...And ends on the last day of summer. Kind of like icecream season. It starts on the first day of spring...And ends on the last day of winter. Or chocolate season...It starts on Feb.14th and ends on Feb.13th. It's a great system...

I guess that I should paint now. Hubby is going to cook me a wonderful, gourmet dinner complete with candles and soft music when the kitchen is finished - he just doesn't know it yet. I wonder when I should tell him...

I am an art imbecile. Take this test to see if you are one, too.

Survey Says...

This is a survey that I made up. The answers in pink are mine. The answers in blue are Hubby's. Hubby is not aware of my answers...and I answer first, so I don't know his either...

1.Who is a bigger ho - Nick or Jessica?
Definitely Nick...But Jess is a huge ho as well.
Madonna.

2.What do you like least about wallpaper?
That it even exists.
It's existence.

3.What do you like most about wallpaper?
The fact that when you wet it with fabric softener and peel it off...It reminds me of the way that my skin peels when I get sunburnt...But I haven't really been sunburnt in so long, I barely remember what it's like.
Nhhhaaa...

4.If you were a stripper...What would your stripper name be?
Splenda.
Pabst Blue Ribbon Heather.

5.If the moon were bar-b-que spare ribs, would you eat it?
Only if it were mustard or ketchup based barbeque.
Of course. Especially if it were vinegar barbeque.

6.Have you ever stuffed anything up your nose?
No. But I read a book about a boy who stuffed pebbles in his nose. I always wondered what it felt like.
Sure. What else is a midget for?

7.Who is better...Old Yeller or Lassie?
Definitely Old Yeller...until he went loco...
Old Yeller was way cooler. However, I think Sounder could of kicked both their butts.

8.Who would make the best President ever?
Jerry Garcia would have made a great President. But maybe Jimmy Buffett now. Or ...the best President ever would be Hulk Hogan.
Jean Luc Picard. With Chubaka as his vice-president.

9.Can the government be trusted?
Heck fire no! The law is self-interested and twisted and corrupt. There is no justice. They really do listen to every phone conversation with this big machine...And when certain buz words pop up, they red flag you. And then you might be audited by the IRS...or something worse...I shudder to think...
It depends. Is that capitalized?Yes.Pink Floyd's mother says the government cannot be trusted.
10.Who is the cutest baby in the world?
Mommy's little Micky-Bear!!!!!
Peanut. My baby-mama's baby.

It's Pacey!!!!! Don't you just love Pacey? I do. Do you remember when Pacey and Joey got locked into KMart? And Pacey let Joey shave him? And they almost kissed? I think that was sooo beautiful. Since watching that, I have always wanted to shave someone. I wonder if Hubby would let me shave him...

I think that Dawson handled the matter like a true gentleman. Anyone could tell that he really, really loved Joey. But he knew that she loved Pacey. So Pacey ended up with Joey. And Dawson had that great career where he wrote that series about all of them...and in the series he got the girl. Beautiful.

I tried to read a Conneticutt Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain. What a horribly boring book! I couldn't get past the first 50 pages. So...I am now reading This Side of Paradise by F.Scott Fitzgerald. I think I like it. I haven't gotten very far, yet...But there is just something so refreshing about Fitzgerald's realistic, sarcastic take on life. I think that it is good to read that view point, too, instead of always reading the sugary sweet views expressed by other works of literature. I think that is why I like Charlotte Bronte. She just realizes that some things about life just suck sometimes. But you deal. And I like Jane Austen...well, for many reasons...but alot because of the way that she always has one character who puts it to pretentious people...in one way or another...either to their face (which is always best) or behind their backs in a mocking way. And all of the dances. I like the parties where the fashionable people don't have poise or grace or good manners. Wow. I really love Jane Austen.

It is sooo much fun to try to name your future children. It has become a hobby of mine. I love my baby!!!I want lots and lots and lots of babies!!!

No, Joshua Jackson will never be just Joshua Jackson to me. He will always be Pacey.

Have you seen who that ho Jessica Simpson is dating now? My man John Mayer. But that's okay. Hubby is much sexier than John Mayer. And since he lost me to Hubby (we were going to get married), he just let himself go. So Jess can have him. Plus - Jess may be a ho...But Nick is a man-ho. Yep...I said it.

A fly is having babies in Hubby's coffee. I hate flies. I can't find a fly swatter anywhere.

Doc, I was thinking this morning about our old trips to Chucktown. And how much fun we had! Shopping on King Street...going to the beach...One day...we will have to go there with the hubbies. Especially since you are getting married this spring! Yeah!


hubby says "No." Hubby will say "yes." I just have to keep nagging him until he lets me shave him...

"Oh, so you are awake." Yes, I am awake.

Update to Haircut Day...Let me take a deep breath and remember that my hair is not a reflection of who I am...
Baby was really wonderful for the first twenty minutes. After that he fussed mildly...(It started when the hairdresser covered my face with my hair.) Then he screamed alot. But he was so cute, and he stopped crying the minute I picked up his carrier. Just too much estrogen floating around, I guess...

I ate sushi last night...Yum...Sushi... It was sooooo good. Yummy sushi...

The only court trials I like are the ones on TV so that I can laugh at Cinnamon the Stripper screaming with Destiny the Psychic about twenty-five dollars that one "loaned" the other ten years ago when they were drunken college girls. (Okay, so maybe it couldn't have been ten years...But some of those cases happened a long time ago...)

I think that people subconciously name dogs "Lady" so that they will have a good stripper name...Or maybe it's their kids that will have a good stripper name...Why do I think that an occupation that is so loathsome is sooo funny? Maybe it's because everytime I think about Cinnamon the Stipper, I see an 85-year-old woman in some wild outfit going to the local church for a fundraiser striptease...Didn't I tell you that I was weird? Someone - actually more than one person - has told me that I would be so much fun if I ate a special type of brownie...I don't know what they mean...

I must clean...I must clean...But I already did the fun stuff yesterday...I scrubbed the kitchen counters and floor and the bathroom floor and ...well...the bathroom. Today I have to fold and put away the clothes that I washed, and dust and vaccuum. I hate doing that! And...CRAP...I have to iron. Ironing is from the devil.

Yoga pants are good cleaning pants...They are most unattractive on me, however...But it doesn't really matter, does it?

Chocolate toffee popsicles make a wonderful breakfast...followed by hearty helping of whipped cream...But the popsicles are weight watchers and the whip cream is fat free. That makes everything okay...

Thanks, Aunt Faye, for the great memories of the breakfast that Michael and Savanna and I ate with you. I think every adult should let kids eat pound cake and chips and coke for breakfast...at least once in awhile...People are too uptight about food. Life is too short for that.

Bon Appetite!!

Today holds all the promise of a new haircut. That could be good - or that could be a disaster.

I am taking The Mick with me to the salon. I hope that he does not 1) cry or 2)flirt too much. That boy loves to flirt! You should see him smile and laugh and grin at people...He's soooooo cute!!!An old lady touched him on Saturday. I didn't like it. I was holding him as close to my body as was possible. And she touched him anyway - after parking her caddy in the three spaces next to me...

"How cute is that baby..." And she touched his leg and his arm. I was freaked out. What would she do if people just came up and touched her leg?

Harry Morton bought Lindsey Lohan a puppy to "make her calm down." Isn't that weird?

I was looking at hairstyles online last night. I keep going back to the Jennifer Aniston bob...But apparently no hairstylist can replicate that in their memories...How do I know? They tell me. Weird. I don't even know if it would work on my super curly hair. What I wouldn't do to make my hair grow! (And maybe just be straight for a little while...)

Coffee is a wonderful substance. Hubby's coffee was wonderful last night. We tried to go to Wired Bean - a great coffee shop, for Lexington...- but they were closed yesterday. We had already left The Mick with his grandparents (which, by the way, he has right where he wants them). So we went to Books A Million. Hubby got coffee, but I thought it best that I skip the caffeine. Wow, that was good coffee...

Hair cut time...

Sometimes I forget that God did not create us to be completely independent creatures...Those times never last long...maybe an hour...minutes...seconds...Then I come crashing back into His arms and your arms...Will you hold me there for a while and let me rest?

It's so nice to wake up with them...They look alike...only different sizes...And my cheesy soul adores both of them...

No matter how much I pretend I don't care - I do care. But you already knew that...

I want to swing...I want to soar high into the air and come racing back to the ground and then back into the air and then back to the ground...And I want you beside me...And I want laughter...And I want sunshine...And I want an early autumn day...I want to feel like I'm flying and that sad things don't happen ever and there is no hate and chocolate has no calories...

Sometimes run-on sentences are the only way to express yourself. I like being completely liberated from the tyranny of grammar.

You think that I don't like "different." But how could I not like different? I am different. Different is what I know. It is the differences between us and you and him and her and them that let me see a glimpse of your and his and her and their souls...It is so hard to see someone's soul. Sometimes it is dirty and torn and tramped upon. Sometimes it is radiant and clean and pure and beautiful. Sometimes it is bleeding and pained and injured. But their are walls up. They won't let me or you or them see. They want to hide their souls. I wish that everyone would break down their walls. Or at least put up a fence that would let me get just a glimpse. I wish that I knew how to let you and him and her and them get a glimpse of mine. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. But I don't believe them. Everyone has a part to play...

I like green and yellow and red and blue and PINK and black...Yes, I like black. And black IS TOO a color! They even made a black crayon. And a white crayon. And a pink crayon...But the pink and white and yellow don't really show up on white paper. They just make the page look glossy.

Why does everyone want to sleep like a baby? My baby wakes up about every few hours. You should want to sleep like me in my pregnancy days. I used to sleep for a long time. Not now. But that's okay.

Mmmmm...I was just thinking about nice things...I was thinking about my baby and InStyle magazine and pink stillettos and big, dangly earrings and cotton candy and poodle puppies and runs in the rain (that would be a good Indian name) and pink roses and Vera Wang fragrance and big bows and sage green curtains and Ethan Allen settees and empanadas with cold coffee and smiles on a friend's face and kisses from Hubby and 1/2 point chocolate popsicles and chocolate birthday cake and the way it feels when Mama rubs my hair and cookie monster and my friend's new cat (though I haven't seen it yet, but it sounds like a very nice kitty...) and happy days at the lake with my cousins during childhood and BIG families and how wonderful my family is and HOW WONDERFUL IT IS TO BE A CHILD OF GOD! Praise God for the comfort that His love brings! Praise Him for His many blessings that He pours...not just gives...but POURS out on the undeserving, selfish, people who want so badly to please Him but can't do it on their own because they mess up so often so they beg for grace which He gives so freely!

I had forgotten how much I like the song "Mexico" by Incubus...or any other Incubus song... This song always makes me want to curl up in a cushion with a hot cup of coffee...

I think that I like Damien Rice...I had never heard any of his stuff...untill now...

She's such a fortunate fool...

I miss my baby...But I have had some really good sleep...I think that I will go get my little one SOON!!!!

It's all for you...You got me where you want...

Ooooooohhhhh....I am so hot...

I want to drive somewhere...I want to speed...I want to feel the air blowing in my face...I want to crank the music up so loud...I want to watch the countryside flying past me...

My body aches...

I want a motorcycle for Christmas...I miss the way it feels to go speeding through the countryside on one...Hmmm...Maybe I could convince daddy to take me for a ride...when I feel better...

Sometimes I want to look like the girls in the magazines...And then I think, "What does it matter anyway? We'll all look the same in a thousand years..." Morbid, huh? But, really...What's important is the part that won't just be dust...God, help me to remember this.

Let's go on a picnic...By a stream...

Further down the river...

I haven't felt the way I feel today in so long it's hard to specify...

Thoughts on being sick... :(

This is a weird day...
I had chills this morning...and now I am dripping sweat...I ache all over...I am going through baby-withdrawal - he's with his granddaddy...Pooh!!!!

Hubby is gone, too. He is watching a divorce of two lesbians...I am all alone...I think I will eat a can of worms...

I want to take a bath...but I am too hot to bathe now...Yuck!!!

Baby was smiling at mommy this morning when I picked him up. He looked puzzled when he saw his granddaddy downstairs...But he smiled at him, too. I miss Baby! I don't know what to do with myself when he is not around...Yesterday was a prime example. I had to go to Columbia to run errands for Hubby. So, Baby stayed with my daddy - who got off work at 12:30...I felt naked. I was never so glad to see his little, smiling face...Okay, maybe I am just as glad everytime that I see him...

Oh, little playmate..I can't come out and play with you. My dolly's got the flu. Boohoohoohoo! I can't slide down your rainbow into a pot of gold. But we'll be jolly friends forever more!

If only there were someone here so that I could whine to them...

What's your name, little girl? Tell me - what's your name...Shouldn't you stay, little girl? Well, there ain't no shame...
Heaven's to Bessy...Somebody ought to be ashamed! Wonder what their mama thought of them writing that song?

Lonely...I'm so lonely...I need somebody....HERE so that I can WHINE to them...Whining to oneself is not fun...

The Dull Thoughts that I Think...

Blame it on the web,But the spider's your problem now.
Language's the liquid we're all dissolved in.
Great for solving problems, after it causes problems...

Let's get away...Just you and me and him...and them...and that...and this...No, it would never work...

I'm tired of dreaming domestic dreams...I don't care about curtains, or blackberry cobbler...I want to be a child in my dreams...But all grown up...I want to dance in my dreams...Would you dance, too?

I want to laugh until my ribs hurt...I want to sing until I have no voice left...I want to scream until my throat aches...

If I hide, will you seek me? Would you wait for the count to end before you really realized that I was gone?

I want to be selfish...Please, can I be selfish? And not feel guilty....or - selfish?

I have to tell you "thank you." You won't even understand...But you smile when I talk to you...You stare intently and then you smile...I feel my heart glowing...burning brightly...radiating with love for you...We are starting with a clean slate and there are no walls to break down...Let's keep it that way. No walls...No divisions...Let's not hide our souls...Let's worship God together....Us...Not the parts that we play...Just me and you and him and them...

My soul is cheesy to the core. But I am not kool-aide. I thought that I was lemonade...for a day. But now I realize what I am. I am iced coffee...Bitter and refreshing - once you develop a taste for it...

My baby is very, very much like his mama. In alot of ways...But two specific ways, especially...
1.He fights sleep like crazy...Unless he finally falls asleep...Then he likes it alot and doesn't want to be awakened.
2.He likes attention...Yeah, that's right! I like 'lots and 'lots of attention, too.

Here are some other things that I have learned about my baby:
-His eyes light up and he smiles at the thought of chocolate cake and strawberries...just like his mama.
-He is definitely a morning person. Every morning he waits patiently for his mama to wake up...and then he screams to wake her up. But, when she finally opens her eyes, he rewards her with the biggest smile...and sometimes a laugh. What a wonderful way to wake up!!!!
-He loves bathes...and the swimming pool. He likes to kick his feet in water. And he is happy out-of-doors.
-He is STRONG. He can almost hold his head up without any help now. And he's already rolled over - even if it was only once - and the doctor says that is two months ahead of schedule.
-He is ticklish on his tummy and on his feet. But I only tickle his tummy because everyone says that if you tickle his feet he will studder.
-He likes long hair on girls.
-He likes cookie monster - even if cookie monster doesn't really eat cookies all of the time anymore. Apparently, cookies are a "sometimes" food...
-He is excited about being able to run with his mommy one day. You should see him smile and kick his feet when we talk about it!

Chocolate popsicles that are only 1/2 point are the bomb diggety...

I like the way you work it..No diggety...Got to back it up...

Baby doesn't like Modest Mouse...What's up with that? His mommy will have to teach him more about what good music is...Baby also doesn't like Banana Republic. He screamed until we left the store. You see, I only go where baby wants to go now...And I'm fine with that. You know, I only saw maybe one or two things that I liked in the store.

I like the way a crisp, tailored white shirt and tailored, well-fitting brown trousers with a slightly flared leg and thick, brown, mannish suspenders looks together. I don't know if I could pull it off, though.

I have determined that this season's fashions scare the bajeebies out of me. Skinny jeans? Leggings and tunics? What?! I definitely don't like skinny jeans. They look great on Nicole Ritchie. But I'm not a toothpick, honey. I definitely don't need to wear something that will make my butt look like it belongs to the marshmallow puff man. I do like tunics...Just not tunic sweaters. And I love, love, love sweaters. But I like sweaters that barely meet the top of my jeans. I like cable-knit pullover sweaters that look nice and neatly tailored to my body...Hence the diet before sweater season starts... And I like leggings...I sheepishly admit this one. But I am a little weird about the way that I would wear them. Maybe with heels...Heck, I would wear just about anything with a heel...But I think that I would actually prefer black, mid-calf leggings with black ballet flats and a short skirt. I had the cutest pair of black leggings when I was in fifth grade. They had black lace around the bottom...

I love the way that black lace looks...So demure...and sexy...How could you feel anything other than sexy while wearing it?

Kohls is going to be selling a line of Vera Wangs clothes...Isn't that weird...But still really, really cool...

Can a mommy get away with wearing clothes from Bebe? Or would she just look like horrible, super-slut, pretends-not-to-be-mommy Mommy of the year?

Something that I feel would be a very foolish, unpracticle purchase...But I still would kind of like to have...Black silk ballet shrug and matching boudoir shorts...But I would much rather have the blue silk charmeuse gown by Vera Wang. Much more practicle...


Wow...This is really a long post...

Friendships are a wonderful gift from God. I have never had a zillion, trillion friends...But the friends that I have are awesome, wonderful people. And I thank God for them...

Baby boys are a wonderful, wonderful gift from God. My little boy is asleep now. He was an angel tonight...as usual... I love him so much. Today, he was fussing, so I picked him up and started talking to him. And he laughed at me...Not just smiled...Actually laughed. I can't describe how that made me feel. It was his way of saying, "Mommy, I love it when you hold me and talk to me." His smiles are golden. And I love him with all of my heart...

I won at Monopoly tonight. I feel great! Doc and I made a wonderful alliance against Hubby and Verne. We beat those cheaters soundly... Can you believe that they don't pay rent unless you ask them before the next player takes their turn?

Hubby and I got to swim together today in my parent's pool. It was so much fun!!! That is only about the second time that we have gone swimming together since we've met. Weird, huh? We have both gone swimming separately - just hardly ever together...

Isn't it weird how a trip to the grocery store can become a fun date? Thank goodness for a mom and dad who absolutely love to watch their little grandson. Hubby and I have even been able to workout together in the evenings. I like it when we go to the gym, but going to run outside is so much better...Not only does it feel better on my body...It gives Hubby and I some alone time. Last night we went for a run...But only ended up running about a mile and walking and talking the rest of the way. It was so beautiful out last night...The sun had set, but it wasn't dark yet...I love that time of day...

Night time always makes me more pensive. I wonder if that is true for everyone...It makes me think more about the brevity of human life. It makes me evaluate my heart and my actions from the previous day. Time is going by so quickly. It won't be much longer until I am no longer here...What will my life mean? I know that God has a purpose for me...But am I fulfilling that purpose? I think that having a son makes me feel as if I were fulfilling my purpose...But it also makes me more wistful when I think of the short amount of time that I have here with him and Hubby. And, yeah, I know that any separation that I will have with them will be a short time in the long run of things...But in my human flesh...I can't help but feel that I might miss them. Wow. This is really morbid...and I am exposing my very soul. So maybe I should just stop here.

My little boy had to get his vaccinations today. He got five injections - two in one leg and three in the other. I felt horrible. He was smiling while they had me and Hubby hold his little arms. He must have thought that we were playing with him...And then the nurse stuck the needles in him. He cried. And I cried.

Sometimes, I think that my heart is going to burst I love that little boy so much. Baby boys are truly one of the most WONDERFUL gifts from God. It just makes me wonder at God's love for me that He would bless me by entrusting something so wonderful to my care. I love being a mother. And I love it more and more every day. Every pain that I felt while I was pregnant and while I was delivering him...and the week of recovery after...It was all worth it. Every sleepless night...for the past two months. It is worth it. There aren't very many things that make me as happy as seeing his little face light up in a smile. He is truly the sunshine in my day.

It's storming outside. I think that in everyone's childhood there should be an Aunt Martha to tell them that lightening comes from two clouds bumping into each other.

When I left the waiting room at the pediatrician's office today there was only one person waiting. When I was leaving...WOW! The waiting room was full of rednecks on parade...with their horrible, bratty, undisciplined children. I thought that I was going to pop a coronary.

I bought some new Aveeno calming lotion for Baby, but Hubby insists that it smells too feminine for Baby to wear. It's lavendar and chammomile. And he's a baby. Do you think that baby boys can wear lavendar and still retain their masculinity?

Isn't it weird how spoken language can either divide or connect two souls? I am reading Genesis now...

This dieting thing might work out after all. I have already lost a little bit of weight, and I am having a hard time eating all of my points during the day now. I guess that the first week is always the hardest week to diet. I had so many points left over tonight, that I ate a serving of popcorn and half a serving of light ice cream. To me...any day that I get to eat icecream on a diet is an awesome day.

Sometimes I wonder if it is weird to have unattainable dreams. Such as...I have always had the dream of having something that I have written published. Not going to happen. I know that. But it is still nice to dream. Dreaming is one of the many things that makes life a pleasure to live. I also dream about owning a pair of Marc Jacobs shoes...or Jimmy Choos...or Manolo Blahniks...or even Kate Spades...A girl can dream - right?

I wish that I had a fat...really obese cat...with clean feet...and orange fur...named Garfield. How creative am I?

I spit my pacifier out tonight...

Dieting sucks...I either eat too little or too much...Why can't I just be fat, happy, sassy, and just-don't-care?

All of me...Just take all of me...Can't you see - I'm no good without you? Take my arms, I'll never use them. Take my lips, I want to lose them...Your goodbye left me with eyes that cry...........
What is the rest of that song?

Are the words of the song really "raindrops on kittens"? Because that is what was playing in my mind. And I think that is really, really sad...Can't they even give the kitty a dry place to sleep?

I got fussed at tonight by alot of people for allegedly "spoiling" my son. Bah Humbug!!!! Just because he sleeps in my arms for most of the night doesn't mean he is being spoiled...It just means that he is spoiling his mommy. It is some of the best sleep ever - even if it isn't for very long at a time. And I like it when he cries to be held only by his mommy. I could hold him for 29 hours a day - if there were 29 hours in a day...Did I mention that I love my little boy?

Have you ever wondered who invented kissing? I sure like them.

Hey little baby let me light your candle, cause a' Mama I'm sure hard to handle now...
What does this mean?

Also the line - "That ain't nothing but drugstore lovin'..." Is that really the words?

I want to run for miles and miles and miles and miles....I want to push my body to the max. I want to feel the pain- and feel it stop when the endorphins hit...I indeed crave a runner's high...Euphoria is great - and free...Yeah for endorphins!!!!

I bought baby some more clothes tonight...It is better than shopping for doll clothes!!!!!

My mother was singing Pink Floyd songs with Hubby tonight...Isn't that awesome? Too bad I was in another room...

AND IT'S JUST A BOX OF RAIN! I don't know who put it there!

And it's just a box of rain - or a ribbon for your hair! Such a long, long time to be gone, but a short time to be there!!!!!!

I wish I had a ribbon for my hair...