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...