Note: she isn't officially 1 yet. We still have 9 days, but you know, the Holidays.
(Stella, I'm going to make a concerted effort to not make this excuse every year. You most definitely deserve your own day apart from "the season" and we will celebrate your day on your day.)
Another note: 1?
Another another note: No this carpet is not in our house.
Photo credit: Turtle Parade (thanks!)
And this was the next tweet:
wrestlingkittie I was just thinking that I am awesome, board games are fun, everyone poops, & cheese is the best! :) @MickeyDee3 minutes ago via txt
So here we go. Thanks WK for making it four subjects, I was trying to make this quick!
Wrestling Kitties is awesome. She is truly one of the funniest and most caring people I know. She goes out of her way to do kind things for people all of the time. She loves wrestling and may wind up being a crazy cat lady someday, but I still love her! Funny story: I remember her first day at work. Her office was a former closet. I had to help clean the papers and printer cartridges out of it before she started. And then I was told to keep it quiet. Our boss didn't want her to know that she was working in a closet. I think she figured it out in 2.2 seconds when she realized the door opened out and was barely wide enough to fit a desk. It also shared a wall with the bathroom, so she had to listen to people use the john and flush it all day. But she didn't complain about it, she just laughed. That's awesome.
Ooh, do I love me a good board game! I love it when the family gathers around for good healthy competition. But only when I win. Come to think of it, I haven't played a board game in a while, most games aren't boards anymore. I guess my favorite would have to be Sorry!.
Everyone Poops! Lordy, no one knows this better than me. I spend a lot time talking about poop. I guarantee that you could ask Wrestling Kitties, TwoPretzels, and Amber what is the first thing I do when I get home from work and they would know...
Cheese is the best! I survive on cheese. Cheese has seen a million faces, and rocked them all (except Stella's). It would be hard to choose my favorite kind - I love sharp cheddar, smoked gouda, havarti, asiago, cojack, gruyere, feta, and hard parmesan, to name a few.
This concludes our first installment of blogging other people's ideas. Who needs your prompts, NaBloPoMo? I've got 29 followers who can help!
We're in the home stretch. I feel invigorated. I feel ALIVE! I'm gonna try and make these last three posts something epic.
How's everyone doing after this holiday stretch? Solidarity, my brotha and sistas. I'm here for you.
He came home last night with a smile on his face so big that it brought tears to my eyes. He looked truly happy. It was amazing.
So I just wanted to take this opportunity to say that I'm incredibly proud of him. And I appreciate all he has done to provide a nice life for our family. And that I wish he could find better places to celebrate than Red Lobster.
If I still wrote for my college newspaper, this would be the point where I would grab a wine cooler to get myself loose and my thoughts flowing freely. But I'm passed that point in life. Plus, wine coolers are laughable forms of alcohol.
So today's post will be a collection of thoughts that pop into my head. There will be no rhyme or reason to them. Pure stream of consciousness. You ready?
"I thought Stella was getting teeth. I thought I saw the top of tooth, but perhaps it was food? Nothing has popped through yet. I wonder why?"
"My "friends" on Facebook really need to stop telling everyone to vote. Really person-I-went-to-junior-high-with, I should vote? Gee, thanks for the heads up. I only listen to P Diddy when it comes to voting."
"I have to use the restroom. Must mean it's close to quitting time."
"I really hate the restrooms here at work. I'll wait until I get home."
"Did I use correct punctuation so far in this post? Probably not."
"I have weird fingers. I don't like my hands, they're not very feminine. And they're dry and cracking and they hurt. Sorry, digits, it's gonna be a long winter."
"Where should we have dinner tonight? It was kind of a big day in the D house. Hopefully not Red Lobster."
"Who is to blame for the giant container of leftover Halloween candy sitting on our work cabinet? Imma kick them in the shins. Do they know how many Kit-Kats they've forced me to eat today?"
"My head itches."
"Co-worker just said that I'm known for one-liners and that I'm funny. That made my day. "
"It's time to go. Here I come Stella!"
I love that this NaBloPoMo month exists. I need motivation for things like this. It's like exercising. If left to my own devices, I'll never do it. But if I sign up for a class, I'm all in. And I usually sign up for a class once a year. Seeing as how there's only one or two months left in this year and I haven't taken any exercise classes yet (damn kid!), this will have to suffice. We'll call it my writing exercise.
And today it commences.
Look out, suckas! I hear there's free stuff on the line if I complete this. Ain't nobody or no thing gettin' in the way of me and free stuff.
(Look at that! I've already completed my task for the day. This is easy! Pimpin' ain't. But this is. And I may even have another up my sleeve.)
We were in California for Mike's great aunt's 80th surprise birthday party. I have heard a lot about this aunt and how terrific she is and Mike really wanted me to meet her. And being that she's 80, the chances of her flying here are slim to never happening. So we went.
The day before we left and the day that we did leave, I had that butterfly in the stomach feeling. But not in a good way. In a "I may hurl at any moment" and "who keeps punching me in the gut?" kind of way. I was sad. I didn't want to leave her, but since we were only going to be there for one full day, it just didn't seem worth it to take her and all of Babies 'R Us with us. Plus she didn't have $80 to check her luggage, so she stayed home with Grandma.
There were lists and friendly little (and not at all annoying) post-it notes left all over the house... here's how you feed her, this is what you push to turn on the dishwasher, this is where we keep her crib, this is how you breathe and blink. But don't blink because then you won't be keeping your eye on my daughter! And no parties! ... From what I can tell the rules were followed but maybe that's because my Mom is a good cleaner-upper? Who knows. The nanny cam I installed will reveal all.
We walked through the airport and even though I was carrying my luggage, my arms felt light. Something was definitely missing. It's not often that I walk around the house without a baby in my left arm. It's how we do things. She loves to be held and carried and I love having a really buff left arm. And so walking through the airport and having my left arm swing back and forth felt wrong.
I probably called home half a dozen times before we even got on the plane. I missed her every second and I just wanted to see how the first few hours were going. Plus I wanted to hear her little voice in the background. I heard laughing ... Can you believe she was laughing? Without me! Like my Mom is as funny as I am. Whatever, Stella.
No really, hearing her laugh made me feel a hundred times better. She was in a good place and was being well taken care of. It was a huge relief. I needed to hear it. And I needed the 3 alcoholic beverages I had in the airport. In the airport. I had a couple more on the plane, but Part II of this story will explain that further.
So we boarded the plane and headed out to Los Angeles. Our baby at home. Laughing. Me on an airplane. Slowly unclenching.
(Part II to come - How to Fly like a Baller)
It's hard for me not to tell her everything about my experiences because I want her to have her own and not worry about what anyone else did. If there's anything that I've learned from having a baby is that everyone (read: EVERYONE) has their own unique experience. No matter what, her delivery will be different from my delivery, her baby will be different from my baby and the way she handles both will be different from the way I handled them. It will be equally as awesome, but different. And I can't think of anything cooler.
I can't wait to meet her little person. I have a thousand stories I will share with him/her (even though I totally think it's a girl!) and the first one will be about how the two of us became friends 25 years ago and how our kids will have no choice but to be friends for life too. So deal with it!
Best wishes Turtle Parade! I will be thinking of you every second! Much love!
I think what I need to start with is a new template. I chose from the Plain and Boring catalog when I initially chose this. I thought I was going for simple but I think I ended up with the equivalent of an unsalted, unbuttered rice cake. There's no motivation to visit this blog. And there's no motivation to write on it.
So, I need a change. That "design your own blog" thing that Two Pretzels blogged about a while back is just the thing I need. I'm going to monkey around with that to see what it's all about and see if I'm smart enough to figure it out. I'm eager to see what's out there for poseurs like me.
For funsies, and because I'm committed to this two-way relationship, let's do this: in the comment section, tell me what you would like my first post on my new blog to be about. I'd like to know what the people want because then I can be sure that you'll come back to visit me. I'll choose one winner and just write about it with no prior announcement as to which one I've chosen. Sound like fun? It does to me!