Archive for March, 2007
It is SO unfair!
Apparently it is very, very hard to be an 8 year old girl on your brother’s 13th birthday. Being such a girl on such a day causes much pouting and crying and ultimately passing out in exhaustion on your parents’ bed.
Happy Birthday to the love of my life
He arrived at 7:39 a.m. thirteen years ago. It was the best moment of my entire life. I’ll be honest – my first thought was “Thank GOD that thing is out of me! I am finally myself again, free of that other being.” Little did I know. While my physical being was finally done being pregnant, my mental and spiritual self will never again be free of him. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
His voice is changing now, he needs to shower daily and wear deodorant. He gets pimples. But he still hugs me every morning before he leaves for school and says good-bye to me at least twice. He calls me “mumsie”; not sure where that came from but I love it. He is sensitive and he wounds easily; he teared up just yesterday while telling me that his social studies teacher “hates” him. He is smart – so smart that he rarely needs to study and that ends up causing problems in his homework habits. He is learning how to read people better, what magic words he needs to say to make his grandparents smile, to make his sister be quiet, to get his dad to give him money for a Mt. Dew.
I had this friend who completely understood my relationship with Gman. Every time I talked to him he would say “How is the love of your life? How is your boy?”
That boy makes me understand the word “wonderful”. I am in awe at the wonder of him, and so full of love.
Strange Bedfellows
Last night I had a dream that involved Keith Richards AND Tom Brady. Not at the same time, but still!
It iz lovely wezzer we ah ahving
I came home from a very good day at work. I changed into jeans and went into the back yard, raked, putzed, and drank two beers while listening to the ipod and yakking with Lucille. Spring has come and it is treating me with glimpses of my lovely summer life.
I love irises. They remind me of the shore along the river in Erin’s backyard.
When the nasty neighbors moved, we planted some pretty little crocuses (croci?) along the driveway.
“What?! I’m hot!”
The swirl around the soon-to-come tiger lilies.
I love this. I think it’s a tulip. The pink and creamy white against the green is so lovely.
Unconscious Mutterings 216
- Groovy ::
- Jealousy ::
- Watching ::
- Kenny ::
- Games ::
- Bread ::
- City ::
- Stems ::
- Birds ::
- Listener ::
Feelin’
too often
waiting
Who Killed?
mind
and water
Big
green
yuck!
bad
Why I Love Monique
I’ve known her since we were 13. We are in touch often by only our blogs, but also by the occasional email. We used to IM every now and then. We rarely talk though. I’d say maybe once a year we actually talk on the phone. And that is why this email from her to me is so endearing.
“If I don’t call this weekend I’ll try next week Wednesday! but that seems like too long.”
I totally agree with her, as usual.
