Thursday, March 27, 2008

then blogs my soul

Here's the thing: I've lost my inspiration, or something to that effect. Everyday I sit down to write something and I've got nothing. I feel like Jim Carrey on Liar Liar when he's trying to tell a lie and spouts gibberish instead. Except that I'm not trying to lie, at least I don't think so anyway.

All of the things that are exciting in my life right now are most likely boring to everyone else. And that forces me to wonder who I'm blogging for, myself or my loyal readers (all 5 of you, I love you)?

Don't get me wrong, I love the comments. Everyone loves comments right? Even my husband who rolls his eyes whenever I mention my "blog friends" or "this girl who's blog I read", habitually checks my posts to read the comments. And he especially likes it when I post about him and people comment on how great he is. I guess it's human nature. We like to have a response or some type of feedback to our thoughts, ideas, and actions. Especially when the response is positive. Boosts the self-esteem.

But I remember that I got into blogging because I needed an outlet. I needed to connect with something, even if it is just a website where I post all of the mundane and stupid photos of my life, or talk about how my dog likes to sleep upside down, or about finally being able to stay pregnant, or about all of the things that bother me on a daily basis. It doesn't matter if no one else cares. I care. It's my blog, my life, I will post how I like and not worry about anyone else.

I guess that's some sort of personal manifesto huh?

Here's what I've got for today:

I'm babysitting my niece again. Even when she's teething she's still the sweetest thing ever. It makes me nervous because I know real babies aren't like that.

We have another ultrasound tomorrow. Am I the only person in the world who thinks ultrasounds and dr's appointments are scary and stressful? I get all worked up before every single visit and I can't help it. I'm a tornado of horomonal emotion.

My hub got a new mac book. I'm excited because I get his old laptop which in reality is basically brand new. Which also means I get to say goodbye to my old lappytop, Lucille, who has served me well since the college days. Farewell old friend. I won't really miss you.

My friend Kari is coming to visit for the weekend. She's excited, I'm excited. We will eat lots of food and do nothing. Really it's what I do best.

the end

for today

Saturday, March 8, 2008


someday, my son will forgive me
for posting pictures of his junk online
see, he's giving me a high 5
i kind of love him

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Alrighty Then

Mmmmkay well, I'm back. And yes, I missed you too. We flew in this morning after the world's worst flight(s) home and like 36 hours of no sleepy and I'm sitting awake at 11:21 pm wishing I was sacked out instead. Time changes seriously affect me, even small ones. I've deduced that I would be a horrible international business person. However, the trip was grand and we had a fabu time, of course. No work, no computers, no noise (other than the Japanese tourists talking 7 decibles louder than everyone else), no snow, no cold, it was glorious.

I returned to a plethora of emails including a corporate wide one about "streamlining the business process" which of course translates to "department cutbacks" which breaks down even further to "letting people go" (beyond me why they don't just say that in the first place). I deleted it and went on my merry way. One rather awkward conversation with my boss later, I learn that those cutbacks include me. And how. I miss my work friends already. I hope our travishamockery (thanks for the proper use of that word Kelsey) of a book club still counts me in.

Hub's response was to bring me flowers and a card that said "congratulations on becoming a stay-at-home mom.

Sounds good to me.

Let's go back to Hawaii.

we ate some pineapple
rode a boat
did a lot of this:
tried to find the Lost beach (and got lost doing it, ironic?)

like I said, it was glorious
So there you have it. My vacation was awesome, I don't have a job, I miss my friends, I love my husband and my baby (who likes to wiggle, more on this tomorrow...), and now I need to go to bed.