~Do you ever wonder what you look like to other people? Sometimes mid conversation I’ll find myself thinking things like Does my face look weird right now? Why is she/he looking at me like that? I bet my mouth moves around all funny. Or you go through life thinking you look one way then you see a candid photo of yourself and think- who the hell is that?
~I don’t like the word cusp. I don’t ever want to be on the cusp of anything. It sounds like something you can barely get out of your mouth. cusp. bleh.
~Lately I’ve been craving Chef Boyardee beef ravioli like a mad woman. No idea why. But for some reason, right now, it is soooo good. Even bought the mega pack at Sams. Periodically I’ll go through cravings like that- one week all I’ll want to eat is cereal or something. Right now it is canned pasta. Wonder why that is.
~My eyebrows are out of control. For no apparent reason over the last few weeks they have decided that midday they will turn up on the ends like I’m Jack Nicholson or something. It’s maddening.
~I wish I knew how to make a cute little banner for my blog.
A certain birthday girl needs to remember that her birthday is coming up very shortly while shopping online or the following conversation will occur:
J: (looking at current issue of Real Simple) Is this yours? Do you have a subscription?
S: Yeah. That’s my first issue.
J: Great. Well, be surprised when my Mom gives you a subscription next week.
Yikes! Lesson learned.
Have any of you seen the new R. Ke!ly video about being stuck in a closet and it’s part one of five? I saw the whole thing, all 5 parts last night and they were talking about it all like it was some amazing revolutionary song and video. Ok, this dude wrote a bad story about adultery, then sang it, then made a video that acted out each word literally. Like he’s in the closet after spending the night with some girl and now he’s hiding from her husband and his cell goes off and he sings “I tried so hard to put it on vi-i-i-brate”. OMG. Dude, I can totally write a story and sing it. And like the music my boy listens to- all screaming, all the time. I can totally scream. Or those thin vocals on all the teen queen cds now- hey, I can whisper too!
And just the other day my friend Karen (who just got her referral! woohoo!) told me about a girl who blogs about not being able to get pregnant and some tv producer read her blog and now she’s getting a sitcom! That’s my money she’s making! I mean, my family is nuts- I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried!
Ah well, living in California would freak me out- with all the mudslides and stuff. Maybe it’s better to be unknown and poor in the South!
Bingo back that is. Last night Shannon, Stacy, and I went and played bingo.. So fun! We didn’t win a dime, but we had a blast. There were so many people there, serious bingo players with trolls, millions of dawbers, custom seat cushions, the works. Us newbies walked in in a daze and if it weren’t for 2 helpful women at the next table we’d have been lost. We were all so focused on trying to keep up with the crazy pace of the bingo caller while playing up to 12 cards at a time (!!!), I’d forget to breathe! Spending 3 hours hunched over a bunch of bingo cards will kill your back! No wonder they buy those custom cushions!
Ok, no one told me about the incredible volume of paperwork that would land on my house as soon as we applied to adopt. I mean, I knew it was a paperchase, but I just feel so sorry for the entire forest that has died so far for our family! I’ve also learned that I should install a Kinko’s in the living room to deal with the number of copies I have to make. Ah well, it is a small price to pay.
I’ve already discovered so many pros about adopting:
-You can still enjoy a nice cocktail all the way up to Gotcha day. Pregnant ladies can’t touch the stuff! (disclaimer: I’m by no means a big drinker- maybe 2 a month)
-No hormone induced puking.
-No strange desires to eat laundry detergent or dirt.
-No screaming for an epidural.
-You get a chance to visit a country you may never visit otherwise.
-No need to drop a bundle of money on clothes you’ll only wear for 9 months.
-I’d much rather have my life on display paper wise vs. having my girlie bits on display in the delivery room!
-I’d rather eat pinecones than go to the girlie doctor, and when you’re pregnant you have to go like every half hour.
-Strangers don’t approach me wanting to rub my belly.
I’ve totally come to terms with not being able to get pregnant. I’m so fine with it because I realized a while back that what I really wanted was not to be pregnant (a condition that lasts but a few months), but to be a mother and to have a family (something that lasts forever). Hmmm…did I miss any pros on my list?
I need to get in shape before going to China. I want to be able to carry a baby around with ease while touring the cities. And, I just need to get in shape. So I was thinking about what I like to do that counts as excersize and came up with roller skating and bike riding. I have skates, it’s just finding skate partners that’s hard. Plus you have to pay the rink and it becomes a whole event. So on top of that I needed something I could do around here, for free, at any time of day. So Jon and I started looking at bikes for me. He’s already outfitted with a good bike and even those weird little clip on shoes that clip to the pedals. He’s into it. I wanted a bike that I didn’t have to lay down on to ride, with a big cushy seat to hold my big cushy seat. We found the Electra bikes and I found a local store to order one in for me. We picked it up yesterday and the bike dude even put on a bell and removable basket for me. I LOVE IT SO MUCH! It is so comfy to ride and my purse fits in the basket along with a water bottle. And when I stop I can stand straight up on the ground without falling off (short legs). I should be a super model by this time next week.😉