tell me i'm a wreck.

help me sanity...

I am slowly going insane, mess by mess. My small child is similar to that of a Tasmanian Devil. Every room he enters some how becomes a dust cloud of filth and mess. I have a feeling I'll be missing a few fingers by the time he's 18 due to all of the bone polishing messes I have to endure day after day. Where's a baby straight jacket when you need one?

If anyone who is OCD and would like to clean my house pro bono I will be more than happy to give you my address...

please and thank you

xoxoxox

are you kidding me?

I don't know if you've had the particular issue I am about to comment on or not, but what is with people who won't butt out? There has been a certain crisis, if that's what you want to call it, that concerns a certain family member. Now keep in mind, there hasn't been anything shocking or sizzling that has taken place in many many years. So of course I could understand the curiosity, the puzzlement, and so forth. We are all human beings who like to know a little bit about the other person, especially if they're related. I'm all for being close, but don't be a dumb-ass!! I will elaborate more in the posts to come, but seriously, we all need to get some form of lives... and fast!

In desperate need of a cleaner

Here go the long pauses again. I forget how 'normal' my life used to be before it wasn't so normal anymore. Now 'normal' consists of walks about a half block up the neighborhood, always keeping a bottle or a sippy handy as well as gingersnap cookies, I have to pre-plan everything almost down the minute, and I am not a late arriver. I used to the the early arriver, which has taken a swift nosedive to left. I forget what it's like not to have laundry to do everyday, or to have to do dishes... again!!!

I swear I need a maid service. It's interesting that what used to seem cluttered to me, now all of a sudden looks tidy. I am drowning in housework and domesticated life. Please somebody come dig me out before it's too late...

Goodbye world, I'll see you on the other side.

What a Wonderous Year

My my my, how the time will fly. The Beebster is one year old and on the verge of walking. He can take about 2 to 3 zombie steps and then will immediately sit. We went on a walk tonight before his bed time in which he became increasingly hyper. Now I can hear his little footsteps as he is jumping up and down in his bed. He's so hilarious in so many ways. As much as it is a challenge, being a parent is unlike anything else in the world. I highly recommend it to all my friends. (wink wink)

Until next time,

Exercise, naps, and cocktails are keen!

There's Nothing Like It

Exams are finally over and come Sunday I will be a college graduate of The Ohio State University. My life has been hell recently thanks to being alone for a week and having to have been left behind. My other half is in El Las Vegas for a sheet metal worker's competition and his VIP status has him staying in the Caesar's Palace hotel. How chi chi... I should however be there lounging by the pool in nothing but swimwear and sunlight, but I guess someone has to hold down the fort. BB diapers don't get changed by themselves. Poo Poo on me. I have been throwing myself a pity party since the day I drove him to the airport. I now fully understand the concept of separation anxiety. Normally when it was vacation time I was the one flying off to San Diego for three weeks, or driving to Sioux St. Marie, Ontario to go camping at Pancake Bay for weeks at a time. Which by the way are the only two places I am fully able to get sun tanned. My fresh Latino skin is otherwise unimpressed with the Ohio drab sunlight, no matter how sporadic I can make it outside. To curb my jealous enthusiasm I am getting tattooed tomorrow. I don't really know how I feel about it just yet. The last time I got tattooed was about 4 years ago. I will be getting my sugar skull with a headpiece of 'heart people'. They are these cute little hearts with faces that I would draw as a kid. They are a memento of my childhood and a reminder of the childhood I get to shape with my own little monster.

In the mean time, I am kicking back with some freshly cooked perogies and a glass of Cupcake Cabernet Sauvignon. It's a little mediocre. I am a fan however of the Cupcake Chardonnay. It's slowly becoming my new favorite.

Spring has almost sprung, and I am looking forward to a lazy summer of yard work, balmy evenings, and cold wine. There's nothing like it and I can't wait.

MoaCW

And he's at it again. I can't remember the pseudonym I picked out for my co-worker, but he is at it again. For the weekend my sister and I, with the accompaniment of many friends are going out dancing. A tradition that is never really planned it just emerges when we have time and all of us can come together. So of course I would feel the need to share my weekend plans with said friend. His random text he sent me is as follows;

'Dayton shouldn't be able to spell mask fancy'.

My other favorite is the topper of the night;

'You should go to the gothic bar in the brewery district called the church with your hot topic crew instead of the mask in Dayton on Saturday. It would bring comradery to your team if you spend time outside the work place. Just saying...'

my response -- 'but I don't work at the masque'

'..... sigh'

I think it's fair game to say that I stress him out just a little bit. What are friends for?