Wednesday, July 29, 2009

"Nice" it forward..

I was crossing the parking lot of the Brentwood publix the other day when a woman pulled up in a gold convertible (okay... it was shimmery tan. that's gold enough, right? not the James Brown coffin gold, but the we-could-totally-see-this-in-our-dad's-driveway-after-he-retires gold.).

She told me I looked cute. I did my little grin/head tilt/one shoulder shrug and said thanks. She said, "No, really. You do. I remember back when it was me, I always wondered if I looked cute or if I looked fat. Know that you do look cute."

I suppressed the urge to waddle-hop into her car and kiss her, and instead resolved to someday BE the woman in the shimmering convertible... making young pregnant girls in giant yellow dresses feel insanely good about themselves for a few glowing minutes.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Dear Kid:

What name should I choose to call you forever?

and..

What name could you have forever and still NOT hate your weirdo parents?

love,

Mom

Thursday, July 23, 2009

lovely day

Yesterday was shitty. Tummy was meh, work sucky, back ouchie, hair not lustrous... the prototypical Crap day.


Evan sensed the foulness when I spoke to him in the afternoon, and was there that night when I got home, ready and waiting with dinner and a grocery sack of my favorite things. Black olives, jalapenos, bread, cheese... (:sigh:). And then at the bottom of the bag, it was... it was...

I am not ashamed to admit that I wept over a 4-pack of natural sodas.

Happy Anniversary, love.

Then I look at you and the world's alright with me...

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

I win!

I do not consider myself a competitive person. I don't challenge Scrabble words. I lose in Trivial Pursuit with a shrug and an "oh well". I perpetually take last place in card games, usually with a negative score. Doesn't matter. I'm cool with it.

But today...

Today, at the OB I peed in a cup. And when I placed the pee cup in the little wall cubby, there was another one already there from someone else.

Mine was way more clear.

I totally won.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Peer Editing

I skipped the peer editing days in my college Southern Lit class. Every single one of them. I had an allotment of absences that I could take and still pass the class. I used them all up. Every. Single. One. Why? Because I am terrified of people reading what I write. I hang out with the Englishheads. I am not one, myself.

And yet, here we are. A buh..... a buh..... a bluh..... a BLOG.

I think I will primarily write about the kid. Maybe put up cutsie pictures. Maybe I'll reserve this thing for really big cusses.

But I tell you what. I sure do like pancakes.