So, my husband and I have been trying to have a child for about 3 1/2 years. The first year we were just not “not trying”. We figured it would happen within about a year – give or take and weren’t too worried. To be honest, I was slightly nervous (read: terrified) at the thought of having kids, so I wasn’t in a huge rush. After … Continue reading The New Normal
I’m linking up with Mommy Two Cents and Chosen Chaos for Ghosts of Blogging Past, posting a link to a blog entry from my first week of blogging. Click on the image to read some of the other blogs who are joining up for this one. I haven’t been blogging very long, so this post, about my husband, is from the summer. This is the … Continue reading Ghosts of Blogging Past
I didn’t have any problems sleeping when I was younger. During elementary school, and even middle school, I generally slept through the night, and had dreams only intermittently. I didn’t start being all sleep-crazy until I started high school. Thank you, hormones. There was one recurring dream that I can recall from elementary school. I was at the mall, walking down a hallway, by myself. I hear people shrieking and … Continue reading Grouchy Pants. Or, Grouchy No-Pants.
For our 4th anniversary, my husband and I decided to go on a road trip. We bought a new (used) pop-up camper, hopped in the Jeep and headed West, towards South Dakota. He had the idea for me to “blog” about our trip (which meant a facebook note, since I didn’t have a blog yet. He didn’t realize at the time the blogging-monster he would … Continue reading Sleep Deprivation Can Make You Do Stupid Things. Or, Maybe I Have ADD.
Laura, at Catharsis, is amazing. Hopefully by now, you already know this. She compiles so many awards, and throws me a bone now and then. I roll over. Shake hands. Beg her to scratch me behind the ears (or under my shoulder blades…ahhh). When I originally saw this award, I thought it was the “777” award, which I especially enjoyed, since that was the date in which … Continue reading Lucky 7’s
In the 7th grade, I was skinny and slightly gangly. I had large rimmed, tortoiseshell glasses, and shiny silver braces (always with gray rubber bands). For some reason, I cut my hair cut to slightly above shoulder length, which was a poor choice, for me. It curled under in an unattractive fashion. My hairdo often involved putting half of my strands up into a ponytail at the crown of my … Continue reading An Un-Sexy Sleeper
I enjoy hearing other people’s dreams. When someone tells me they had a strange dream, I pester them until they describe it. Some of my friends know this, and they email me their dreams, whenever they remember them. This is quite considerate, since it saves me the energy from pestering. Very often, their dreams have something to do with the activities or T.V. shows they indulge in, something related to their job, or something they are afraid … Continue reading How Could I Not Dream About The Accident?
I recently posted about my happy-go-lucky great-grandfather, Ed, passing away. So, here is an update. Ed was cremated and his ashes recently arrived at my mother’s house. I went over tonight for a visit and when I put my purse down, by the couch, my mom pointed out that Ed was located nearby, in the box under the end table. I said, “Oh! Hello, Ed!” … Continue reading Thanks For The Chuckle, Even Now, Ed.
Recently my happy-go-lucky, remarkably polite, phenomenal great-grandfather, Ed, passed away. (How it came to be that someone my age still has (had) a great-grandfather is a story for another day.) As usually happens, this resulted in a family reunion, of sorts, and a lot of quality time spent with aunts, uncles and cousins we don’t generally get to see much of. While at my grandmother’s … Continue reading Sleeping On Your Deathbed or Yes, Those Are My Great-Grandfather’s Teeth In A Jar, On My Shelf
This blog is not about farts. If you are a fart-lover, I regret to inform you that this isn’t going to be chock full of anecdotes regarding gaseous emissions. However. There is one special fart that does belong here, as it ties in nicely with the topics of sleeping and waking. While we were dating, I do not recall my husband being much of a farter. Nothing note-worthy, … Continue reading A Special Fart. One I View Lovingly.
A Morning Grouch 