Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Sleep With One Eye Open

So life has been out of control busy. Work has blown up, much like it usually does, but this time I’m pretty much in the center ring juggling balls with a big fat smile on my face 'cuz everything is gonna be aww-rite! The Boy turned 5 months and started actual real live people food. I spent an entire Saturday morning making my homemade baby food in little ice cube trays, but now I need to make more. Apparently he likes to eat at every meal.  My sister bought a 100 year old HUD home that required daily phone calls about the purchase and the less than happy response from 50% of our parents. The day care arrangements we’ve had must change soon 'cuz I'm confused on a daily basis which house I'm going to.  In fact I almost just drove him to the office one morning.  I’m trying to figure that all out. We’re planning a vacation which will require flying with a baby. Have I mentioned that The Boy is our first?? I have no idea what I’m doing or when I’m doing it for that matter. My husband had out-patient surgery which left him unable to help out around the house for a little bit of time. Now I get random text complaints of his pains that ail him.  I’ve fought with pharmacy for drugs and consultants for answers. I’ve worked late nights at the office and early mornings with The Boy.   And I keep going....Sir may I have another?

This is nothing new. I KNOW! I just want a little sympathy every now and then. But I get asked, “Why haven’t you written on your blog? Are you bored with it?”

I will kill you in your sleep Juanito.

Monday, June 14, 2010


I have archives!  Holy shit!

Friday, June 11, 2010

I'm sorry?

The last thing you want to hear when your gynnie sits down in front of your propped up legs getting ready to do your PAP..."That's a bright green!"

Combo of fear/shock/disgust and then realization she meant my toe nail polish.  Yes, it is bright, isn't it?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Enjoy the Silence....

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon....for the most part.  I think my house is quiet, whispering would be the only form of talking permissible, but since everyone but me is napping that's not a problem.  There is the hum of the a/c which is a constant in the Valley of the Sun starting in like April/May and goes until October.  But that's the white noise of summer here, like crickets and cicadas are in other parts of the States.  The dryer is going so there is the muffled click and clack of little snaps and zippers from the baby clothes that are almost ready to be folded.  There is the rhythmic crank of the baby swing that will lull my baby to continue to sleep for hopefully another hour.  God bless the swing.  The occasional clicking my dog tow nails on the tile that is then followed by the grunts and groans of them finding a comfy spot to sleep....which is apparently my bed.

I have a hundred other things to be doing right now, but I'm tempted to join the dogs on my bed, while my husband naps on the couch.  Its not what I should do, but damn it feels good to be a gangsta.....

Wednesday, June 2, 2010


I have some really great friends.  They are supportive and funny and smart and most of them are always there when I need them.  Some have been around of years and others only a short while.  We make a point of being there for each other.  I could go on and on like those emails that everyone gets (and sends, admit it!) but that's not the point of this post.

I wasted a lot of my youth and my 20s using my best friends as  a form of counseling.  But as I have grown up and actually started paying for my counseling I find that some of my so-called-friends are fair weather.  Some are selfish.  Some need therapy as much as I do. 

So how do you handle friends that aren't who we want them to be?  If we sit back and allow them to be who they really are, what do we do when we're suddenly not a part of who their life.