Dear God,
I'll pay you money even though that doesn't mean a thing to You if you'll wake my ovaries up and not let me get my ass whooped by them again. Please. :) Thanks.
The cutest thing EVER is happening right now. Julia is up in her room bawling her head off over something. I'm unsure what because I really...just don't to hear more "he did...then I did...but then he did.." kind of stuff. Juliana, her friend, came in and went upstairs to comfort her. Girlfriends rock. The crying has stopped. They must be playing together. :)
I cleaned out my spider's cage today without taking her out of it. She was scared to death. Cullen can bite me- my spider is most definitely happy, and that has to be because I haven't made her let me hold her. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. It didn't scare me when she ran to the end of the cage though, so maybe someday I'll just scoop her into the container so I can clean her cage. I should just get a new one anyways, this one of Angies has hard water stains everywhere on it and I'm sick as hell of scrubbing the sides all for nothing.
Cullen is still a poop head but last night was a good night. He doesn't understand what he said wrong when he told me how hard this has been on HIM. He is SO never donating a kidney. I'd be the best all time support for him but I'm not sure I would want to be. No major surgery for him. I did remind him that he has totally forgotten to tell me that I'm a recovery rockstar, and he said "You are. But I have no idea what it's like." That's like...my cross to bear, right? Hasn't that what I've always been frustrated over? During pregnancies, when babies were born, the newborn stages, nursing, the hormones OH GOD the hormones...there is no way for a guy to understand. It's kind of sad, in a way. It's the ultimate divide. Oh well. THANK GOD for sisters and mom's and girlfriends and the men out there who at least try. He's out golfing with dad right now. I know at least 1 kid is upstairs. Hope the other 3 are safe. I can hear them out there, somewhere.
SIGH.
It was a good weekend though, really. I gobbled down the yummiest pizza ever last night and lay on the couch for the rest of the night. Today I got up and did our normal stuff and got him up at 10, and I went back to bed til 1pm. YAY ME! It's gotta be okay, right? To do nothing much on weekends so that I can make it through the week when it's ON? I'm saying YES. :)
Is it a little bit sad that so many...probably all of us, go through so many of the same things but in general we don't talk about it, whatever it might be? I guess my friends and family would laugh at me for that since I don't hold back half as much as they wish I would. But it irritates me that we're told and taught that this, that or the other is wrong and bad and don't do it and if you do, don't talk about it. Take your pick of subjects. Lord, I just read a post on my website from a girl who has never let one rip in front of her husband. She's freaking out about post surgery, and the gassiness that comes normally after having anest...I can't spell that word. MY GOD. Seriously? Not that I sit here and say CHECK THIS OUT (besides, Cullen's sister can outdo even her brothers) but PLEASE. Is it really that big of a freaking deal? (haha, said the girl who won't poop in public). I know that there, in general, things like MANNERS, or basic common sense, but still. We live in a world where we've made up all these crazy rules and we just are so good at judging people/ourselves when we don't "fit". Wait til I rule the world. It's gonna be FUN.
Billie Holiday, Strange Fruit
Louis Armstrong, What a Wonderful World
REM, Don't Go Back To Rockville
Billy Joel, You May Be Right
Lisa Loeb, Do You Sleep
Led Zepplin, D'yer Maker
Aldo Nova, Fantasy
Tesla, Love Song
Pop Evil ,100 in a 55
Music Box Dancer, Frank Mills
Archies, Sugar, Sugar
Patsy Cline, Crazy
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