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8 Sep

I think my head might burst open. I have a killer headache. Oy.

Hubs and a coworker had an “incident” on the interstate today. A car swerved to dodge a semitruck tire that was in the road and the tire flew up and hit his car. I haven’t seen it yet but apparently the car is busted up pretty badly but is drivable and they are ok, which is the important thing obviously.

I had chocolate chip cookies for supper tonight. I’m not telling you how many. Be jealous.

So I talked to my advisor today…I don’t have to start the application process all over again, even though I officially withdrew from school after having Sam. I just have to resubmit an application and I’m good to go. No application fee or anything. Easy peasy. So I guess I just need to decide if I really want to do this and stop being so wishy-washy. Eek.

Sam is progressing at day care. Today she slept on a cot instead of in her crib. They do this before they move the babies into the toddler rooms to get them used to the cots since that’s what they will be sleeping on when they move up. She did really good with it today. She’s also really close to walking! I’ll keep you posted on that one but I cannot wait to see her take her first steps. I’m sure I’m going to cry.

I think people need to chill with the politics crap. I don’t get why people get all worked up over other people’s difference of opinion. Me, I just worry about my own stuff, I vote and let others do the same. I mean what? You want everyone to think exactly as you do? Now where’s the fun in that? Whatever people. Calm down. You can’t change other people’s opinions or control what they do. Just worry about yourself and go have a doughnut or something. I’ve got some chocolate chip cookies I’ll share with you.

I’m going to start writing again. I mean really writing. But right now, I’m going to bed.

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this is painful, don’t even bother

8 Sep

First a random baby note: Sam can sign “hungry”, “thirsty” and “brush teeth”. It’s quite cute and quite handy. Except that she like to sign “brush teeth” a LOT. I think she’s just in love with the taste of the Elmo toothpaste. Can’t blame her, it is yummy.

I’m just going to go ahead and apologize for this post. I just re-read it and visably winced. But I’m not deleting it. Because this is my space and this is how I’m feeling right now and for all the grumbling, its real. So there. Bite me. Cheers.

I am struggling to get through this week. Mentally I’m less “here” than usual. I guess it’s the upcoming vacation which I am SO excited about, but ya know what, I’m already thinking in the back of my mind about having to come back here. Why do I do that? Why can’t I just enjoy the moment in the present? I hate that about me. It’s like when I was younger and would get so excited about Christmas. And yet I always knew in the back of my lil’ brain that the aftermath would be a downer for me. There’s all the build up build up build up, and then it’s over. I guess that’s why I always need something to look forward to that’s outside the routine. Not a quality I’m proud of but it’s one of MY qualities nonetheless. And we are trying to accept things as they are right? I think I said that recently but am too lazy to provide you with linkage.

With that said, I’m hoping vacation will be relaxing and mentally productive. I always say that I’m going to take time during my time off to figure things out so to speak. (I should really be in a soap opera with all my dramatic ramblings). I guess that’s what I always hope for, that I’ll go away somewhere for a week or two and come back with my career crap figured out. I’ll know exactly what I want to do with my life and how to go about it. And yet, this never happens.  I mean, do you know long I have been bitching about this? Years people, years. I’m sick of it and I know everyone else is. I go to the beach or wherever, lounge around, eat a lot, read a little, veg out a ton, and then come back home to the same ol same ol. I thoroughly enjoy the temporary change of scenery though which is nice. In case you haven’t caught on yet, I really don’t know what my point is with this.

Ok, here’s a question for you. Should I go back to school or not? I pretended to be a grad student for one brief semester, which may not have been the best timing since I was knocked up and what was I thinking, that I could go to school AND have a baby? ‘Cause I gave up one of those things and we all know which one it was. And why am I even entertaining the notion of going back? Boredom? Yep. But is that all? Shouldn’t I have some nobler goal than mental stimulation? But I don’t really. I don’t have a “five year plan”. Maybe I just like the idea of it? Because I can guarantee you that once I re-enroll and actually start going back to classes that this blog will once again be my forum for moaning and groaning about how impossible the course is, blah blah blah. Rinse, repeat. So I dunno. If I figure this one out over vacation I’ll let you know.

Can you tell that I’m feeling whiney and blah today? Oh well. Lunch hour is over. It’s back to the pits.

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