Talk me down from the ledge
First.... Why does car insurance have to cost so damn much?
Second... I really hate commercials for kids shows.
Third... I feel like I need some preventitive mental health care. I want to tell everyone this with out them looking at me crazy. It's preventively- I'M NOT CRAZY YET! But I am prelioursly close.
I love friends. They serve many many uses and functions. Such as therapist/counselor. Babysitter. Network person. Crash pad.
Oh yeah, speaking of friends, I drank a beer compliments of a friend last night. Never before have I wanted to drink a beer so bad. I needed a bit of a relaxant in me, I sure as all hell didn't feel like an acidic wine, I could have done a mixer, but beer or wine it was, so I went for the beer. Now with all those cool people hanging around drinking beer, or the tales from others about "a nice cold bottle of beer" have always made me want to join this club of beer drinkers so that I too can be one of those beer in hand people at a party, or talk about my relaxing evening where I just sat down with a beer and took it easy. Nope, never could get over the taste enough to do this. But last night, I needed the mental picture that came with a beer in hand. So I drank it. After enough time, I think I might become a beer in hand person, but let this be known, this is something I have to work to achieve. Who knew. So thanks friend for limiting my options so that I had to accept that beer, one of these days I'll have a beer gut (not just a baby gut, but a beer one too), and it will all be from that one you handed me. ;D
This whole wanting to drink a beer and have those experiences that others have reminds me of so many other things that I see in others that I am envious of. Like those politically involved people- you know, the ones that actually attend city council meetings, that provide input on city planning meetings, know the name of obscure political officeholders (like superintendents, controllers, homeland security).
And why don't they sell those tiny little round watch batteries at costco? Cause come on, there are two markets for the batteries, those who keep watches long enough to actually replace the batteries and then only need one, and then parents who need millions of them for all the stinkin' dead or whining toys. I'm to lazy to buy a million little packets at the store (which one anyways?), but I'm tellin ya- if they sold them at costco, I'd be all over that!
And as I sit and type (one handed now- no one else wants to hold baby), I'll leave ya with a picture of what transposes while I do so. And I suppose I'll narrate too- Carter is reading books, notice them on the floor and the chair to climb onto the brick hearth to then climb the stool to pull said books down. And both kids still in pj's. And the tv is on. It's that kind of day. I need some talking down from the ledge today.
Second... I really hate commercials for kids shows.
Third... I feel like I need some preventitive mental health care. I want to tell everyone this with out them looking at me crazy. It's preventively- I'M NOT CRAZY YET! But I am prelioursly close.
I love friends. They serve many many uses and functions. Such as therapist/counselor. Babysitter. Network person. Crash pad.
Oh yeah, speaking of friends, I drank a beer compliments of a friend last night. Never before have I wanted to drink a beer so bad. I needed a bit of a relaxant in me, I sure as all hell didn't feel like an acidic wine, I could have done a mixer, but beer or wine it was, so I went for the beer. Now with all those cool people hanging around drinking beer, or the tales from others about "a nice cold bottle of beer" have always made me want to join this club of beer drinkers so that I too can be one of those beer in hand people at a party, or talk about my relaxing evening where I just sat down with a beer and took it easy. Nope, never could get over the taste enough to do this. But last night, I needed the mental picture that came with a beer in hand. So I drank it. After enough time, I think I might become a beer in hand person, but let this be known, this is something I have to work to achieve. Who knew. So thanks friend for limiting my options so that I had to accept that beer, one of these days I'll have a beer gut (not just a baby gut, but a beer one too), and it will all be from that one you handed me. ;D
This whole wanting to drink a beer and have those experiences that others have reminds me of so many other things that I see in others that I am envious of. Like those politically involved people- you know, the ones that actually attend city council meetings, that provide input on city planning meetings, know the name of obscure political officeholders (like superintendents, controllers, homeland security).
And why don't they sell those tiny little round watch batteries at costco? Cause come on, there are two markets for the batteries, those who keep watches long enough to actually replace the batteries and then only need one, and then parents who need millions of them for all the stinkin' dead or whining toys. I'm to lazy to buy a million little packets at the store (which one anyways?), but I'm tellin ya- if they sold them at costco, I'd be all over that!
And as I sit and type (one handed now- no one else wants to hold baby), I'll leave ya with a picture of what transposes while I do so. And I suppose I'll narrate too- Carter is reading books, notice them on the floor and the chair to climb onto the brick hearth to then climb the stool to pull said books down. And both kids still in pj's. And the tv is on. It's that kind of day. I need some talking down from the ledge today.
posted by Karen at 11:01 AM
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