Friday, November 17, 2006

I just want to drunk get.

For the sake of posting in my journal more often...

Today was a crappy day because you sabotagged a perfectly good girls night. It wasn't entirely your fault but you need to take your feelings, tie a rope around them, attach it to a bag of rocks and throw them in the river. That's right. Buck up.

You enjoyed pad thai and are now hanging out with the guys.

You are your own stalker.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006


When I was young there were numerous little kids around. I have 4 cousins from my 2 aunts, 3 girls and the youngest is a boy. There was a lot of togetherness when we were little. I was 11 years old when my youngest cousin was born. It was the year I was first left alone for 3 hours on a Saturday while my Mom ran some errands and only one year away from taking the certified babysitters course. The course that certifies a pre-teen to officially and undisputably be IN CHARGE.

I have very fond memories of that time with my youngest cousins. I mean in a nurturing sort of way. My other 2 cousins were closer to my age and they didn't need me, nor did I need them. When they arrived they were more of a nuisance and throwing a wrench into the well-laid plans of total family domination. I have very fond memories with them as well, but in a sisterly, grew up together kind of way. The family didn't see my nurturing ways as a possible warning sign for teenage pregnancy but rather took advantage of the perks of a demented diaper changing 12 year old. In the following years my family took care of that pesky teenage pregnancy issue using the a-baby-will-ruin-your-life tactic. Don't judge, it worked!

Babies have been the topic of conversation around this house for, well for more than a year now. I always thought that I was going to be the one that would one day declare: you better apply for life insurance because I am going off the pill this month! Instead the declarations around this place have been: I am not going off the pill and there is nothing that you or your parents can pay me with that will make me!!!

Problem is, I am starting to stop people in grocery stores to ask if I could just get a little whiff of their precious, sleeping infant heads. I went out to shop for a new pair of jeans last week and spent 45 minutes in Baby Gap. I can't describe how or why I so desperately want to give birth to new life and spend the next 20 years wondering what the return policy is, but I do.