Like relapsing after you leave rehab...

I had pretty much given up on this blog, I'm too busy to devote any real time to it. It's too vulgar for any of my family to read so it's not like they're missing out on pictures of the kids. But today, I was looking for an old picture that was on an old computer and I realized it was on my blog. So off I went, searching for it.

I ended up reading my own writing for over 30 minutes. Narcissistic? Yes. Self-important? Probably. But you know what? I write pretty well. I gotta say, if one is looking for random crap to read, I've got you covered.

I've tried a few times to get back into the swing of blogging. I've failed. But like any good addicition specialist will tell you, try again.

This used to be an outlet for me, and I understand that I don't really need the outlet anymore. But, that being said, I was blogging back when you young whippersnappers nary knew what a blog was. I'm like blogger royalty. Bow down bitches! So I'm going to try to continue chronicling the mundane parts of life.

Or I'll just keep popping up every few months to write posts about how I'm REALLY going to start blogging again, for real, I swear...

Nightmares

Cam woke up last night because of a bad dream. She was clammy and crying, so I calmed her down. She told me it was a dream about someone taking her baby (doll) from her. The way she said it, the way her eyes looked, it was all too much for me. So we cuddled into her bed and I told her that I have that same nightmare too sometimes.

Old friend!

I forgot about this blog, dear old friend!

I'm busy as a bee, so I don't have time to bore people with my constant whining and pretentious drivel.

News at my house...
Cam is potty trained, no more diapers at this house!
The kids are playing together like friends, it melts my heart.
Planning vacations, my favorites!

Sadness... A friend's daughter was killed in a tragic accident. It has hit me in my core and I can't stop thinking about it. Such innocence and it's so unfair, I really have a hard time grasping something so terrible.

Reading... (or just read)
Four Spirits, The Line, A Great and Terrible Beauty, Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, Dark Lover, Letter to a Christian Nation.

Look the other way

You're in line for over 5 minutes. A new line opens up and the cashier says "Next person in line please." Then the LAST person in line sprints to the new line.

Who does that?! People will be selfish if you let them get away with it. I can't take it anymore.

I sweetly said, "Oh, I think she said the NEXT person in line, not the LAST."

I know human nature is to avoid confrontation, but in all honesty it really doesn't bother me that much. To see this inconsiderate lady turn red and try to stammer out some excuse didn't bother me- there is no excuse! You thought you could get away with treating everyone like crap because they wouldn't speak up! Maybe I'm a bad person, because I didn't feel bad. It almost worries me, I feel little to no emotion for her. I only see logic: you did something selfish and stupid, of course you should feel ashamed.

I think I'm being desensitized. It must be all the tv and internet...

Gossip Girl

Cam has a phone that cheerfully exclaims, "Hello! I LOVE talking to you!" She is in a stage of repeating verbatim what she hears, but somehow this sentence has been changed in her head. How she hears it and repeats it goes like this, "Hello! I LOVE talking about you!"

Gossiping. It's in a woman's genetic material.

OOOHH AAAAHH

Don't tell me if it's a lie.

I got this in an email. I don't normally engage in forwarding, and I didn't this time, but I do want to share. If this gets snoped and turns out a lie, please don't tell me. I prefer to live in a world where this is true. I know Xmas is different things to different people. I know I'm not a great example of the person Xmas is meant for, but I do use it as a time to notice the good things about humankind. Makes me miss my grandfather, who was a WWII veteran and hero, so much.


CHRISTMAS AT ARLINGTON CEMETERY

Arlington National Cemetery


Rest easy, sleep well my brothers.
Know the line has held, your job is done.
Rest easy, sleep well.
Others have taken up where you fell, the line has held.
Peace, peace, and farewell...



Readers may be interested to know that these wreaths -- some 5,000 -- are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine. The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school kids combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state.

We hear too much about the bad things people do; everyone should hear about this.