off my chest

Colin and I actually just sat and TALKED for an hour and a half. It's been way too mong since we've done that. Not just chit-chat, either. We actually sat there, had coffee and discussed our plans for at least the next year.

I was also able to voice my concerns without either of our voices being raised. It's weird, it's actually easier to 'listen' that way. You wouldn't think so. You think the louder it it, the easier it is to hear someone. Not the case at all.

Joey Potter & Jerry Maguire

Wow. How's that for bizarre? Joey and Jerry?

But, the more I think about it and look at them, the more it looks as though
they were born to be together.

Him? Handsome, kind, honest.
Her? Gorgeous, kind, honest.

But hello?!?! Tom...it's Joey Potter. We all watched her go through puberty at The Creek! We saw boys walk all over her left right and centre for 6 (or 7...can't remember) years!!!

You best be good to her, son.

YIKES

I actually just told an important person in my life my BLOG address. That's stressful. It's one thing when strangers are reading it, but its entirely another ball of wax when someone who knows you is reading it. It almost makes me change the way I write in here....which really isn't any 'spectacular' way, I just write whaever is on my mind that particular moment. I even made her promise not to laugh..even though I know that's that last thing she'd do. I mean, I do want her to laugh at SOME things....with SOME things it's all about the laugh. I just don't want her to laugh AT it. And she won't. I know she won't.

I can't believe I made her promise NOT to.

How's THAT for confidence? Come to think of it, how's that for MATURITY?? "Wahhh..oh pleasssse, don't laugh at my blog"

To quote myself from last weeks blog, I can be SO lame.

scary boys & cornbread

I think I watched my LAST "American Idol" last night
Well, probably not but I'm trying to be tough here
Who in the world is voting for these people
And what are they going by?

By 'these people' I mean the scary boy
The boy that looks like he really enjoys cornbread
Sorry....mean...but he does

I don't vote on that show so maybe I shouldn't complain
But still, the people who do can't be deaf or blind, can they?
They have to be his friends and family
Friends and family that probably sit there texting for the whole 2 hours.

Constantine should NOT be gone
Scott Scary-Boy should be gone
Bottom line
He should have been gone WEEKS ago
And Anthony, although he's cute
His little hip shake is beginning to wear on me
Plus he looks too much like my chiropractor

Maybe this show has run it's course
I also say that about Survivor
But it still doesn't stop me from watching it.

Well, Canadian Idol starts again in the spring
I think I will give it one last chance then

Yeah right. Who am I kidding?

::::sigh::::::

Lots of things on my mind this morning. Some big things, some really little STUPID things. Like what, you ask? Like should I jump in the shower before I take my daughter to her Toddler Storytime at the library (which lasts only 30 minutes), or should I sit here and write and enjoy my coffee and just stick my hair in pigtails or something. THAT kind of little, stupid thing.

The big thing is we're hoping to buy a new house. A really beautiful, house with lots of land around it. The kind of house that we've been waiting for through the 4 we've lived in already in 10 years. If you listen to "Where the Green Grass Grows' by Tim McGraw, you'll picture this house. I picture it so clearly when I hear it I feel a few tears well up...LOL. (yes, I'm a SAP)

Anyhoo, we met the agent who takes care of the new home development yesterday and wrote up an offer and he's bringing it to the builder and we'll hear today. We didn't low-ball him that much, but everybody KNOWS the mark-up builders do on upgrades, etc. Don't want to piss the builder off right from the start so we didn't go that low. I asked colin how high are we going to go? And his response was depends on how much we want the house.

We both looked at each other without words. We know how much. It's all we've been talking about.

Exciting and stressful all at the same time.

soggy

What a crappy weekend
I don't remember such a crappy weekend

I think I prefer bitterly cold temps
And tons of friggen snow
To the crap we got this weekend

I guess I notice it now
Since I have a 21 month old to entertain
While she's whining
"Mama, outside...outside"
I'm looking for something else to do in here.

You can only read "Elmo's Potty Book"
So many times

Soggy diapers
Soggy weather
Like how I tied all that together?

The Gift of Blog

It's true what they say. That blogging is therapy. Not only do I sit and enjoy and enjoy reading other people's blogs, but I love to just sit down and ramble on in my blog. I have to admit, I am a late blog-bloomer. I have to admit that I wasn't "up" on the term. I have to admit that the only reason I know what "blog" is, is because of Rosie. I LOVE reading her blog, and I also just randomly click on other people's blog sites and read what they have to say. That's the point, right?

With me, I just sit and write. Sometimes I cringe at what I've written afterward. I can't imagine the stress of knowing that what you're reading is being read by hundreds of people. I guess it helps to know that its a hundred FANS and supporters that are reading it. But she also gets the odd "nay-sayers" (for lack of a better, or more RUDE term ;) )

It's wonderful to have an outlet. It's wonderful to get things off your chest, whether they be serious or silly. It's wonderful to have yet another thing that makes you happy. It really is a gift that keeps on giving, isn't it? Those are the best kind.

LAME

So, one of my neighbours is having a little get together tonight...just for the women and I'm invited.
So, why do I sit here this morning figuring out excuses as to why I can't go?

I have been complaining, of late, that I don't really have any ME time,
And here is the perfect opportunity to have some
And I'm dreading it.

It's not the party that I'm dreading,
It's racing around getting everything and everyONE ready
So I CAN go without worrying
What's going on over here.

Unless I just say F--- it,
And go,
And not CARE what is going on over here.

Nah, I'm not like that.

God, I'm lame. LOL

simply amazing

Team #4
How AWESOME is that?

2 people
Probably DOUBLE the age of the rest of the teams
Is team # 4

I sit and watch in awe
Repeating over and over
"Holy crap, I couldn't do that"
or
"Holy crap, I would have been LONG gone"

I probably would have quit
The moment I fell and landed on MY face
Not Gretchen though
She's a tough 'ole broad.

I have to say, they do have a few horshoes you-know-where..
My cute little gay guys are gone because of those horshoes...

All I can say is that they are simply amazing.

30

I can't f'n believe it. My little sister (there are only the 2 of us) turns 30 today. 30. Age has never been a big thing to me, as I feel the same today (at 36) as I felt at 21,but for some reason today has hit me harder than when I turned 30.

My sister looks 21. And acts it, too. Sometimes she acts 12, but thats a whole other post...

I think I have a problem with today because that means that my parents are getting up there, now. Now my Mom can say "my kids are in their 30's". YIKES. My parents aren't even in their 60's yet, but at a few pictures I took at my sisters party on the weekend sure showed the white in my Dad's hair. That freaked me out a little bit.

I loved turning 30...didn't have a problem with it at all. And the fact that 40 is just a few short years away doesn't bother me either, except for the fact that my daughter will have an "old mom" when I never had an 'old mom'. That freaks me a bit.

Nah. They're just numbers.

drawls

Lately I've found
That I cannot get enough
of drawls

Particularly those of
Tim McGraw
&
Matthew Mcconaughey

I've never really been one for crushes
Well,
on boys anyway (lol)

Not sure why, just never have been

But those good 'ole boys make my heart skip a beat

It has to be the drawl

Yeah...I'll just keep telling myself that.

On da beach!...Siesta Keys, FL 

me time

I sure have a hard time sometime
Getting some ME time

It feels as though I'm 'ON'
24/7
And sometimes I break down
Just 'cuz I'm tired, mostly

Complaining? Nah
Just sayin'
Just thinkin'

I used to be all about "ME" time
Now it isn't, but I wouldn't change it for the world, either.
It's all about her.
EVERYTHING is about her.

Her smile.
Her giggle.
Her deep sigh when she's finally comfy in slumber.
The way she says "topoch" for 'ketchup'
The way she holds her hand out and says "STOP"
Just the way I taught her when she reaches the street..
The way she says 'shit' quietly after she's heard me say it,
Then holds up her finger and says "Bad word"
Even the way she opens her mouth
And lets her green beans roll out
When she's had enough

I can't help but laugh
And smile as my heart overflows
I can't help but hug her at least 200 times a day

Wait a sec....
She IS my 'ME" time

She's what I've been waiting for my whole life.

She's only been my 'ME' time for 20 months

She completes me
(To shamelessly quote jerry mcguire...I can be a loser)
But really, she does.

From my heart on out