Sunday, October 23, 2005
I'm writing it for you...
B/c really, I have nothing much to say today. Our last couple of days have been for the most part less than eventful. I went to the flea market here for the first time yesterday and got TJ a new computer for his games. The excessive rudeness I experiences from fellow shoppers insures that I will not be returning there unless I absolutely have to. Today I watched my neice and nephew, Julia and Blake, and found out a little bit of what it might be like to have four kids. I have to be sure that it wouldn't quite be the same, since they are not always here, but still, just seeing what it was like trying to pay attention to four separate people for a few hours made me think twice about having any more for a while! They were really good, though, although I can't say the same for TJ. He really needs to start playing with other kids more, b/c he needs a LOT of practice with social skills and sharing!

I forgot to take my pill today, which might have something to do with the very funky mood I'm in right now. I'm very frustrated. It didn't help that my son was being a total ass when he had visitors, and that my daughter for some reason decided the best time to cry for no reason was when there was a house full of children. However, it's not mostly that that's bothering me. I know what is, but I really can't talk about it. In some ways having a blog is great, b/c you can write out your problems and get some unbiased answers, and some that you wouldn't expect that are biased. However, it's not really a complete journal if you know anyone reading, b/c, I've learned through past experiences, you can't really put just anything you want to on it. Therefore, I can't tell you what I really want to, and ask you what I really want to, b/c there may be someone out there reading who might know what I'm talking about and get upset. Damn feelings!

Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm sorry if you're still reading and just wasted that minute of your life on my rambling about nothing. I still love you, though, and am so glad you wasted that minute on my ramblings! I hope you have a great day, and I'll see you later.
 
posted by Christi at 10:15 PM | Permalink |


7 Comments:


  • At 8:41 AM, Blogger Jillian

    Well, my dear, if you wanna vent, shoot me an e-mail, I'll listen. And yeah, flea markets kinda suck for that sort of clientele, and it's always the best time for children to misbehave is when there are other children or people around.

     
  • At 9:31 AM, Blogger Cara

    I cannot stand rude people!! And it seems like they are the ones who always go out were out!! ha ha
    I'm adding you to my blogroll!! Just love your site!!

     
  • At 2:02 PM, Blogger Carrie

    I hear you on the 'filtered' journalling.... but at leats it's something.


    BTW... never feel 'wasted' after reading you.

    XXOO

     
  • At 2:30 PM, Blogger gina

    thanks for watching my babies. i hope it wasnt too hard and hope they were good for you.

     
  • At 2:56 PM, Blogger Jenny

    Hey I visited your blog off of Cara's. You kids are so cute! I just can not stand rude people either. Hope your week goesa better!!

     
  • At 5:01 PM, Blogger k8

    well, i still love you- as witnessed by my yahoo im buzzes. (not mentioning the previous absence of course)

    unfortunately your husband thinks he is more deserving of your time than k8.

    let's build a big corral and dump our kids in it with pullups, food, and water.

     
  • At 10:05 PM, Blogger 'Thought & Humor'

    We work like a horse.
    We eat like a pig.
    We like to play chicken.
    You can get someone's goat.
    We can be as slippery as a snake.
    We get dog tired.
    We can be as quiet as a mouse.
    We can be as quick as a cat.
    Some of us are as strong as an ox.
    People try to buffalo others.
    Some are as ugly as a toad.
    We can be as gentle as a lamb.
    Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
    Some of us drink like a fish.
    We can be as proud as a peacock.
    A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
    You can get a frog in your throat.
    We can be a lone wolf.
    But I'm having a whale of a time!

    You have a riveting web log
    and undoubtedly must have
    atypical & quiescent potential
    for your intended readership.
    May I suggest that you do
    everything in your power to
    honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
    Designer/Architect as well
    as your revering audience.
    As soon as we acknowledge
    this Supreme Designer/Architect,
    Who has erected the beauteous
    fabric of the universe, our minds
    must necessarily be ravished with
    wonder at this infinate goodness,
    wisdom and power.

    Please remember to never
    restrict anyone's opportunities
    for ascertaining uninterrupted
    existence for their quintessence.

    There is a time for everything,
    a season for every activity
    under heaven. A time to be
    born and a time to die. A
    time to plant and a time to
    harvest. A time to kill and
    a time to heal. A time to
    tear down and a time to
    rebuild. A time to cry and
    a time to laugh. A time to
    grieve and a time to dance.
    A time to scatter stones
    and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a
    time to turn away. A time to
    search and a time to lose.
    A time to keep and a time to
    throw away. A time to tear
    and a time to mend. A time
    to be quiet and a time to
    speak up. A time to love
    and a time to hate. A time
    for war and a time for peace.

    Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
    Dr. Howdy


    P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
    that the common culture of my youth
    is gone for good. It was hollowed out
    by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
    then splintered beyond hope of repair
    by the emergence of the web-based
    technologies that so maximized and
    facilitated cultural choice as to make
    the broad-based offerings of the old
    mass media look bland and unchallenging
    by comparison."