All that blabbing....

For nothing. My "monthly friend" arrived yesterday evening. After many delays and circling the runway for two weeks it has arrived with such vengeance. But its cool. Its part of being a chick. Occasionally in my younger and more OH MY GOSH, IF I AM PREGNANT MY PARENTS WILL KILL ME! days I would have been sweating more than bullets. But now, there is no longer the sweating of bullets but more of Oh wow, this could be it. I could be a mother. Its no secret I do not like kids. I can only assume I would love my own, maybe even like them. I wonder sometimes what type of mother would I be. I tell myself I would be a disciplining, caring, loving, understanding, putting myself in their shoes type. Not the soccer mom, honor roll bumper sticker having, losing my own indentity type. But I know how I am with my dogs. One dog eats toliet paper, eats her own bed, picture frames, even stands in the middle of the coffee table. I do not scold her because by the time I find the situation, it has passed. She knows she has done wrong and I just let it go. Another one sleeps in the bathtub - and I allow it. Maybe I will be this forgiving with my own children. Some people say "Children and dogs are not the same." To them, they are not. I don't have children, so therefore I say they are. My dogs are my children today.

20th Day, 7th Blog

I am officially 15 days late for my "monthly friend". I have not taken a pregnancy test, I have not been to the doctor. While I should be a little worried or maybe even afraid that I may be pregnant I am not. My boyfriend of 4 years doesn't seem to be concerned either. I told him yesterday that I was 14 days late - and he gave the little arm pump - you know the one I am talking about - back in the day of Aresnio Hall. I am a childless wonder in this world. I keep telling myself that I have my "start" date wrong and that I am actually on mark. I am not afraid to be with child but I am not prepared. We are not married for one thing. We have no plans to be married for two. My mother knows of my own desire to be a mother while not being married. Of course, she does not approve. She says the child will be illegitimate and have no name. Maybe she has a point. Here's my point - what if I got married before the child was born and filed for a divorce the day after? What good was really done? Was the world really saved or made a better place because I was married when he or she came into the world? I stand by my choice of not wanting to be married if I were pregnant. I'll guess we'll have to wait and see who is right - my mother or me.

Counting My Blessings

"Count your many blessings, count them one by one". (old church hymm). "When someone said count your blessings now, 'fore they're long, I guess I didn't know how". (Pink - Who Knew) I decided to give it a shot today and count my blessings...

1. Jesus loves me.
2. My mother loves me.
3. I can walk, talk, see, hear & smell.
4. I've loved & lost.
5. I've loved & won.
6. I still have grandparents alive in this world.
7. I have a job.
8. I can read & write.
9. I have hair on my head & my teeth aren't falling out.
10. I have real dreams about rock stars.
11. I've seen David Lee Roth in concert.
12. I know what people are talking about when they say khaki or chartreuse.
13. I'm an only child.
14. I have a blog.
15. I have 4 best friends.
16. I know the words to "U Can't Touch This" & "Ice Ice Baby".

There are dozens more. I am limited to time at this moment & these are all I could squeeze out. Please share yours with me...

How I Roll

Its a better day by way of I didn't forget any part of my make-up routine . Its not a better day because of my hair. It was just too humid this morning. Humidty with my hair does not a good hair day make. Ever look at someone and upon seeing them its like a million tiny shards of glass spewing from your brain? I get that often. I work with a couple of colorful characters. Somedays I just want a tub of popcorn so I can sit back and watch their worlds unfold. But I have to settle for just sitting at my desk, eating peanut butter and watching them walk by. I try not to engage in conversation with them but most days its forced upon me. I attempt to be clever and not make eye contact as to say I am really busy but it doesn't always work. That's it today - short & sweet.

Monday Mullygrubs

For those of you who do not know what mullygrubs are - its the blues. I don't mean blues like Muddy Waters, B.B. King or shades of navy but the blues as in another Monday, woe is me, feelings on your sleeve type thing. I was leaving for work this morning and realized I had not applied any mascara. How do you forget to put on mascara? Obviously this was great insight as to how the rest of my day would go. I had to get out of my car, go back inside, apply the black laquer to my eyes, kiss each of my dogs on their little furry heads again, tell them be goodbye once more and that I would be back in a little while. Apparently dogs have no concept of time. I had been out the door no longer than 3 minutes when I realized I had forgotten a very much important part of my morning make-up routine. As I entered the front door, there they were. All four ready to tell me about their 3 minute day and how excited they were for me to be home. I read a quote once "Be the person your dog thinks you are." Its hard to live up to that but I try one to two times per week. Thanks for reading....

Dizzy Blogger

I'm a blogger baby so why don't you read me? Read, read, read. (sung to the style of Beck's Loser). Ever had a night when you were dreaming that you were working on something or couldn't get something right? For example taking a test or trying to ace an interview? I had one of those nights last night. I kept dreaming of beer. Lots of beer that I couldn't sort through. Then I had a dream that I was trying to protect eggs in a hen house from a coyote. The coyote looked much like a fox but I knew it was a coyote. My dream interpretation book says this about coyotes & foxes..."For dreamers with spiritual aspirations, these animals can represent both the daring of our ambitions and the self-doubt that disrupts our progress." It says this about eggs..."Eggs are a universal symbol of birth & creation. According to Freud, the male dreamer may associate the image with his mother and a possible desire for incest with her." Okay, no matter how you dress that up, its just wrong. Good thing I'm not a male. So what do my dreams say about me? That I wish I were a male and I have self-doubt about taking the extra step to become a transexual because I may NEVER become my mother?

2nd Blog, 1st Day

I couldn't wait any longer. Its been 4 hours since my first post. I kept asking myself "What do you really have to say that is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?" The answer is nothing. I just had lunch in the park. Gorgeous day but no fireworks there I promise. I did however get a gnarly black bean stuck in my teeth. Always smart to check your teeth after a meal otherwise someone may direct you to the trailer park. I wonder why trailer parks and poor dental health are often mentioned in the same sentence? Doesn't seem fair. Port-a-potty's and wet pants legs aren't always mentioned in the same one (You know when its too dark to see & you hover too close or too far away from the target). I was really searching to add some wit & wisdom and am coming up short for both. Until the next post...

My First Blog

This isn't really my first blog. I blogged once about a year ago and haven't blogged since. So, here I go again. As I write this I wonder what type of blogger I will be? A serious blogger? A funny blogger? A sad blogger? A daily blogger? What exactly is a blog? An online diary? Is it really a diary when the world has the opportunity to read it without being caught in the act? Myspace without the pictures? Who knows but I must say I am most excited about being a part of the blogging community. My life is not in shambles today nor was it near ruin yesterday and safely escaping Mardi Gras has been a great victory in itself. With that being read, I must safely escape my blog for now and last but not least welcome to my blog spot.