Mailman June 18, 2007

Our mailman has a touch of Tourettes…well that’s what I am diagnosing him as. He literally came up to my door singing “Zippadeedooda what a beautiful day!” followed by whopping sounds. He “whoops” all the way down the street so that’s kind of why I think it might be tourettes, plus when we first moved in and he introduced himself, he did it over and over and over again in that one meeting.  Is it wrong to say that I love it? He is just so freakin happy. As he dropped the mail in the door he yelled “Hi it’s your friendly neighborhood mailman! Have a beautiful day. Zippadeedooda!”

meanwhile I was spread out on the couch burping up gingerale since I can’t quit this stomach bug. I jsut can’t quit you!

Bug June 18, 2007

I have had the stomach bug since Friday which unfortunately coincided with D going away for the weekend to help my borther-inlaw work on his camp. I was holding my own with an oogey belly and watching Miss S until Saturday night. While I was spread out on the bathroom floor S was crying in her crib. By y 7 am I managed to get to my phone to call my mommy to come over to take care of us. When she got to the house I thanked her for coming and she said “Well of course I came - I can’t have anything happen to Miss S because you can’t take care of her!” Um thanks mom…I’ll be fine…blurp…

Yup - they are big! June 15, 2007

Since I started nursing I have noticed that not only have I lost the majority of any modesty I had left after 35 years of life, but that I also now have no qualms about being out in public and testing the weight of each jug with a squeeze of my hand. My coworkers are often trying to carry on a work related conversation with me while I am feeling myself up. If they’re lucky I’ll follow my boob check with an obvious statement such as ”My milk’s coming in” They love that.

Squirrel June 15, 2007

The mailman at work tried to run over me and my 2 coworkers today. He hates us because he can’t just drop off and pick up a few letters here and there, but instead has to drive his truck to the back warehouse door and pick up 4 or 5 bins of mail. It’ s the nature of our business! In the beginning he would just bang on the back door not bothering to come in the door, but just bang away on it until one of us happened to hear to go open it for him. Sure he’ll smile at you and pretend he likes you but he always seems to have some backhanded comment for you before he leaves and then other times he’s just downright pissed at you.

Today we passed him on our way out to sneak across the street to the ice cream shop. He gave us his usual fake smile. A minute later as we were innocently and excitedly heading down the long drive to the ice cream shop, we all startled at the sound of a revving engine and the pace of which that little white mail truck was barreling down upon us. What’s good to know about me - in case any of you happen to be walking with me the next time someone is about to run us over, is that I have discovered that instead of calmly and swiftly stepping out of the way of the truck/car, I will instead dart acroos the street one way only to double back in a flurry to the other like that of a squirrel. I may even squeal a little in distress.

The mailman just laughed as he sped by.

A friend’s new blog June 13, 2007

http://thrownfood.blogspot.com/

faded June 8, 2007

Last night I read all these old post I had written on my last blog (which I had to shut down because a coworker found it). I miss that blog! That blog represented an important time in my life…single and in my 30’s and dating! Or at least just starting to before I met D (Bionic). D was sitting on the couch doing some work stuff as I read through the posts. Every now and then I would read him one about himself. I know he was distracted with work and all, but he just didn’t seem as interested to hear them as I was to read them to him. There were so many entries from the start of us when he was still processing his divorce and I was looking for the man to settle down with. Back then he was a mystery to me. Reading those posts brought back that feeling of excitement and anticipation in the beginning of our relationship. Back when he would leave stolen flowers on my doorstep. Back when he would say things to me that would make me want to run for the hills. Back when he would say things to me that would make me want to hold on to him and not let him get away. Even though it was only 2 years ago, I felt like we were so much younger then and so much more…interesting! Now I don’t feel like that. Could it be the baby?…she asks with an innocence…yes….yes yes yes yes! I love her so much and now she is the only interesting part of me. I’ve lost a bit of myself somewhere - most likely in the delivery room - pushed out in a bloody heap on to the table.   And though I love D so much, and even though the mystery is gone, it IS better now. It’s stability and it’s amazing and calming and home and it’s my family.  But still D and I just seem a little less bright though…faded.