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Update

I think my neighbor who lives across the street from me is a serial killer. I’m watching him. Everything about him is just wrong.

I got sick this week, puked up my pancreas, pulled a muscle in my back, maybe I wasn’t very ladylike for a day or two. Yesterday evening my car began acting funny so I laughed.

Erik got mad at me this morning because he couldn't find his work pants. I didn't know what to say to that, they were in the dryer.

Laine was playing with my cell phone last night and now my screen has little fingerprints all over it and I don’t want to use it for fear that I may erase her tiny touches.

That's it.

Waffle

We've had a different couple of days lately. Our nights are routine again, we had a rough couple of days where I was learning how to feed my kid again. She's mostly eating what we do at night however she eats the leftovers the next day. She's usually hungry when we get home and dinner isn't usually ready for an hour at least, so now that I’m in the habit of putting a little bowl aside for the next day it's getting easier. Sometimes I forget and she gets a waffle and chicken patty or some cereal and milk for dinner instead. Those days I feel guilty that she isn't getting what she needs nutritionally, but then I get over it. She’s healthy and Dr. Bootin says we are doing a good job.
This is a video from Sunday morning. Laine's first waffle.

Flogging, Frank and Laine

Last night Erik and I went to the House of Blues with some family to see Flogging Molly play, I believe it’s the fifth time we’ve seen them play, (once at Fitzgerald’s, back when it was still open, twice at the Warehouse, once at Reliant and once at HoB) and each time we’ve bought a T-shirt or two so we now have seven or eight, I’m wearing one today. It got me thinking about why we feel the need to support this group, I don’t necessarily support their message or their beliefs, I mean, they are really just a bunch of angry Irishmen lamenting over wrongs done to their ancestors, but dang they can play a mean banjo. That can’t be the only reason that I feel the need to wear their merchandise, right? Awesome accordion jams? But funnily enough, I’m okay with that. My love for Flogging Molly is superficial and a little one dimensional but hey, it’s love.
Flogging Molly’s opening band Frank Turner entertained the crud out of me. His political leanings were just enough left to make me laugh and just enough right to make me agree, and his music was just good enough to keep me interested in the next song, then the next. Now I own three of his CD’s. Funny story, Frank Turner is from England, but last time he was in Texas he got a tattoo of Texas on his arm, that’s a reason to get behind a man, when someone loves you a bunch you kind of want to love them back.
For the most part Erik and I sat in our seats in the balcony and watched the show and excitement happen around us; Cassie and James would get up and dance, Patricia had her arms above her head clapping along with most every song, and everyone was singing every word, but come 10:30 Erik and I were ready to scoot out of there; Laine was waiting for us and we were getting antsy to get back to her, even though mom had sent us a text an hour before letting us know they were sleeping, it was beyond past our bedtime and we still had to pick up my car from Erik’s office and drive home, we were ready to call it a night. What happened to us? We aren’t that old are we? Ha, oh well, I don’t mind so much getting older, if it makes me remember the night before I guess it’s really a good thing. And in the words of Frank Turner “It's obvious my angry adolescent days are done, and I'm happy and I'm settled in the person I've become.”

Weekend Update

This weekend was busy! Friday I got off work and was able to spend a little time with my person and her family, that’s like three days in a row, or something, amazing, here’s to hoping we can keep it up. I’ve noticed however that it’s following me home now, I haven’t stopped sneezing for three days either, Haha!
I stayed up late of Friday night baking the cakes for Laine party, the actual cake came out looking like maybe Laine herself made it but my cake balls came out amazingly, I did a little chocolate cherry number this time that I hear was pretty yummy. I took a bite of one but didn’t finish it, I was tired of cake by the time I was able to try it so I didn’t enjoy it much. Erik seemed to really love them though and so did my dad and he’s the one I make them for, so I win!
Saturday was a long day, I was up around 6:15 with Laine and we started out really strong, with food and a bath and some serious playtime with the huge clean living room, then Erik joined us around 8:30 or so and I went to mom’s house to work out while I still had the time, picking up some milk on my way back home. Once home Erik and it took turns watching Laine and cleaning the house until it was time for me and Laine to go and visit Avery for her birthday, we didn’t visit for nearly as long as we should have but we all had parties to prepare for and showers to take so we left and met up with Erik again right before he headed out to get some ice and ice cream, as he was pulling away with Laine my mom showed up to help me decorate right as I was getting out of the shower. Then people started showing up and I figured that would be a good time to get dressed and fix my self up, a couple people caught me halfway through my makeup application and were frightened accordingly.
I took a bazillion pictures but my camera cord is missing so I don’t know if I can get them off my camera, the USB port is all funky. (FOUND IT!!) Laine played in her cake like a champ and ended up having to get a bath before we could do presents where she made out with a whole new wardrobe and some amazing noise makers. Jacob and Josh were holy terrors just like I like them, and Laine was totally into it too, they are the most amazing thing she’s ever seen, I love it when they get to see each other.
Sunday we made it to church early, Laines helped by picking out her own dress and I even wore a dress, I know right! Gasp, and heels too! Yeah, I looked amazing plus three to the max. We hung out at the house for lunch, Laine ate half of Erik’s soup for lunch too which was amazingly scary, it was her first big girl meal at home, Yay Laine! We had a little company too, Laine’s Great Uncle and Aunt came by again and we got to sit and be social with just the two of them for about 30 minutes which was so great, I don’t usually get one on one time with relatives who live far away, family reunions and birthdays aren’t really conducive to personal conversations, so I’m glad Aunt Kelly left her purse at my house, she should do it again sometime.
Around 5:00 we headed over to the church to eat some dinner and watch the Super Bowl. Mr. Clay made some awesome chili, I had two bowls and loved every bite and no I do not feel guilty for stuffing myself. Laine even got a couple of bites. At half time Erik and I headed back home to put Laine down to sleep and finish watching the game, Geaux Saints and whatnot.

No Boxes!

I told my mom this weekend that I didn’t want to be buried in a box when I die, I have my issues with closed in spaces and the dark so it shouldn’t be that surprising to anyone to hear that I don’t care to be buried, tiny dark places always get wet and stinky and I don’t want moss growing on me. I don’t care if I’m not in that body anymore, that’s not the point. The point is that i’m asking to not be buried, so don’t bury me. Cremate me. Use my ashes to make a pair of diamond earings, fertilize your garden with me or mix me with paint and make some art. Do not stick me in a box. I mean it. Because you never know, you’ll think I’m dead but then I might return in a few months with amnesia, marry my third husband’s murderer, have an affair with my stepson, get divorced, turn evil, and die again. Surprise! It was really my twin brother all along! You don’t want the chance of that happening do you? No. So don’t bury me, crispy fry me and mix me with some glitter then toss me someplace so that I scatter. It’ll be fun.

No Reason

Holy Hell, what does that mean? I mean I know it’s just an expletive but really what does it mean? It’s an oxymoron right? And why does Holy Hell bother me but Holy Tuna Fish Sandwiches doesn’t?

So I was told that I looked nice today by a co-worker and I was asked the occasion, silly little man. He hadn’t noticed that I’ve been dressing nicer since Christmas. I have been wearing heels to work everyday except for Tuesdays, because seriously, who wants to taunt Tuesdays by wearing heels. Tuesday’s are the kind of jerks that would catch a heel on the stairs and I’d be dead. I hate Tuesdays. Well, the occasion was going to be Jennifer’s birthday, so I would have dressed nicer anyway, which makes it even more weird that they asked today rather than yesterday or the day before which was Laine’s birthday and far more obvious, but now that Jenn’s car is busted we won’t be doing dinner tonight with the family so really I’m dressed up for no reason and I would have told them all that but I didn’t see the point, so I just said “no reason.” Well, except for now it seems like there is a reason again because Alicia is going to go and get Jenn from College Station so it’ll be late dinner, but a dinner none the less and that still makes my “no reason” make sense because I could have gone home and gotten dressed up after work so yeah, technically I’m looking nice at work for no reason.

Laine's First's

My Girl

Laine’s first birthday was yesterday.
I can’t believe that I didn’t have anything to say about it. For the last week or so I’ve had some insane writers block. On Monday I tried to write out a weekend update but I had absolutely no desire to finish once I started. Yesterday I wanted to write and epic about my love and pride for my daughter but I didn’t get any farther than “She has the greatest personal charm of any child I have ever seen. She’s lively and mischievous, tenacious and sometimes a little pigheaded. “
That’s it, that’s all I could come up with for her birthday blog. It’s pathetic. But knowing that it’s pathetic doesn’t change the fact that I still have no flowery words to truly encapsulate my feelings for her, so I’m not going to try. She knows I love her and that’s all that’s important.

So, onward I march. I got off work a little early yesterday. I was feeling so guilty for leaving Laine in daycare on her birthday but I was so busy at work that I couldn’t’ take the time off. I finally left right around 3:30 and headed strait to my mom’s to work out, then home to shower and get ready, when I was almost done getting dressed Erik came in the door with Laine so we could change her into something more comfortable before dinner. So even though I took off work to spend time with her I still didn’t’ get to see her until the normal time anyway, however my work out was done so I didn’t need to leave her again that night. Around 6:00 Erik took Laine and I over to Colleen’s house to see the baby and let Colleen give Laine her birthday card and gift. Josie and Laine played for a little bit while we visited. The more I see them together the more I think Laine needs to learn a serious lesson in sharing soon. Around 7:00 we left and had to run back to the house for my camera and then we headed out again to meet my parents, Erik’s parents, Kate and Sydney for dinner at Marina’s. We had a great time and Laine was pretty well behaved for the whole hour and a half that we were out. Considering she’d been awake since 2:00 she was awesomely alert and playful. She was given a charm bracelet from my parents from James Avery, a beautiful little thing that will grow with her as she gets older. It’s already got three charms on it, I’m pretty sure if I dislocated my thumb I could make it fit me, so Laine better watch out that I don’t take it for myself. She was given some colorful lacy socks from Erik’s mother from San Francisco. We didn’t have any lace socks much less bright yellow, green and orange ones, they are pretty awesome.
Right around 8:30 Laine started getting cranky so we packed up and handed out hugs and headed home. We thought for sure that Laine would pass out on the ride home but she didn’t. she was still wide awake and wanting to be spastically rambunctious until right around 9:30 when I was just too tired to run around after her anymore and Erik was already in bed, so I had to do the vice grip force sleep hold for not even five minutes then she was out; arms in the air snoring and drooling.
This morning I was up around 6:00, I bypassed the shower in favor for some laundry and dishes. I did a little light cleaning and then got dressed. I heard Laine rustling in her crib so I went to get her but found she was still asleep, she was just tossing and turning a lot. So I picked her up and held her for a few minutes before waking her up to change and dress her. She was so dang cute this morning that I followed her into daycare with my camera and snapped a couple of pictures before I left. I hope that out fit is clean when I pick her up; mom would like to see her toddle around in it I’m sure.

First Year!!!

Wordless Wednesday