I'm down HERE!

and they're OFF!

Taking Baby on airplane today...keep your fingers crossed for us!  We are going to chaperone Reusker on another of his business trips to Florida.  It will either be wonderful or a headache...obvioiusly I'd welcome an easy trip.  Wonder if it is realistic to hope that I can one day maneuver the carseat, stroller, 4 carry-ons, removing shoes and carrying the baby through security by myself.  Well, I can dream...

You say tomato...

Can you see the different parenting styles?  And mine only has a hand on him because he can not even sit up without help!  She is 13 months old and can walk.

Really, her mom was just worried she would thwap Baby in the face with the phone.  I knew it would take much more than that toy to hurt Baby.  Besides, he needs to learn to duck!

we're SCREWED! He said so!

so according to him, Reusker (using his real name) and I have a 26% chance of making it:   The chance of a relationship working out between [reusker] and meg is not very big, but a relationship is very well possible, if the two of you really want it to, and are prepared to make some sacrifices for it. You'll have to spend a lot of quality time together. You must be aware of the fact that this relationship might not work out at all, no matter how much time you invest in it.

Although when I use Reusker, our chances go up 14% points.  What does that mean (besides the fact that I am wasting time I should be sleeping)?

Debbie does debate club

I always knew this was true, with two exceptions:

1. I would substitute "life" for "public speaking", and...

2. Not at all true when 9 months pregnant.

'Nuff said.

its the small things...

I just finished the Sunday paper...and its ONLY Wednesday!!!!  I think this is the first time I have actually FINISHED the Sunday paper in 6 months!  And I'm not even reading the articles...just thumbing through (it would take me, the slow and disabled reader a YEAR to read a whole paper!). 

Each week I leave the unread parts of our paper in a pile.  That pile is my nemesis...it is a pile of guilt that torments me.  It reminds me how ignorant I am of the world outside my home.  It reminds me how much I hate to read, and how terrible I am at it.  It reminds me that I -forever- do not have control over the time and responsibilities in my life.  Come on...everyone else manages to make it through the Sunday paper (most thicker than the Tennessean) on the given day!  And the funny thing is that I actually want to make it through this one barely-literary challenge!  Well folks, today I did...I finished the paper.  In fact, I did so the very same week it came out! 

To celebrate I am tossing out that dreadful pile of outdated news.  Its a clean slate!

I also took the baby outside to swing in our swingset.  I have been in my own back yard a total of FOUR times since we moved in August.  This isnt Maine, I cant blame the weather.  We were both tired, but we each spend several minutes contemplating our respective swings.  It was a good exercise in fresh air for us both. 

This, after my triumphant 3-hour visit to the gym yesterday.  Yeah, I'm wonderwoman.

I think I might have dated a few of these...

Now I'm not calling myself a promiscuous bat or anything (although I sowed a few oats in my wilder, younger life), but...

well, here.

I'm not at ALL saying I agree with the premise...only the correlation to brain size.  Then again, I have a brilliant husband, and...

well, its only testicles...who cares about that size?

We think we'll keep him

With the new grill uncle tim gave us for Christmas...sure made Baby happy!

Leave.Us.ALONE!

Reusker lost the check Phyllis sent.  You might remember the insanely-irritating, thank-you-requesting, grandmother's friend whom I have barely even met (on the eve of my wedding, so she could give me a stupid $25 check!).  Phyllis called twice about it...first to ask what happened, THEN to tell us she took a trip down her bank to talk with them about it.  Someone get this old bag a HOBBY!  She said she just wanted to make sure we GOT it.  Yup...another "you didnt thank me" reference.  I was livid...wanted to call her and make it VERY clear I sent TWO thank you notes.  Once Reusker realized it was HE (not me) who lost the check, I made him call her back (and that took some wrangling, but I wasnt gonna be the FallGal here).  Reusker called and said we received it and did send a thank you...and that he had misplaced it, but that we didnt need another one.   She called AGAIN.  And rather than leave a useful message, insisted Reusker call her.  When he didnt, she left a message insisting that she would be resending...that she once knew of a couple who lost their $25 wedding check, and she understood (that some people dont have their shit together).  We just kept hoping she would go away.  Then the check arrived the other day.  I've never wanted to take a hit out on a 75 year old woman, but she's really asking for it

so outta here!

No, not entirely abandoning this blogging thing...just taking a MUCH needed vacation.  My mom flew in from Maine to watch TheBabe.  Reusker just left on a business trip, and I will be joining him this evening.  I hate to fly alone...but I'm almost ready to walk to Florida...I need a break.  This is the first time we have spent more than a few hours away from Boy since he was born over 4 months ago.  They say its hard for parents to leave their children?  Well, talk to me in a few days...but right now I am psyched!  Hard is not having a single useful person to babysit for even an hour. 

It will probably take me this evening to get over flying (I really, really dont like it...about as irrational I can imagine being, clutching to the stranger next to me...you dont want to be in THAT seat!).  Tomorrow I plan to stay in my pajamas...sleep, pump and watch TV all day.  Reusker has business meetings (and dont think he didnt hear about that...overbooking business on our vacation!).  Wednesday I think we might do one of those fan/hovercraft boats in the Everglades.  While I love the Everglades, I'm not sure I'm *dying* to go swamp-lurking...especially with the entire OrangeBowl crowd...but it excites my geeky man, and that's worth the price of admission.  Besides, I'll probably be ready for swamp as an improvement over watching Montel and Maury!

Still, I'm pretty sure I'll be aching for Baby by the end of my driveway.  In fact, I need to go gaze at him sleeping now...

To my beloved...

Reusker ~ I *know* you are reading...SAY HELLO, you boob!