(with all due apologies to Gabriel GarcÃa Márquez)
Dear Snarkypeeps,
Well, Duty and I made it through the weekend and came out the other side alive. The boys made it through as well – also alive. Wanna know what I learned?
Lessons from a weekend full of love, spit up, and trains:
1. One smile from the Godson of Love can make up for hours of exhaustion. To see him get all excited about whatever food thing is about to enter his mouth is probably the cutest thing ever. (I love him.)
2. It’s entirely possible for a three year old to teach a fifty year old how to play. It warmed my heart to see Luke and Duty bond so well together. (Luke can’t yet pronounce “Uncle Bill” so it comes out as “O’Bill” and it’s beyond adorable.)
3. The Universe loves practical jokes so don’t go blabbing that you’ll have it much easier with a six month old than Duty will with a three year old. He got to sleep through the night, get online and take a nap. I did none of that.
4. How do people manage to do this whole parenting thing? I know it gets easier as they gain independence but I feel like I should go on a speaking tour touting teen abstinence. (Move over, Bristol Palin!) It’s hard, hard work. (Have I mentioned how hard it is?) Cats are clearly my speed. The Universe knew that and as always, I bow to its wisdom.
But you know what? I’d do it again in a heartbeat. They are the sweetest, most loving boys and Cousin O’Cool and husband have done a wonderful job with them. Luke is so thoughtful – I asked for a hug as he was heading to play trains. He said “I’m too busy now.” and ran off. Five minutes later, he came out and said “I’m not busy anymore, Aunt Weeha.” and gave me a HUGE hug. (Melt)
Wisely, I took off work today so now it’s back to sleep for me. Ah! Blissful sleep. (Must admit that I miss Pete’s round little eyes staring at me first thing in the morning, though. That, my friends, is bliss.)
Signed,
Happy to be home but so glad for the experience
Do I love this kid or what? Can you believe he’s six months old already? Time sure flies, don’t it? Gosh, I so cannot wait to be barfed on next weekend! heheh (I actually am excited about 2 1/2 days of full time babyholding! The barf thing is just a bonus, of course!)
I am so so so so happy to be home!! Oh my God. I am beyond ecstatic. My own bed. My own cats. My own coffee!! And rooms that separate me and Duty. Ah! Bliss! Mama needs her alone time, you know? I cannot be in anyone’s energy that much. No matter who they are or how much I love them. (Lauren really was the only exception to that rule. Loved being with her.)
Back to work tomorrow for just four days and then adventures in kiddie land on Friday. I am taking one day off after that adventure to recuperate. I think I’ll need it.
Hello FOUR readers (waves to Niece of Artsy-Fartsy who informed me of her diligent readership),
Just in time to go back to work, I am kicking this cold (finally). It takes a lot of work for me to even remotely stay in my damn body and being sick doesn’t help at all. Last night, though, I had the best night’s sleep in almost a week so I think we are good to go now.
J4 was nice even though I took a powder in the middle of it. I went upstairs to pet the kitties (who stayed out of the way of a 3 year old running around the table saying “Meow, meow” at them) and totally dozed off on the bed. I didn’t sleep long -maybe 30 minutes – but missed Cousin O’Love and family’s exit from the party. I think they left in a stealth fashion, if you ask me. heh Everyone else seemed to have fun, from what I can tell. It KILLED me not to hold PB (or, as they call him P. Diddy) and I tried to stay somewhat away from him. (Sobs into pillow)
I have never, ever been one to be uber-patriotic, despite my interest in politics. Just not. I have a funky issue with the need to be “the best country ever ever ever” – why can’t we just be the best America and respect the contributions of other countries as well? Why must we be the “superpower”? Hell, we can’t even take care of our own citizens and our health care system is, what? 34th in the world? That’s sad, y’all. Just sad. Maybe it’s the non-competitor in me but that whole” MUST be the best” rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care about fireworks, flag waving or anything else like that.
Well, it’s back to work for me. I got the written report of my chat with Kelly & Dave so there’s lots of meaty stuff to dig into over at PI plus must do drawing for the winner of the reading for joining my newsletter. Speaking of which, I best get on that, yo. OY! So much to do. I love it. heh
Happy Tuesday – it’s gonna be near 100 degrees today and tomorrow with no rain in sight. Summer is well and truly here.
Much love and cookies,
Snarkela
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Oh, hello kids! I think I’ve been a neglectful blogger of late and so we must remedy that posthaste! I know you’re waiting on a list of just what’s been the haps around here and I shan’t let you down.
Here we go:
1. Today, after getting my bi-weekly manicure, I will be heading to the world of the “boz-man” aka Peterbella to play and hold and do all manner of fun stuff with Cousin O’gives me babies I can adore. hehe
2. Well pump is fixed and only (!) cost $700 instead of the $5000 we thought we’d have to shell out for a new well pump. That’s a big ass win in my books. Plus, water! We haz it.
3. Dude who’s been ignoring me at work? Still at it. However, *I* have completely stepped into my power and it no longer bothers me. I do wonder what’s up but since I’ve yet to find out, clearly it’s not mine to know. So, I released it.
4, Practically Intuitive is taking off splendidly and I couldn’t be happier. I’ve spent my days at work surfing sites and leaving comments on like-minded blogs and that’s been a wonderful way to meet new people. I spend the other part of the day learning all about “Search Engine Optimization” and how to get your blog out and noticed. There’s a wealth of information on that and lots of people to help so I’m taking what’s there and running with it. Kelly Diels and her partner have a cool service where they review your blog and give you tons and tons of ways to make it better, get it out there, etc. (Called League of Extraordinary Bloggers) They are raising their rates but I got in there under the wire for the old fee which was half of what their new fee is now. I’m excited to learn and grow and get better with this project. (Latest entry: Adventures of an Intuitive)
5. I added E-coaching as a service and already have one sign-up for it and one more who wants to think of what she will focus on and then commit. Wheee! I’m excited by that and the idea came after sifting through blogs and looking at what others are offering. It was a Mommy-blog that had the E-Coaching and I took that and came up with a version for my site. We’ll see how it plays out. I need to sit with my Guides and plot out a process as a basic structure. It just feels like this whole thing burst wide open and that tickles me. Also, I’m learning how to write in a less stream-of-consciousness way than I do here because, you know, people visit the site to learn something and I doubt they’ll care about my sekrit boyfriends or why my cousin hates me. heheh But that’s great because it stretches me as a writer. And you know me: all about the learning and growing.
So, PI has been the big focus this week. It’s been a productive one, that’s for sure. YEY me!
Born yesterday (April 3) and officially named Peter(bella) and weighing in at a healthy 8lbs 11oz – same as his big brother Luke. In fact, he’s the spitting image of Luke when he was born. Is he not the most precious thing?
Mom, Dad, Luke and baby Peter are doing just fine and I got a lot of baby-holding in today. As the Godmother, I get all kinds of privileges and stealing the baby away is one of them. (For a limited time, anyway.) Those of us not involved with baby-having met for Easter buffet this morning and then we all went over to greet our newest family member. Hope he knows what he got himself into!
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Remember my other “Oh hell, I’m in a fog” post? I’m there again, a mere fifteen days later. Not even floaties last night could help. Outside of one thing going on that I can’t control, stuff is fine so I don’t know what the damn fog is all about. Work has been very busy and somewhat stressful but we’re on the down side of the week so that’s probably not it. I just feel … foggy. And grumpy. Nothing is making me happy at all. (Except whining which I do so love, as you know.) My two-year old was buying things again (a book and a new mouse) which is usually an indication that she’s not happy. Might be time to have a chat with her. Usually, floaties make her happy but that didn’t do it at all last night. (sigh)
Announcement: Cousin O’Cool and husband have asked me and Duty to be new baby’s godparents! WHEEE!! Duty has accepted this with a vengeance and has taken to calling himself “The Godfather” and told me in no uncertain terms yesterday that I cannot append the (boy) baby’s name with Bella.
(Backstory, Cousin O’Cool was hardcore into the Twilight series and got me reading it. When she announced she was pregnant, I was sure (SURE!) it was a girl and that she must be called Bella. But, uh, not a girl or else it’s a girl with a dangly bit. At any rate, I planned to call him (whatever name they choose)Bella. (Like: Peterbella or JoeBella … you get the idea.) Cousin loves and indulges my whimsy but not THE GODFATHER. (Since he doesn’t read this here blog, I’ll mention off the cuff that he has what we will call “gender issues” – going completely nuts if they put a bow on Max or something. See? Issues.))
So, I plan to call my baby (something)Bella just not in front of The Godfather Duty. (tee hee) Debut of (name)Bella? End of this month. There is baby-holding in my future and you know how happy that makes me. (Happy Happy Joy Joy)
I missed some good memeage over at Gal’s so I plan to be stealing from her soon. Glad she’s in a happy posting mood. I need some creative juice. (Where can I buy that in a bottle?)
Saturday 9: Don’t Stand So Close to Me
1. Who would you like not to stand so close to you?
I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be in the vicinity of “Dick” Cheney. He has really, really (and I mean REALLY) bad energy and I just couldn’t stand being in that for very long.
2. Which of the following aspects of your life would you think rates the highest: mind, body or spirit?
Of those three, I’d have to say Spirit but intertwined very closely with mind and finishing a sad, sad third is body. I’m working hard, though, on bringing it more into balance.
3. What is your favorite movie line?
It’s from “Bridget Jones’s Diary” – Bridget says to Mark Darcy “Nice guys don’t kiss like that.” and he responds “Oh yes they fucking do.” – he’s so proper and dignified that hearing him say “fucking” like that makes me giggle. That movie is my all time favorite. No highbrow fancy pants foreign films for me. Just give me Bridget, that wanker Daniel Cleaver and my love Mark Darcy and I’m happy for a couple hours.
4. What is your favorite movie title?
It’s not my favorite but this bit of conversation between me and my Godmommy from my childhood always stuck in my head.
ME: There’s a movie called “The night of the following day” – why don’t they just call it “Tomorrow Night”?
GODMOM: Would you want to see a movie called “Tomorrow Night”?
So, that’s my favorite movie title: Tomorrow Night. heh
5. What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
Hmm, that’s a good question. I could go all woo-woo on you but I won’t. I’ll stick with the mundane. After years and years of both feeling like a fat girl and being a fat girl, fitting into size 10 jeans was truly a miracle to me. In fact, it would feel like one now if I did that again. I have a magnet on my fridge that says “Miracles happen. Save the skinny jeans.” (They’re buried deep in a drawer but I still have them.)
6. What do you try to stay away from?
Places (even online) with very low vibration – fighting, mean-spirited comments, cruelty. In fact, I cannot even look at any stories of hurt and/or mistreated animals. It almost kills me.
7. What is it too late for?
Baby having. (Well, it was too late for that about 7 years ago when I found out that part of my body just decided to give up the ghost.) I felt really sad for quite a while, a good part of that sadness was that I felt I let my mom down. She said that was not the case but I still carried that around for a couple years.
8. Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
I’m gonna call out the Sister-in-law of Love here … when Duty and I were engaged, she was not very happy about it for a couple reasons. In fact, she and her husband didn’t come to the ceremony. (They did, however, make us a wonderfully yummy wedding cake. MMM!) Whatever the issues were, she has put them aside and has become a wonderful friend and for that I am thankful. So, a big ass shout out to my sister-in-law of Love, Becky. I loves ya!
9. Would you rather be famous now & forgotten after you die or forgotten now & famous after you die, forever? And why?
Oh hell! I want to be famous NOW!! NOW I say! When I’m dead, you can move on but while I am here on this earth plane, I want to be adored and worshipped. (Oh no. Did I say worshipped out loud? Hee! busted!)
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