no more whiny butt
Feb. 5th, 2005 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamagotchaman i have been such a complainer lately! ok, time to start focusing on the positive. linc has rolled over to a bag of christmas bows and is ecstatically flinging them around. boy, do i have a cutie here! he woke up at 9 again... he's such a smiley guy first thing in the mornings.
we're sitting in the little room just off of the bedroom, a very sunny spot where i've moved all my outdoor plants so they have a hope of surviving the winter. the lavender and ferns are doing great, most of the rest are just kinda hanging in there, and the strawberries... well, we'll see if they come back or not. there's even a pot of african violets that bill bought me when linc was born that are still cranking out little blooms! it's quite a little jungle... i count 22 pots (four are really big, too). there are crystals in the windows, and linc is rolling around on a big ol' sheepskin on the floor, and i'm sitting in my glider rocker, and it's a bright sunny day, and i'm feeling a lot better about things in general.
i'm losing some weight, but i know i'm going to have to do something like jazzercise or curves to really get the lard to fall off. there's a curves not too far away from here, but they don't allow children on the premises (even tiny nursing babies held in their big sister's arms!)... how messed up is that? so i need to wait until he's old enough to hang out regularly without me. i've left him for an hour and a half with bill to go listen to a service at church twice, and while it's certainly improved my absorption of the material, i still stress about it. funny... i had let cordell go spend the night with my mom by the time he was four months old, and it's unthinkable to me now! poor little baby. i was young and dumb...
i saw a picture of myself with shorter hair in the front, and now i think i'm ready to get it trimmed. i might just do it right here, just snip some bangs in. i'm also thinking of giving up the dye... there's such a mix of odd stuff in there right now. i'll look ancient but i'm tired of the chemicals, and i don't want to do them around the baby.
maybe we'll go do the dog park today. wiley would like that. time to get moving, anyway.
so if your christmas present's bow is a little beat-up next year, you'll have to forgive me. it bought me enough time to write this!
we're sitting in the little room just off of the bedroom, a very sunny spot where i've moved all my outdoor plants so they have a hope of surviving the winter. the lavender and ferns are doing great, most of the rest are just kinda hanging in there, and the strawberries... well, we'll see if they come back or not. there's even a pot of african violets that bill bought me when linc was born that are still cranking out little blooms! it's quite a little jungle... i count 22 pots (four are really big, too). there are crystals in the windows, and linc is rolling around on a big ol' sheepskin on the floor, and i'm sitting in my glider rocker, and it's a bright sunny day, and i'm feeling a lot better about things in general.
i'm losing some weight, but i know i'm going to have to do something like jazzercise or curves to really get the lard to fall off. there's a curves not too far away from here, but they don't allow children on the premises (even tiny nursing babies held in their big sister's arms!)... how messed up is that? so i need to wait until he's old enough to hang out regularly without me. i've left him for an hour and a half with bill to go listen to a service at church twice, and while it's certainly improved my absorption of the material, i still stress about it. funny... i had let cordell go spend the night with my mom by the time he was four months old, and it's unthinkable to me now! poor little baby. i was young and dumb...
i saw a picture of myself with shorter hair in the front, and now i think i'm ready to get it trimmed. i might just do it right here, just snip some bangs in. i'm also thinking of giving up the dye... there's such a mix of odd stuff in there right now. i'll look ancient but i'm tired of the chemicals, and i don't want to do them around the baby.
maybe we'll go do the dog park today. wiley would like that. time to get moving, anyway.
so if your christmas present's bow is a little beat-up next year, you'll have to forgive me. it bought me enough time to write this!
