Dave Barry's FINAL JOE MILLIONAIRE UPDATE. I think Dave pretty muched summed up the whole show right from the first episode. I know it's a little late but I also like his Valentine's Day Poem
:: tiffany 3:27 AM [+] ::
:: Tuesday, February 18, 2003 ::
Watch out for the Crazy Old Lady
I am walking along with my husband to go to the grocery store pushing Sasha in the stroller. There is this hair that is bugging me. I can see it out of my right eye and I keep brushing the hair out of my face and it is still there in my vision. It's a grey hair to boot. I stop walking and try and grab onto it and it's not on my head.... it's an eyebrow hair?!!! I got my husband to pluck it and it is loooong - about 3/4 of an inch. Holy - I am becoming an old lady with crazy grey unmanageable eyebrows.
I'll be walking down the street and people are going to say "Watch out for the crazy old lady with the crazy eyebrows".
People will be talking with me and they won't be able to take their eyes off of my crazy-old-man-eyebrows because they are not very womanly at all when they are all grey and long and sticking out this way or that.
Who knew a year a go how strong my love could flow?
I couldn't believe the love for my husband and how each day it grows stronger. This was overwhelming for me. Then we had Sasha and I wasn't sure even if I loved her right away. Everything was so completely surreal. Nobody can explain it to you or prepare you for the whole experience of having a baby and how it changes who you are as a person. I couldn't even believe that she was inside of me let alone home with us - stealing our sleep and making us guess and guess what was making her cry.
Then one day, of the day I am not sure which. I had this overwhelming sense of love for her. A love that encaptured the love for my husband and yet a new element of love was introduced to me. Sometimes I look at her and my heart aches with love and happiness for our little family of love so much so I think it will burst.
I made the love of my life with the love of my life.
I love you honey I know you are reading. Thank you for being and giving me the love of my life. It's a day early but... Happy Valentine's Day!
I was getting the pesto ready for our pasta dinner while Sasha was still in the high-chair after being fed lunch. I pulled a big bunch of parsley out of the refrigerator and Sasha looked at it very keenly. So I brought it over to her so she could check it out and feel the texture and see the brilliant green up close. I didn't think much of it and I put it near her face so she could have a good boo at it.
I haven't been writing much in my blog lately. I just feel "bleh". I think it is the winter kind. You know the "winter-bleh's". When I am hit with them I am not excited about much and I feel like I don't have a lot to say. So I spare you in kindness. Somewhere along the way something snaps. You feel spring in the air. The air is fresher and in the wind blows motivation that puts that bounce back in your step. I am awaiting the gust.
Sasha is growing like a weed. 7 months has come and gone. Some days I don't even recognize her. Her face changes shape and she is looking like her daddy more and more.
I am trying to "move" everyday and become more active. It is taking a toll on my caesarean wounds and frankly I need a break from all this motion. But if I don't move how will I ever recover and become stronger so I can have another baby one day. My husband is worrying about me because I have been complaining about my owies lately and there was a phase where the owies weren't bothering me. My problem is I feel fine and then I start doing stuff and then overdoing stuff and then it comes back and smacks me in the ass. Will I ever learn? My other problem is little-baby-Sasha is becoming heavier and I have to remember to lift her with my knees. Today I just swooped down and picked her up not thinking anything about it. Afterwards I could hardly walk and even getting around the house has been a pain tonight. When I get tired it gets worse. Now I feel like a hot bath and a good cry... I don't want to hurt anymore.
On a happier note. One of my childhood friends looked me up the other day and we have reunited. She is expecting today...well almost today it's 11:43 Monday and she is due on Tuesday. She has a little 2 1/2 year old son who I have yet to meet and now she will have a little one 7 months younger than Sasha. They live about 1/2 an hour away so it will be easy to keep in contact. She had a c-section too and she said it takes a good year or two to recover. I hope it takes me only a good year!
:: tiffany 11:46 PM [+] ::
Depends on how tired I am. When you have a little one you tend to sleep on the lighter side but when I am zonked, I am zonked.
3. Remember your dreams or not?
Infrequently-occasionally I remember my dreams - sometimes they are too weird to describe. Last night I was dealing with baby... and dreaming at the same time... too weird. (I still wake to breastfeed her).
4. Do you need a lot of sleep, or just a little?
I need as much sleep as I can get right now... period!
5. Do you need something like a nightlight or TV to sleep, or do you prefer complete darkness?
I prefer darkness and coolness.
6. Flannel sheets or some other kind?
We have cotton sheets... and flannel that we haven't used for a while.
7. One pillow, or more?
Two pillows, most definately.
8. Bedroom door opened or closed at night?
Open... I need circulated air.
9. Wrap yourself into blankets like a cocoon, or just cover yourself with them? It depends on if I feel cold or warm going to bed. If I am a little on the chilly side I love to cocoon in the duvet. When I am on the warmer side the duvet just lays on me and I still a leg out, around, then ontop of the duvet and use that as my thermostat.