What, did you expect something deep? Well, you'll just have to satisfy yourself with hunkering down for some of my day-to-day ramblings. Cheers!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
On a happier note,
My collarbones always surprise me. I'll look in the mirror to check that my necklace is on straight and they'll just jump out at me, flashing for attention, almost making me believe I've arrvied at last.
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My dear, On really bad days, or even on mildly annoying days, just remember, there is cranky, and then there is CRANKY. And by that I mean, there is cranky and then there is MOTHER! My drug of choice (pre-South Beach Diet that is) was always rocky road ice cream. It always seemed that the title should fit the mood. Hang on. This too shall pass. Pat yourself on the collar bones and know that you are loved by many, many people. (And in case you need proof, just consider that a whole heck of a lot of us read, and comment on, your blog.)Sorry for the genes, but at least you did get my good hair.
I've been doing that with my waist... it's just so, THERE now. (even though I've been going up and down on the same 5 pounds for about a month. And the waist is not as small as I'd like but it'll do.) But yay for collarbones! And yay for having a waist! (We need to do more happy dances together, Beth)
And today was just cranky. All lowercase. So maybe my CRANKY day will happen the day before my birthday and then, on the day after (i.e. my birthday) I can indulge myself all I want. (I, of course, do not want to be CRANKY on the birthday itself.) And thank you THANK YOU for the hair. For indeed it beeth good.
And Debs--I KNOW. CRAZY. I keep seeing things like the veins on my hands or the fact that a bracelet that was TIGHT 9 months ago now slides loosely around my wrist, or I'll notice my shoulders as I get out of the shower and think--holy cow! I've got muscles under there! Tis cool. Not all the way yet. But it's cool nonetheless.
3 comments:
My dear, On really bad days, or even on mildly annoying days, just remember, there is cranky, and then there is CRANKY. And by that I mean, there is cranky and then there is MOTHER! My drug of choice (pre-South Beach Diet that is) was always rocky road ice cream. It always seemed that the title should fit the mood. Hang on. This too shall pass. Pat yourself on the collar bones and know that you are loved by many, many people. (And in case you need proof, just consider that a whole heck of a lot of us read, and comment on, your blog.)Sorry for the genes, but at least you did get my good hair.
I've been doing that with my waist... it's just so, THERE now. (even though I've been going up and down on the same 5 pounds for about a month. And the waist is not as small as I'd like but it'll do.) But yay for collarbones! And yay for having a waist! (We need to do more happy dances together, Beth)
And today was just cranky. All lowercase. So maybe my CRANKY day will happen the day before my birthday and then, on the day after (i.e. my birthday) I can indulge myself all I want. (I, of course, do not want to be CRANKY on the birthday itself.) And thank you THANK YOU for the hair. For indeed it beeth good.
And Debs--I KNOW. CRAZY. I keep seeing things like the veins on my hands or the fact that a bracelet that was TIGHT 9 months ago now slides loosely around my wrist, or I'll notice my shoulders as I get out of the shower and think--holy cow! I've got muscles under there! Tis cool. Not all the way yet. But it's cool nonetheless.
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