...I've lost friends because I haven't gotten *greasy.*
...the circus, though right friggin' on, lasted about an hour too long tonight. Especially because that hour made our return home almost two hours past Grace's bedtime and will undoubtedly lead to a very sour four year old in the morning.
...that he really does love me. Maybe not for only who I am but for who he is when he's with me.
...some serious changes are about to take place in my world. But I have no idea what they are going to be.
...as though I should never leave Mak with my mom again because I am tired of coming home and hearing about how bad or how much trouble she had been.
...I am the mother of the two best behaved children that I know. And that makes me smile.
...I should be blogging a hell of a lot more. But I just don't have the want to these days for some unknown reason. *but thinking it may have something to do with #1*
...I should talk about taking the girls to the Children's Museum in the Burgh and then heading straight to a penny auction once we returned back to our state.
...I should talk about the Osiris Shrine Circus that Grace and I went to tonight. It was seriously a very nice circus. And I paid ten fucking dollars to have my picture taken with Grace and her best friend holding a baby black bear.
...I should talk about how sorry I felt for that little baby black bear. And the thoughts I had concerning the big cats and their lack of exercise.
...I should talk about how extremely bored I was with the balancing acts tonight at the circus but caught myself smiling in amazement at the chickas with the multiple hula hoops.
...I should talk about how sad M was that he couldn't join us at the circus because of work.
...and that he is supposed to be presented with a hand sewn quilt for being a wounded Operation Iraqi Freedom vet. And that the presentation is supposed to be made by the awesome US Senator who has helped him so much in the past couple of months.
...that he broke a lot of stuff down for me today when he returned home from his PTSD group.
...and that he called me a hippie chick. Ha.
...that I have finally found noserings that I am soooo happy with. Yay. And I feel a bit more like the old Amy while wearing them.
...I will be heading to bed real soon unless M comes walking through the door, cup of Timmy's in hand.
...I would love to be awake when he got home so we could work out how tomorrow is going to work.
...I've said a whole lot without saying much of anything.
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Get greasy, Amy. It's like coming home.
I'm here, only to read your posts though.
you sure did end up saying a lot... :)
you're right about it not being the same around here, but honestly I haven't had much time to write or read blogs lately..soon though! I'm hoping.
I've had sinus infection and have felt like crap the last few days so haven't been around much anywhere...but I'm here. I love reading your blog you know that.