For M on chemo Friday ♥
I was on Facebook last night and was “visiting” some friends I haven’t visited in awhile. I clicked on the profile of a nursing buddy of mine and was stunned to learn that he died June 1st. I sat in front of the computer and cried. He was such a nice, funny guy. He was only 31 and was completely healthy. I don’t want to speculate about what may have happened to him, but I’m just so sad to learn about his passing.
Have you ever noticed that bathroom water and kitchen water taste different?
I fucking hate it when people make plans and flake out at the last minute, often without calling or texting to give me a heads up. I have a good friend who is notorious for pulling this shit. She did it again today as a matter of fact—we made tentative plans for today, she wouldn’t reply to my text yesterday, and now G is upset because he doesn’t get to play with his friend like I told him he could.
J is coming home early today which means I can go get my nails done without having to take the boys! It’s the little things that make this mama happy, y’all.
I hate admitting this, but it is the truth: I catch myself comparing 6-inch to Footlong when Footlong was a baby. I’ve noticed that Footlong at 10 months could do a few things that 6-inch can’t. I catch myself wondering if something is wrong with 6-inch. I know there isn’t and that babies develop at their own pace. 6-inch is happy, healthy, and has met all of his developmental milestones (except crawling well….both boys were late crawlers). I feel bad admitting that I compare the boys, and I certainly don’t want to do that as they grow up. Bad mama!
I’m hoping to get the gastric bypass taken care of in the next two months! Some of my friends have asked me, “What are you going to miss not being able to eat?” It’s not certain foods that I’m going to have a hard time giving up; it is Diet Coke and Perrier that I’m going to miss like a son of a bitch. I’m not looking forward to weaning myself off of carbonated beverages at all.
I have a cousin and a few friends that never take into account the time difference between AZ and GA; it is not unusual at all for my phone to bing with a text message at 4:00 am (7:00 am back home). Drives me bonkers.
I can’t stand to read crap written by folks who think they are brilliant writers but in truth can’t write their way out of a fucking paper bag. They use too many descriptive words, have sentences chocked full of split verb phrases and dangling participles, their verb tense is wrong, and the structure of the sentence is so jumbled that you have a hard time understanding it.
If reincarnation is real then I’d like to come back as an Olympic athlete.