Flying Leap

Do you ever read someone’s blog (we’ll call him That Person) but, then just have to stop because he/she is so d%$&@^ sure he/she knows what he/she’s talking about … but said person is painfully clueless — worse — he/she’s got a sizeable audience looking on … so really, when you should be getting politely into it in the comments section, or just leaving a few illuminating thoughts on your own slice of blogdom … you’d far rather leap off a particularly dramatic-looking overpass into some random swamp and forget the whole thing? Do you? Huh? Well, that’s me right now. That’s me a lot of the time, actually. Do I flatter myself? … Yeah, that’s me, too.

Gotta work on that.

Right now, I’ve gotta get to Pick’n Save, though. Food for Chut, food for tomorrow … Aaaaah, tomorrow! I’ll blog on that next.

Bye, loves

Oh, but in case you missed it, Check out my pastor’s wife’s blog when you get a minute. It started out political, but it’ll branch out from there … and you’ll llllllllLLLLLLLOVE IT!!

And then you’ll call your mama for money the way you always do.

I’m an Uncle!

We found out today! I’d have bet the farm it was going to be a girl. Kristin was sure it was going to be a boy. I was guessing girl (I just had this persistent intuition … plus, I wanted to buy dresses and unicorns and stuff for my very own niece). And then, Steve called from the doctors office and said “He’s a boy!” So I guess I’m going to be an uncle instead of an aunt.

I can’t imagine how people could stand to wait a whole 9 months before knowing something as monumental as whether the arrival of their baby merits the pink and purple play pen or the big, blue barnyard blanky. What a blessing to be able to know ahead of time and have 4 months to hash out the finer details. And now, we finally know your name, little guy. Our little Josiah Stephen! We can’t wait till you join us! … And I promise, I won’t buy you anything pink and frilly.

Head in the Clouds

My head’s in the clouds … and that’s to say nothing of where the rest of me is. Yes, and I’m afraid that’s the closest to earth you’re gonna get me for a while. I am in love.

All a’flutter, all a’twitter, all my spare time and thoughts being gathered up and filled to over-flowing with B. And I’m SO HAPPY! I can’t tell you. And if I were to even start, you’d all leave. So I probably won’t. … At least … I won’t say toooooooo terribly much. I might want to actually blog some time, after all … You know … and not be writing pointlessly into the proverbial void.

Which leads me to the question you yourself have asked time and time again: “If someone blogs alone in a forest, and no one’s around to read it … does the tree he hangs himself from in utter despair even bother to make a sound?”

What’s with me and voids, lately? It must be the word of the week.

This love thing has my head in a void, though. Perhaps that’s what keeps bringing the word back to the forefront. And when I say my mind’s a void, I mean I am a complete air head of late! That’s not an over-statement, trust me. For instance — I would be the one who put a dollar into the soda machine, grabbed my change, and walked halfway back to the office before I realized I had forgotten my Diet Coke in said machine. That would be me. I’m also the one who put the bus money into the time clock on my way out of work. I have put milk in the microwave, knives in the toaster, and walked out the door with mismatched shoes … all in the midst of my twittering/fluttering VOID over B!

Ooh. Did I write B? Wow. Haven’t thought about him in a long time. Must be nearly five minutes since I just sat and truly contemplated the incredible significance of … *sigh* my very own B!

Good night, loves.