Happy Leap Day!!!!!
So, how's this for bizarre? Have you ever woke up and NOT been sure what day it is/was? I find it ironic that it happened on a day that is normally NOT in my calendar. Hmmmmmmm.
Anyway, that was me this morning, and it's the weirdest feeling! I woke up, thinking I was hearing the baby (it was just Abigail watching a family video...one of her favorite things to do. In fact, since she was a baby, she loves to get up at the CRACK of dawn and since that's not necessarily embraced by the rest of the family, she often gets to watch her favorite programming...videos of herself as a baby. But I digress...). Then, I was wondering why Jason was taking a shower so early in the morning, but figured it's not necessarily uncommon on a Saturday, and then I remembered, "Oh! He's going to be cleaning the church this (Saturday) morning." And then with an unhappy jolt, I realized that I also have plans to help out at a baby shower and needed to go pick up some bagels. But wait! I hadn't ordered the bagels yet! YEGADS! I had dropped the ball. I needed to hurry because I still needed to get ready and get to the store and...and...and...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wait. I hadn't ordered them for a reason. Whew!
I sank back into bed a little relieved until I realized that I still needed to get Abigail dressed and ready for school and breakfast still needed to be made and daily life stuff still needed to get done.
SUCH a weird way to start off the day. And as I look at the clock, I realize that I'm totally tired and yet time is whizzing by. And I still have dishes to do and gotta get Elisabeth dressed and get ready to go get some blood work done, and...and...and I still gotta order those bagels for tomorrow!!!! :)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
The first of many
I know I have some friends who will absolutely cringe because I now, too, have a family blog page. I have fallen prey to the latest fad. I have succumbed. But I really don't feel as bad as I thought I would. I have many friends who have, let's face it, the CUTEST and/or CLEVEREST blogs around. The have inspired me to think, I could maybe sorta do this. And then finally, the last straw came tonight from my Beloved. Yes. I blame this "conversion" on my husband.
Let me explain.
About a year ago, my obsession began. Actually earlier than that, but I was naive and didn't appreciate the format for what it was. I'm part of an AWESOME online book club, Les Liseuses, and it's part of the Blogger community. Huh. Should have triggered something, mais non.
THEN, My Beloved started me on the trail of a politician who has since left the race (Oh, Mitt, how we miss you!). We donated. We put up signs. We PARTICIPATED in the crazy world of democracy. For our anniversary, he (the beloved husband, not Mitt) took me to a fund raising dinner and I got to actually meet said candidate, and I was hooked. I started searching newspaper articles to see how he (Mitt, not the beloved husband) was doing. I longed for connection to others who were, like me, too involved in the primary political scene. And I found them. Many a political blog fed the obsession, flaming the fire so to speak. It didn't help that my condition actually gave me time to sit and become transfixed with the blogs either. I was so sick (or so spotting!) during my first trimester that sitting was the best option, and what better thing to do than fritter away time whilst waiting for nausea to pass?
And then he dropped out (Mitt, not My Beloved....By the way, My Darling Beloved's name is J. I may just start calling him that. I mean, I do at home. It might be simpler to call him J in my blog as that is his name, and most people who read this blog will also know him by J. Now that I think about it, you probably aren't calling him "My Beloved" anyway. And if you are, I'm not sure I really want to know about it. So, from here on out, I'll just call him "J," but you'll know that I also think of him quite fondly in sweet sacchariny ways). Where does one turn when one's addiction becomes dried up?
No kidding, in the space of a week, two friends sent me invites for their blogs. HOORAY!!! It was fun to read about them and their sweet families and listen to their downloaded music and marvel at their creativity in their formats and picture arrangements. Holy cow! How I admire them!!!!! (and in all seriousness, speaking of these incredible formats, etc. etc., let's be realistic: don't expect that much from me. I WANT to be like that, I ENVY their style and hope to achieve a modicum of it, but truth be told...um...no. I'm an existing template kind of girl. But I'll try. Maybe I'll prove myself wrong. And yet...well, let's not hold our collective breathes, okay?)
And then I discovered a few more on my own, and another friend said I should start blogging (and, I should note, she also has an incredibly clever and great blog which I just found tonight) and yesterday I nearly started one but then chickened out. HOWEVER, while reading her blog this evening, J said, "You could do that." And the last straw fell, and I said, Okay.
So here we are. Getting ready for the first official post of Zoo Peters, named because, with three little girls and a baby on the way, my life sometimes really does resemble that. It's worth it, most days. Ha!
Okay. Alrighty. I'm getting ready to post this, so I'm just taking a moment. J said that this will be like journaling/scrapbooking. Considering that my written journal doesn't even know that I'm pregnant with baby #4, this things already ahead of the game.
Good times await. And with that, I'm pushing the publish post button in 3...2...
Let me explain.
About a year ago, my obsession began. Actually earlier than that, but I was naive and didn't appreciate the format for what it was. I'm part of an AWESOME online book club, Les Liseuses, and it's part of the Blogger community. Huh. Should have triggered something, mais non.
THEN, My Beloved started me on the trail of a politician who has since left the race (Oh, Mitt, how we miss you!). We donated. We put up signs. We PARTICIPATED in the crazy world of democracy. For our anniversary, he (the beloved husband, not Mitt) took me to a fund raising dinner and I got to actually meet said candidate, and I was hooked. I started searching newspaper articles to see how he (Mitt, not the beloved husband) was doing. I longed for connection to others who were, like me, too involved in the primary political scene. And I found them. Many a political blog fed the obsession, flaming the fire so to speak. It didn't help that my condition actually gave me time to sit and become transfixed with the blogs either. I was so sick (or so spotting!) during my first trimester that sitting was the best option, and what better thing to do than fritter away time whilst waiting for nausea to pass?
And then he dropped out (Mitt, not My Beloved....By the way, My Darling Beloved's name is J. I may just start calling him that. I mean, I do at home. It might be simpler to call him J in my blog as that is his name, and most people who read this blog will also know him by J. Now that I think about it, you probably aren't calling him "My Beloved" anyway. And if you are, I'm not sure I really want to know about it. So, from here on out, I'll just call him "J," but you'll know that I also think of him quite fondly in sweet sacchariny ways). Where does one turn when one's addiction becomes dried up?
No kidding, in the space of a week, two friends sent me invites for their blogs. HOORAY!!! It was fun to read about them and their sweet families and listen to their downloaded music and marvel at their creativity in their formats and picture arrangements. Holy cow! How I admire them!!!!! (and in all seriousness, speaking of these incredible formats, etc. etc., let's be realistic: don't expect that much from me. I WANT to be like that, I ENVY their style and hope to achieve a modicum of it, but truth be told...um...no. I'm an existing template kind of girl. But I'll try. Maybe I'll prove myself wrong. And yet...well, let's not hold our collective breathes, okay?)
And then I discovered a few more on my own, and another friend said I should start blogging (and, I should note, she also has an incredibly clever and great blog which I just found tonight) and yesterday I nearly started one but then chickened out. HOWEVER, while reading her blog this evening, J said, "You could do that." And the last straw fell, and I said, Okay.
So here we are. Getting ready for the first official post of Zoo Peters, named because, with three little girls and a baby on the way, my life sometimes really does resemble that. It's worth it, most days. Ha!
Okay. Alrighty. I'm getting ready to post this, so I'm just taking a moment. J said that this will be like journaling/scrapbooking. Considering that my written journal doesn't even know that I'm pregnant with baby #4, this things already ahead of the game.
Good times await. And with that, I'm pushing the publish post button in 3...2...
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