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A deep and meaningful conversation between Sarcastic Mom and myself.

Enjoy.

Six random things about me since Follow That Dog asked.

1. I spend about twelve hours a day on the computer and most of that is spent working.
2. Right now is the only time that I’ve ever enjoyed wearing a swimsuit.
3. I feed my child still frozen blueberries every morning because she is obsessed with them.
4. I miss riding horses.
5. I LOVE to cook but HATE doing dishes.
6. I really dislike that people are scared of my dog.  She’s scared of Chihuahuas for Christ sake! [I had to Google how to spell chihuahua.]

Last night my eyes were a bit swollen and I had snot running down to my top lip.  [I'm an ugly crier.]

I was watching the Pausch story on ABC and every time he came on the screen, I started crying again.

I must admit that I had never heard of the man until the story broke that he had died.  Even then, my reaction was one of indifference; people die everyday and I didn’t know him.

As a matter of fact, I was almost annoyed at all of the constant talk about Pausch and his “last lecture” because I just didn’t get what the big deal was.

My original intention with this post was to show you JUST HOW BIG I’VE GOTTEN[!!!].

I have this basketball sized thing on the front of me and it moves independently of the rest of my body.  I know that there are feet somewhere down there but I haven’t seen them in a while and the pressure on my inferior vena cava is causing some impressive lower extremity swelling.

But, once I got the pictures loaded, I was struck by two things.

Do you know this lady?

A while back I bought her off of eBay from some “mommy blogger” and I don’t remember who.  All I DO remember is that the blogger wrote a funny post about putting this pink haired lady on eBay and I just couldn’t help myself.

The reason I ask is I’d like to say “thank you” since Cara LOVES this amazon lady.  Cara carries [say that three times fast] this doll around and gives her kisses over and over.  Occasionally Cara will whack the dog with the doll but for the most part, the doll is cherished.

Tucker got home from school yesterday and we were discussing our days.

His was spent trying to strong-arm his way into a finance class and mine was spent solving site issues and chasing Cara.

What I found particularly special was the fact that my entire day was summarized into about five minutes worth of talk while the actual day had felt BIG and BUSY and STRESSFUL.  There’s nothing like that “How was your day” talk to make your day feel small.

The enormity of what we’re about to undertake is about to drive me crazy.

This kid’s due to be born sometime in September and I just can’t seem to get my head around that fact.  I look at our place and the absolute lack of any baby stuff.  I keep getting bogged down with all of the details and logistics of having a newborn along with a toddler.

I keep going from utter elation one minute to total despair and gut wrenching fear.

This week has been a pretty good week.  I was able to write a “positive” post yesterday and was somewhat concerned that F U Friday was going to be dead before it even had a chance to start.

I was wrong.

Since yesterday was a list and I LOVE lists I’ll make this one a list as well.

Middle finger to you all:

Next door neighbor guy - I understand that you’re going through a divorce but is it really necessary to have FOUR cars parked here?  Isn’t one huge SUV enough?  Escalade, Mercedes, Yukon Denali, and then your girlfriends crap-ass Montecarlo…is it too much to ask that you pick ONE CAR and not take up four parking spaces?

I know that my blog is wonky and I thank you for your kind emails and DM via Twitter.

I must leave redesign to go and do family stuff so I promise to fix everything in a few.

I know I’m a big ole whiny ass and all of that BUT you keep coming back.  SO, you either enjoy reading my bitching OR you enjoy my OVERUSE of capitalization.  [It's definitely the last one.]

There’s been tons of stuff posted on the internet recently on the heels of Blogher about being a positive influence with your blog and changing the world and lots of other shiny, happy things.

I will admit that I am rather jaded when it comes to all of that.