Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Girly Things

There is something about baby girls that makes me want to shop! We found out yesterday that our newest precious is a girl. So, Maren (or Maryn or possibly Maeryn - feel free to vote in the comments) Abigail will be making her debut sometime in December (or very late November). Immediately after finding out, I was overcome by the nearly inescapable desire to shop. I wonder if I would have had the same impulse if it was a boy if there is something more boy related that I would have felt compelled to do.

With Brynna, we got girly things, don't get me wrong, we got lots of pink blankets and lacy bibs and beautiful little dresses. But our big things, we stuck with gender neutral because we didn't know what the following little ones would be. Now, we know, girl. This is the last, we've decided, so...

I want a pink bouncy seat and a big ole lavender diaper bag. I no longer need anything navy blue. Anything. It's kind of ridiculous. I want people to look at me and say, "Now there is a mom of some girls." I think I may be crazy.

I do feel sorry for my husband, though. Poor man is going to be the only man with a wife, two daughters, a little girl dog. Even the fish is a girl. Well, it might not be, but Brynna has decided it is and none of us are about to argue about it. Especially since we have no clue how to tell for sure.

Poor guy, he may never own anything without glitter again.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Little Reminders

This morning I had an email from my mom that I had not blogged in approximately two months. blah. So that got me thinking as to why I don't blog anymore. Pure laziness was the first thing that came to mind, but let's give me a little benefit of the doubt here, I'm not that bad, am I?

I think one of the contributing factors is that I don't really think anyone reads my blog. Except for my mom and Lisa. So please, if you are out there lurking, de-lurk. Give me a shout-out in the comments. It's not nice to make me think I'm just shouting into the wind. I may end up cussing or something.

I think another factor is that I am just disillusioned and sad. Jaded and depressed. Whatever. I am not doing so well with writing TGAN (the great American Novel). I don't have time to write. I'm sure this is true of every writer to ever spend even a little time as not-a-professional-writer. But, I have work, a three year old, a house, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. I am writing in ten minute bursts. By the time I figure out where I am and what the next step is, I only have two minutes for actual writing.

Plus, I want to go back to school. Partly because I miss school. I was good at that. I hardly ever screwed up at being a student. But also because I am not doing anything that I ever thought I might want to do. Brynna has informed me that I should be a doctor when I grow up. Which made me think, what do I want to be when I grow up. Because I know it's not this. Other than the Nobel award winning author of TGAN, I don't know. I think today that I might want to be a librarian. I'd really like to be a lit teacher, but that's like 10 more years of school or something and I don't want to wait another decade. I want to be happy in five years or less.

Then, I can't help but pay a little attention to the tiny part of me that says "Who cares what you want to be." That part of me thinks that maybe it's enough to be a mom and that no one really loves their jobs anyway and everyone ends up doing something they never expected, right? I mean seriously, have you ever heard anyone say "I'd like to be an auditor for the IRS," or "What I'd really love to be is a 911 dispatcher?" But those jobs are important. And I'm glad that someone ended up doing them. I just don't think I'm very glad that I ended up doing this.

Enough of my personal pity party. For those of you, who in theory, will be de-lurking in the next few days, here's a de-lurking suggestion - what do you think I should blog about. I know this whole thing is supposed to be random, but what do you like to hear about, my professional woes, my cute kid, my pregnancy, what?