Why some things are important

I pay way too much for my shampoo.
But my hair smells so good.
I like it.
I’m sitting here, smelling my hair, and thinking that life is pretty sweet.

You know its kind of ironic…

To put a title on this post I had to put a subject on the email….
And I’m morally against the subject line in emails….
I was almost asleep.
It was feeling good.
Now, I’m just tired and awake.
I thought I had beat this insomnia thing, for a little while, anyway.
I guess the few weeks of sleep can be regarded as a much needed respite, nothing more.
I miss having my own place.
I’m feeling grumpy.
I was in that floating space.
I have a cute baby, and I love her so much. Hopefully the laughing post didn’t freak anyone out. I love her laugh. She starts laughing and then I start laughing and then neither one of us can stop.
Tonight I was kissing her soft cute cheeks and she started giggling, and when I’d stop smooching on her she would say “Kiss me some more Mommy.”
And I thought, what the hell, I love her laugh.
She loves to fall asleep next to me with her cheek pressed against mine. And its times like those when I think I could happily have 4 more kids.
Can’t afford them, though.
I love the name “MOMMY”.
Its my favourite. I feel restless.
I’ve been feeling restless for a couple of days.
I feel like putting my girl in the car and just driving away.
I mean, my life is really good right now and everything, I really enjoy the new job, which isn’t actually a new job anymore. I think I’m getting good at some aspects of it.
I want chocolate.
And something that sparkles and bubbles.
I think I’m babbling.
I think I’ll try to go back to sleep.
Night.

Why do emails need topics?

I don’t bother with them, usually. I think they are a waste of time.
I think, henceforth and forever, that I will never title another email, unless required BY LAW, or by my boss when doing something for her.
So there.
I am so in the mood for Tirimisu.
Anyone want to go have some with me?
Maybe I will take my phone and do an audio post about it when I go.
Do people script out what they write?
I felt like I was leaving a message on a machine and it was terribly awkward.
Oh, wait! I WAS leaving a message on a machine.
That explains it.
Maybe I should drink a glass of wine and try it again…
Of course, should I do that it would consist mainly of me giggling and falling into things…
Should I?

And you thought your life was bad….

How would you like to have the name BORBONUS?
Things could always be worse….

A balanced diet

I wonder if Twinkies and coffee qualify…
I really want tirimisu, but I only have twinkies.

Something I wrote on Sunday

I’m sitting across the table from the father of my child.
I just asked for a separate check.
I’m looking at him, trying to recognise him.
The features I remember, but he might as well be a stranger.
I don’t understand how I can know him so well and feel so far away from him.
I try to feel something for him other than vague gratitude he’s talking to his daughter, that he’s bothered to want to see her.
I can see the discomfort written on his face.
Saw it more pronounced when I asked for the separate check.
I don’t understand how the affections of 3 years can disappear in a night.
He needs a haircut and I won’t be giving it to him.
He smells vaguely of cigarette smoke, when he gave up smoking two years ago.
I can see he loves his child, but his attention wanders from her.
He doesn’t really want to be here with me.
As soon as the food arrives, we will eat and some of the discomfort will ease.
How can we have lived together for so long and have nothing to say to each other?

Hi there!

I’m trying an email post!
I love my new job, and I think that I’ll be really good at it.
My theme song for today is Better Life by Keith Urban, and its been Belle
and I’s song for a long time.
Its the one I grab her and swing her around to, and we laugh as we dance.
Hope your day is going as swimmingly as mine is!

Ariel’s theme song for today

Perfect Situation by Weezer

A snippet from the house of madness

Katelin, to Grandma, ” Mom told me you used to dance when you were younger, Grandma!”
Grandma “Yes, I did, when I was 18 and living in Portland (Ballet).”
Elena “She rode motorcycles and stirred drinks with men’s tools.”

Now just imagine my little frail sweet grandma throwing her head back and laughing. Cause its not true. Elena can twist any innocent story until its the funniest thing in the world.

Hellfire and Damnation, or Life in the Land of Papercuts Volume I

Kate told me I needed to title a post hellfire and damnation, so there it is. I actually like my new job quite a bit. I learned how to do payroll today. Woo Hoo.
Papercuts are a common injury in the accounting line of business, or so it would appear after my first 3 days on the job. Looking at my knuckles on my right hand I see 5 papercuts. And here is the kicker. I wore a skirt Monday and brushed my left leg against a cardboard box, thereby getting a paper cut on the back of my calf. Really, I prefer papercuts to bites.
Life at Mum’s is good, for the most part, although sharing a bathroom with all my siblings is trying. It seems there is never enough hot water. And privacy? Nonexistent.
I went to the doctor for the yearly wellness exam, and after $400 they told me I was fine. I was really glad to hear that. Lord knows what the bill might have been had I actually been sick. Bitter, sardonic laughter.
Now we come to the fun bits. Yesterday was J’s Birthday. Belle and I aren’t living there, but we still have a few items there, because its been raining, and I don’t want the finish on my furniture ruined. I stopped in to pick up some shoes I’d left there, and left a card and note. From Belle. It said, basically that she wished her daddy a happy birthday and if he wanted her to come over and see him she would. So I feel like I did the right thing, even if he didn’t call.
Then, today, as I was about to leave my mom’s house to run some errands, I locked my keys in the car.
I called all those with spare keys and my grandma came to the rescue.
My sister Katelin curled Belle’s hair yesterday, it was the cutest thing imaginable. Of course, she is the cutest thing imaginable, so there you go!
I was going to take pictures, but I’ve been taking lots of them lately and discovered I needed new batteries. I didn’t think I’d taken that many…
Anyway, life progresses and gets sweeter every day.