Friday, May 29, 2009

My Nirvana

Dear baby boy,

When I feel you move in my belly my whole world stands still and I involuntarily hold my breath. For that second, its just you and I. Thank you for letting me know you are there.


Friday, May 8, 2009

Dear MR. Employer and economy

I have a little boy that is setting in his bed with stomach cramps from the virus he had yesterday wishing that his mom could stay home with him today. At 8 years old there are not very many moments left when he will look at his mommy and say "Can you stay with me?"

Dear Mr. Employer and Economy, do you know what I had to tell him?

Mr. Employer, you do, since I am sitting at my desk typing right now.

Due to being on bed rest for a week and having to miss a few extra days for sickness for son or Dr. appointments I am out of paid time off.

Due to the crappy economy I can neither afford nor feel comfortable staying at home lest my great sales job be in danger and I may not be able to find another one as I am 5 months pregnant.

So here I set PISSED OFF. I bet I get a whole ton of work done today, what do you think? Me neither, my guess is that I sit here and blog all damn day and call my son every 20 minutes. The jokes on you.

Friday, May 1, 2009


Ladies and Gentleman(Slyde),

I got *benefibered today.

*Definition of benefibered: When your husband dumps benefiber, by the TABLESPOON(s), into your orange juice without your knowledge because that is the ONLY way you will take it, tasteless of not. Then you find out and sit at your desk in fear that he used too much and that your ass is going to explode.