Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The tuff stuff

Today is the first day in 4 1/2 months that I haven't spent lunch with my little man. I never realized how much difference and hour a day makes. My boobs ache and so does my heart.

Being a baby is such hard work.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Email Love

Email I JUST received from Eric. Copy and pasted exactly as he wrote it.

FYI! Homemade applesauce makes NASTY 1st of the morning $hits ! Just thought you should know a$$hole.
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Hee Hee. I guess being all frugal(lazy as I didn't want to go to the store)and making my own apple sauce for Conner backfired...literally.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Do you believe in life after love?

Does anyone this Heidi Montag looks like Cher? I keep looking at her new face going, "She lookes like someone". Then I made the connection. Which is pretty sad. Not saying Cher isn't beautiful but come one she is a little long in the tooth for a young blond to run to the plastic surgeon waving her photo saying, "Ooooh make me look like her". Maybe it wasn't intentional but its still pretty freaky.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

What do you give the guy who gives everything.

6 years ago today, I had the pleasure of sharing a highly intoxicating fishbowl with the best friend that I had never had. That night as we walked hand in hand out of the "dancing place", I knew my life would never be the same.


You are everything in my life that is good. I love you beyond anything I could ever express. You are the barney to my baby bop. My #1 and only one. You are my rock and even though I sometimes fail miserably I hope you know that I got your back.

You give to everyone and rarely take anything for yourself. I hope I can continue to learn from your example of compassion and strength and I hope our children grow up to be the man you are today.

I not only say all this because I haven't actually gotten you a present yet either. I mean, I HAVEN'T, but I mean it also.

Happy Birthday my dear love.

I hope this year takes it easy on your aging, weary, 10 years older than me, bones.

Last one today.

I. Promise.