son dae
well.
kaydance is in her crib, fighting a nap. that is usual these days. she is sticking her legs through the slats and kicking the wall...this makes her laugh, which makes her drop her pacifier on the floor (usually in the hardest to reach spot underneath the crib) which in turn makes her cry. this usually, after i let her cry a bit, summons me into her room to find her crying real tears yet dancing and clapping and smiling. maybe its just the sight of me (hey there egotistical woman...no, but seriously). anyway, we do this several times, or maybe two...then she will finally quite down, and sleeeeeeeeeep. if she doesnt, well, then there is hell to pay in the mood department cuz she will not be happy. this is a game of dominoes. she really is delightful though. cant belive i got so lucky, shes a smart baby.
i digress...
well.
there are some cats fighting in the street. god. sometimes i really hate cats. they are devilish, and too independant, and are down right scary to me. their eyes are always...pointy and evil. ick, i feel as though they are constantly casting spells on me. well, not me. but, on people. eh. i dont "hate" cats. they are just not pets for me. and i HATE the sound of cats fighting. it is so annoying. they just never shut up...then they stand facing each other doing that freaking retarded meow thing that cats do right before they rear up on their hind legs and claw out somethings eyes.....
stray cats, anyway.
rain.
again.
maybe thats a good thing though. i think ive enjoyed it, really. the sound, the cool fresh air. the rising puddle that is the yard due to sloping and cracked concrete. good luck getting grass to grow. but, one cant complain too loudly. it is a place to live, and afordable. mostly. i find myself looking on remax for houses that i know i cannot buy, but...hey, whats the harm in looking right? at least if and when i DO get to buy a house i will know whats out there. plus its fun. lame yeah?
ppppfffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttttttt.
back to work tomorrow.
i met a woman at work on wednesday that very well could have been my grandmother. reincarnated of course. she had some of the same stories, the same build, was the same size, wore the same perfume (i swear!!), and even had a broach on her jacket that was like one my grams used to wear. she was talking about how she was in the hospital again with a sickness and how she was preaching the good news to the doctors, and how she wasnt afraid to die because she knew where she was a going....she said she had an out of body experience. just like my grams said. and then god sent her back....just like my grams said. course, i dont think this woman is my grandmother...that'd be silliness. (right??) but,she sure did remind me of her. and i smiled as i listened to her stories, and i wondered if maybe she has a piece of grams in her...like, maybe her conciousness or something. maybe just a small tid bit. and maybe she was sent to the office that day to remind me of it. maybe. could happen, ya never know. i did give her a hug though....just in case it WAS my grams. lol. i laugh, but am totally serious.
blah.
think katy finally fell asleep, so im gonna try to get something done...dishes, maybe....
kaydance is in her crib, fighting a nap. that is usual these days. she is sticking her legs through the slats and kicking the wall...this makes her laugh, which makes her drop her pacifier on the floor (usually in the hardest to reach spot underneath the crib) which in turn makes her cry. this usually, after i let her cry a bit, summons me into her room to find her crying real tears yet dancing and clapping and smiling. maybe its just the sight of me (hey there egotistical woman...no, but seriously). anyway, we do this several times, or maybe two...then she will finally quite down, and sleeeeeeeeeep. if she doesnt, well, then there is hell to pay in the mood department cuz she will not be happy. this is a game of dominoes. she really is delightful though. cant belive i got so lucky, shes a smart baby.
i digress...
well.
there are some cats fighting in the street. god. sometimes i really hate cats. they are devilish, and too independant, and are down right scary to me. their eyes are always...pointy and evil. ick, i feel as though they are constantly casting spells on me. well, not me. but, on people. eh. i dont "hate" cats. they are just not pets for me. and i HATE the sound of cats fighting. it is so annoying. they just never shut up...then they stand facing each other doing that freaking retarded meow thing that cats do right before they rear up on their hind legs and claw out somethings eyes.....
stray cats, anyway.
rain.
again.
maybe thats a good thing though. i think ive enjoyed it, really. the sound, the cool fresh air. the rising puddle that is the yard due to sloping and cracked concrete. good luck getting grass to grow. but, one cant complain too loudly. it is a place to live, and afordable. mostly. i find myself looking on remax for houses that i know i cannot buy, but...hey, whats the harm in looking right? at least if and when i DO get to buy a house i will know whats out there. plus its fun. lame yeah?
ppppfffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtttttttttttt.
back to work tomorrow.
i met a woman at work on wednesday that very well could have been my grandmother. reincarnated of course. she had some of the same stories, the same build, was the same size, wore the same perfume (i swear!!), and even had a broach on her jacket that was like one my grams used to wear. she was talking about how she was in the hospital again with a sickness and how she was preaching the good news to the doctors, and how she wasnt afraid to die because she knew where she was a going....she said she had an out of body experience. just like my grams said. and then god sent her back....just like my grams said. course, i dont think this woman is my grandmother...that'd be silliness. (right??) but,she sure did remind me of her. and i smiled as i listened to her stories, and i wondered if maybe she has a piece of grams in her...like, maybe her conciousness or something. maybe just a small tid bit. and maybe she was sent to the office that day to remind me of it. maybe. could happen, ya never know. i did give her a hug though....just in case it WAS my grams. lol. i laugh, but am totally serious.
blah.
think katy finally fell asleep, so im gonna try to get something done...dishes, maybe....