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Waiting for my hubs to get home from work (he had band from 12-2 then worked 4-9 and no car = left at 11 be home around 9:45) (a car is on "our list" hoping to have one soon! *fingers crossed*) and I totally just ate a whole 3 pack of lindors. this is bad because I don't really like them, the creamy weird chocolate is gross and waxy, and I love toblerone so much more and I still have one from chanukkah I could eat. I really want to make coffee but know that is a stupid idea at 8pm on a thursday.
I feel weird. It is probably because bebe is totally sick and I am all amped up for this weekend - a few parties, some friends. And maybe ...
I am also all anxious over this house. I know their are (not sure what to call them.. entities?) in the upstairs hall and all around bebe, and even in the basement. Mostly they are just hovering and hiding behind walls and in doorways waiting until I pass as to not bother me. I know they are there. I know that one is probably my grandmother, and one is probably babe's grandfather... but there are a few more. When we went to the psychics in Salem at thanksgiving I was told something that I already knew but got a smack load of confirmation about how "I am not crazy". I had a definite moment earlier this evening about being ready to "See" or "hear". Not ready.
If you've ever watch "long island medium" than it is kind of like that.
I should be writing, or at least reading. I am reading a fictitious bio-epic about Josephine Bonaparte: it is very good. Full of colonialism, revolution, sex and violence and motherhood. Very nice. On page 200 and only just met Napoleon. Neither he or Josephine were "French"... both from colonies. Pretty f*ing fantastic if you ask me. He is from Corsica and she is from Martinique. And she had a maid/lady's maid/wet nurse that was her half sister.. aka a martinique freed slave who shared her father genes with. Too cool. In terms of history and how the real world works. Not a secret either. So not as dramatic as Sally Hemmings by any means.
Birthday soon. I am missing some central people these days.
Went for an hour walk yesterday in the sunlight. it was amazing. If you'd offered me the chance to walk to the cottage and camp out in a physical endurance challenge and eat sticks and rabbits for a week: I would have done it. I felt so good. I even chose a route that sucked... and had to carry the stroller over the ice with a sleeping bebe in it, while boys... 17-21ysold hooted and hollered at me, it looked like a travois. it was heavy and hard and fantastic. I think I am all cooped up.
I want to order pizza. Not only because it is easier than cooking but because it will be cheesy and delicious and come with wings. MEAT. So first world problems. I wish we had meat. As oppose to being grateful for the cupboards full of proteins. hmmmm...
I am going to suggest watching "planets of the apes: rising" tomorrow night for shabbat. I know you can rent on appleTV. I sorta want to see it just for Tom Felton. I know.. supper creepy and stalkery. But hey.. it is what it is.
I wore my ravenclaw scarf yesterday. I used my other one over the weekend as a changing pad substitute on the floor of a fast food restaurant. All sorts of places don't have baby changing stations when you think they would. I felt so dirty. Not a Ravenclaw....
Is it weird that I let something that isn't real contribute so much noise to my life?
I want to eat... nom. But I will wait until 10pm to eat dinner with my lovely devoted working husband.
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I feel weird. It is probably because bebe is totally sick and I am all amped up for this weekend - a few parties, some friends. And maybe ...
I am also all anxious over this house. I know their are (not sure what to call them.. entities?) in the upstairs hall and all around bebe, and even in the basement. Mostly they are just hovering and hiding behind walls and in doorways waiting until I pass as to not bother me. I know they are there. I know that one is probably my grandmother, and one is probably babe's grandfather... but there are a few more. When we went to the psychics in Salem at thanksgiving I was told something that I already knew but got a smack load of confirmation about how "I am not crazy". I had a definite moment earlier this evening about being ready to "See" or "hear". Not ready.
If you've ever watch "long island medium" than it is kind of like that.
I should be writing, or at least reading. I am reading a fictitious bio-epic about Josephine Bonaparte: it is very good. Full of colonialism, revolution, sex and violence and motherhood. Very nice. On page 200 and only just met Napoleon. Neither he or Josephine were "French"... both from colonies. Pretty f*ing fantastic if you ask me. He is from Corsica and she is from Martinique. And she had a maid/lady's maid/wet nurse that was her half sister.. aka a martinique freed slave who shared her father genes with. Too cool. In terms of history and how the real world works. Not a secret either. So not as dramatic as Sally Hemmings by any means.
Birthday soon. I am missing some central people these days.
Went for an hour walk yesterday in the sunlight. it was amazing. If you'd offered me the chance to walk to the cottage and camp out in a physical endurance challenge and eat sticks and rabbits for a week: I would have done it. I felt so good. I even chose a route that sucked... and had to carry the stroller over the ice with a sleeping bebe in it, while boys... 17-21ysold hooted and hollered at me, it looked like a travois. it was heavy and hard and fantastic. I think I am all cooped up.
I want to order pizza. Not only because it is easier than cooking but because it will be cheesy and delicious and come with wings. MEAT. So first world problems. I wish we had meat. As oppose to being grateful for the cupboards full of proteins. hmmmm...
I am going to suggest watching "planets of the apes: rising" tomorrow night for shabbat. I know you can rent on appleTV. I sorta want to see it just for Tom Felton. I know.. supper creepy and stalkery. But hey.. it is what it is.
I wore my ravenclaw scarf yesterday. I used my other one over the weekend as a changing pad substitute on the floor of a fast food restaurant. All sorts of places don't have baby changing stations when you think they would. I felt so dirty. Not a Ravenclaw....
Is it weird that I let something that isn't real contribute so much noise to my life?
I want to eat... nom. But I will wait until 10pm to eat dinner with my lovely devoted working husband.
Arc