but we've all put off writing it.
I'm not sure why I've been in such a posting funk lately. I have started and deleted at least four posts over the last two weeks, just because I got bored with them.
So I have decided to turn this post into a jumbled, garbled mess of thoughts, musings, and ramblings...but aren't they all the same thing? Anywho...I am off…good luck keeping up!
I have been really friggin tired lately. Between Spanish, work, and my newfound inability to sleep longer than an hour at a time I am worn out. Apparently, 71 degrees is far too hot for a pregnant lady to sleep. Not to mention sharing a full sized bed with Captain Furnace doesn't help either. I swear, if I could somehow trap the heat his body produces, then convert it to electricity, I'd be able to power NYC for the duration of his life and then some. It's not Spanish itself that is wearing me out, it's the waking up at 6:30am after not sleeping, making breakfast, doing laundry, getting ready, then walking to campus that is wearing me out. "Taking it easy" is not in my repertoire. Work also isn't that difficult, but it's getting to be painful standing on my feet for longer than 5 hours. And sure I get a break, but some nights it's just not enough. They all help me out at work too. I really do love working there…if it just weren't for the damn customers messing everything up, (and if upper management would stop being such buttholes and give the raises that were promised to people, and stop making life so hard on their GM's and Am's, but I guess that's what happens when you get a bunch of corporate monkey's in a room making decisions via committee…but I digress from my ramblings…) it really would be the best place to work.
I've discovered that I can post directly to my blog from Word 2007…I have to say it's a pretty cool function. Now if only I could figure out how to code html I'd really be in the good. Is "in the good" even a valid "saying"? Probably not, but I don't care.
I really love the PITA, formerly known as "The Terrorist", but he has no sense of humor (which is a lie, but I say it to make it sound true). This past week he has been dying of an upper respiratory infection. Which hasn't made him a happy person, but he is FINALLY feeling better. Anywho… He tries so hard to keep me happy, which isn't an easy job, and to just put up with me…an even harder job. All the little things he does for me just makes me fall for him over and over again (and I realize we've only been married for four months and we're still in the honeymoon phase and all of that jazz, but seriously…these things make me happy), things like…when I'm cooking he'll come up behind me and wrap his arms around my oh-so expansive waist, put his head on my should and say "It smells so good," or "I can't wait to eat it," or "I love you"; or when he sends me text messages when I'm at work just to say "Have I told you today that I love you?"; or how he changes the music station to one I like the second I get in the car; or how he talks about how much he loves my family, and how happy he is that their his now too. He's such a good man, with such a good heart. And I know he's going to be the best role model my son could ever have. Sigh…right now he just stuck his head in the door and asked me if I would like some decaffeinated tea, because he watches my caffeine intake like a hawk. Which brings me to my next subject…
I LOVE tea…or Chai. I could drink it all day every day, and The PITA makes the best tea in the world and he makes it for me every morning, even though he isn't the biggest fan of it.
And I'm bored..but I'm actually going to post this one this time ;-)