Part (b) of Part II of Part 3

I often think about blogging and topics to blog about and then I forget to remember what I wanted to blog about when I actually get to the computer so I just end up writing random crap, when I acutally had something that I wanted to write about but just can't remember. I really should start writing this stuff down right when I think of it. But just so you know this has been a life long struggle. My best friend tried to remedy the problem a few years ago, by buying me a handheld recorder. I used to write a lot of poetry and I also used to drive a lot for work. On my drives I would think of the most beautiful poetic lines that I really wanted to commit to paper. By the time I arrived at my destination and got caught up in whatever I was supposed to be doing I would forget the words. Then I would attempt to retrieve the sequence of words to no avail and piss and moan about it to my very organized, problem-solving best friend. So, the recorder arrived in the mail, I bought batteries for it, put it in my car and promplty forgot about it for the most part, hence continuing the vicious cycle. I did, however use it to test my singing skills. I sing at the top of my lungs if I am by myself in the car. When I turn the music up really loud, I can kid myself into believing that I am actually harmonizing with the professionals. So, to see if I was actually harmonizing, I recorded myself singing at the top of my lungs and then I hit replay and about drove off the road. I should not, and can not sing without scaring small children, and sending animals into painful howling episodes. My daughter, between the ages of 3-5 months would cry, large, crocodile tears if I sang. I still sing (at a much softer level) and she just ignores me now, but I really should have believed the evidence the recorder presented to me and the tears my child cried, but I keep practicing, because one day, I will carry a tune without making anyone cry and I'm just too stubborn to believe there is something in the world I can't be good at. What is really frustrating is, my husband can sing and does so very well. He is a joy to listen to and I'm grateful that one of us can sing to our child without eliciting tears.

Next topic, I hope to find out if I got accpeted into graduate school in early November. The application was due Oct 1st, why in the world do I have to wait until mid November? Do the people who review these things not realize that people's lives are hanging in the balance of anticipation and anxiety and that if they would just hurry up and read through them and give it a yes, no or even a maybe I could go one day without wondering about the status and if my life is going to get exponentially more crazy. Here is the nutshell version of my life. 1 yr old, new job, contemplation of more children in the very near future, husband in school, husband, dogs, sleep deprivation, chocolate chips and peanut butter. Certainly, I am not complaining, I just want to know if I have to add SKOOL to this list, so I can know what to prepare for. Either way, keep your fingers crossed and I'm sure I'll let you know if I get it and if I don't get in, I'll be looking to see what's next.


Oh, I do know that I wanted to say something about people who diss Oprah, (www.dfriedberg.blogspot.com) She has more money than you, get over it.

Part two of part (a) of part III

I lost four pounds today. I would not say it was a good thing either. Sure, I can stand to lose four pounds but not in one day and certainly not how I went about doing it. Just for some background-I haven't eaten a stitch of meat (cow, chicken, fish, antelope, frog anything) for the last 6 weeks. Also, my dear husband woke up three nights ago and spent the evening in the bathroom, (not primping) puking. So, here I am at 6:30 a.m. and I feel a little nauseated, I lay down for a bit and then bolt to the bathroom to toss my cookies. Last night, I went out to dinner with some dear friends at Hooters (don't laugh, they have good wings) and I decided to forgo the salad and get some boneless Daytona wings (remember, I haven't eaten meat in 6 weeks) and then because I had my family with me, I decided it would be a really good idea to get fried tator tots with sour cream and cheese (did I mention I haven't been eating much dairy at all, not to mention anything fried), and then one of my friends ordered fried pickles and yes I had one. Fast forward to this morning and I spent four hours upchucking and letting loose from the other end. If this is TMI-quit reading. I knew I was really, really miserable and hoping that I could be knocked unconcious when I was sitting on the pot sharting and puking into a bucket. Right now I'm hoping it was all of the meat, dairy, fried foods etc that put me into such a bad way but I don't know for sure and all I'm really hoping for is that my daughter doesn't get it. It's one thing to be miserable yourself but it's another to have someone you love be miserable. Only time will tell I suppose. On the upside...I lost four pounds.