Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

365 days of hormonal ramblings, kids, rising through PPD, and memes.

I’ll be completely honest with you. I am SO not the “journalling” type. When I started this thing, I never dreamed I’d still be typing out entries regularly a year later. Some things have gotten easier to talk about, some things forgotten that I reread in my archives and got a fresh perspective on (time and distance and all that jazz).

Wonder what I’ll do for my next trick?

Who’s up for round two?

If you tell your child you are going to call at a certain time

the phone had DAMN well better ring at that time.

If you tell your child something is coming in the mail for them

MAIL IT THAT DAY.

Week 88

1. Spacious:: home
2. Crash:: on the sofa
3. Autobiography:: book
4. Sparkly:: glitter
5. Wild Thing:: song
6. Haagen-Das:: ice cream
7. Sci-fi:: movie
8. Voice:: of reason
9. Boy Scouts:: of America
10. Grief:: mourn

My bloggiversary is the 13th. Shockingly enough, I’ve been writing in this thing for 365 days. It’s the longest I’ve ever written in a journal in my life.

Wonder what I’ll do to celebrate??!!?? *goes off to think*

Sorting through all the clothes that you have grown out of.

I don’t want to get rid of them, yet there’s no real reason to keep them. I’m so afraid of being pregnant and unprepared again. I had donated all of Daniel’s baby clothes because we didn’t have storage space then, and I ended up regretting it most profoundly. So, they’ll get boxed up and put in storage and moved around every so often. Fortunately, I own the storage area, so it’s not a big deal.

Back to sorting and sniffing.

Mom took the day off work today so she could prepare for her church yard sale. This involved her sitting in her chair in the livingroom with her pre-printed price stickers, and me schlepping 10 tons of dusty junque back and forth to be priced.

I discovered two boxes full of old magazines from the 1980s. I put them in the recycle bin, only to get yelled at. “I’ll read those again when I’m 80, and it’ll be like I’ve never seen them before!!!” Riiiiiiight. Like you’ll be able to read print that small when you’re 80, woman. *trashed*

Every single thing I brought to her to be priced for the sale was met with “but I *need* this!!!!” “It’s a COLLECTIBLE!” “It’s an ANTIQUE!”

Every argument responded to with: “Mom, you have too much crap. You can put it in the yardsale now, or I can put it in the city dump while you’re at work. I’ve still got a few months before you retire. And if you notice it’s gone, I’ll replace it.”

On the up-side – she’ll be working a shift at the yardsale and will be leaving us alone for a few hours. Downside to that – the shift is later in the day, and the church has already called and said “If you find anything else you want to get rid of, bring it on!”

I’m getting a vision…….I see………….Myself, up to my armpits in dust and 30 year old shoeboxes just *waiting* to be stylish again.

Would you rather:
1. eat a gallon of peanut butter in 30 minutes OR 100 hard-boiled eggs in 2 hours?
2. french kiss a walrusOR lick the slide at chuck e. cheese?

I’m sure the walrus’ mouth is cleaner.

3. teach a class of hyperactive 3-year-olds OR a class of goth-punk teens?

I’m around toddlers all day. It’d be a nice wicked cool switch.

4. have high tea with the queen of england OR a round of golf with the president of the united states?

Golf sux.

Shamelessly yanked from Nicole

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