sometimes i look at recently updated blogs, just for the hell of it. because i love the idea of being that intimate with a total stranger in a non-committal way, maybe.

i am filled with a all-consuming and blinding jealousy. some people have this gift, they write about nothing and it comes out utterly profound, sublime, makes me want to curl up in my bed with that thought forever stuff. whatever talents i posess, that is not one of them and i curse my faulty snynapses and/or genetic coding (whatever is ultimately responsible - maybe my mother who only thinks in numbers and has not a breath of creativity in her body) for not giving me that. my husband draws. give him 15 minutes, and he gives you art. again, not in the realm of possibility for me. envy. but i sing a hell of a lot better than he does, for whatever that's worth.

dyed my friend chris's hair last night. there was a good 10 minutes of laughter over what i inadvertantly did to his ear. but then he washed the dye out (leaving my bathtub a lovely shade of peek-a-blue, thanks) and had a nice blue sheen upon his entire forehead which far outweighed any damage done by me. i got away with minimal scars. the upside; i don't have to go to work looking like my right hand was transplanted with that of a smurf. knew we shoulda saved that other pair of gloves for something...

brodie is sporting an adorable smile courtesy of strawberry jelly that stretches all the way to ears. i wish i had a digital camera so i could subject you to the overwhelming cuteness that is my son. you ain't seen precious till you've seen my baby. he's secretly sneaking off to the bathroom to go potty every now and then. he doesn't like to be caught doing it. how can i promote urinal usage? and how can i get him to go to bed at a decent time - in his own bed? it's so hard to be firm when he says "please, momma." i rue the day when i taught him saying please gets you things. i firmly believe now that you don't know the capacity you have to love until you hold your baby in your arms. i also believe he will be the singular cause of the massive coronaries i will be having in the near future. DO NOT FEED YOUR CHILDREN SUGAR! EVER! you may as well mix their kool-aid with crystal meth. i personally water everything down to try and dilute it. this garners complaints from kris. but as i know i am very likely to be diabetic by my 40's anyway, along with recently discovering i am eating every type of food possible to speed along my demise, i do not care. next comes...~shudder~ diet sprite and low-fat everything. the day i switch to nutrasweet is the day i want one of you, i don't care who, but one of you come to my home and end my nightmare. i will be the lifeless lump on the couch, crying bitter tears into a cup of sugar-free nescafe.

oh...i caught 25 lbs. worth of fish yesterday playing bassmaster 2000. i have crushed kris's hopes of greatness. my pride runs deep.