I am not one to be speechless....really. I might not have something important to say, but I will talk anyway. If something needs to be said, I can be counted on to say it. If something doesn't need to be said, you can certainly bet that I will be the one to say it. I don't look to be ugly.....just honest....BRUTALLY honest.
Anyway, as I was sitting here about to blog, I honestly couldn't think of anything. HOW SAD IS THAT? I read blogs in which people talk about what happened during the day. I love peeking into their lives. (Makes me feel a bit more normal....somewhat.) But for me to do that...I don't know. I personally don't find satisfaction in my writing to do that. Maybe that's why I blog only once a week....but check daily my friends.....you can find some of them to your right.
I almost turned off the computer. But before I do, I think I'll just talk about what I might talk about in the future. I also need to address just a few things. (I'm sorry for those who are reading and looking for a laugh....I'm not full of many tonight, but my future topics should be interesting to some.)
First off, on a very serious note...I have a mommy friend who just lost her 4 year old daughter. The little girl had health problems, but that does not help the pain that my friend is in. My heart hurts for her. Please remember this family...and many others who have just lost children, siblings and parents to the madness that is this world.
So one thing I might type about is end times. I had a cyber-friend comment on the shootings in Virginia. She said, "I don't know what this world is coming to." Well....I had just found out about my aforementioned friend...I didn't have the fight in me to tell her what the world is coming to. But I will :D
OK.....that being said, I'll just post a few goings on in my life and a few ideas for future blogs....I shan't be long.
I got a call from a DEAR DEAR friend today. He and his wife are finally trying to get preggers. I LOVE IT! I wish them well and quick conception! He called and said that she ovulated and he went through the proper reaction of this news....now we wait. Because of this....I have 8 things to write about...the pregnancy (more specifically finding out and telling of) each of my 4 pregnancies and each of my 4 deliveries.
You see, (this is for you men) mothers LOVE to hear pregnancy and birthing stories. Mothers LOVE to tell their own adventures even more. COOL, HUH? EIGHT MORE STORIES!
I love to write...it's a little known fact that I want to be published.... hmmmmm...we'll see.
Oh, something else exciting that happened today. I bought new tennis shoes. They were on sale for $39.99 from $50. Just thought I would share.
BUT, the BIG news of the day is this. My 3 year old went, BY HIMSELF, and pooped in the potty. This is only the 2nd or 3rd time he has done this. Anyone who has potty trained a boy knows what a big deal this is. You get tired, you know? I mean, you finally get them to tell you when they need to tee-tee. They come tearing through the room squealing "TEE TEEEEEEE." You react as if you just saw a snake. You tear after the child, rip down the britches and make sure that his aim is accurate. You are SO glad that you no longer wash 5-9 pairs of wet undies. HOWEVER, muddy undies are MUCH WORSE! Really....if you haven't done it, just imagine, ok? I mean, dude....MUD? RAIN? What do you choose?
So anyway, the first time he did it he had gone in to tee tee. We are encouraging him to go alone, so I turned on the light and left him to undress (yes, undress....he has to have his britches OFF for some reason.) After awhile (a long while...too long for a quick whiz) I go to check. He is leaning on the back of the toilet looking into the bowl. (I know...the mental picture is a bit much, but it is a very important part of this story.) I was gearing up to scold him for playing in the potty when he looked at me, pointed into the bowl and said, "Would you look at that?"
The pride I felt...and the pride he felt was a bit much, I guess, considering that we soon celebrated a turd....a real turd....not some accidental escapee. We squealed and jumped up and down and soon got candy as a reward. I said, "Did you do that?" DUH, but still, moms do this. He said, "Yesssss."
Well, tonight, he did it again. We may have finally broken the muddy pants pattern.
So I suppose I have reached a new level...I have blogged (again) about poop. Let's just hope my future blogs aren't about the same type of s***....you really thought I would say it, huh?