Queen of Rambles

I feel totally brain dead right now, which should lead to a mind numbing journal entry. I really don’t have anything to say, but I would hate to disappoint all my loyal fans who enjoy reading my overly long ramble. Ha! I know I am too wordy. I try not to be. The other night we got a community college course offering pamphlet and one of the courses offered was “Writing your life story.” I told Mike we should take it together and he balked at the idea, saying he could write his life story in three paragraphs. He then went on to tell me his entire life story:

I grew up on a farm.

I went to university and then moved to northern Sweden.

I met you and moved to the United States.

Apparently he thinks the words sentence and paragraph are interchangeable. I tried to press him to add some details, but he wasn’t interested. He then suggested that I should tell my life story and I started laughing like a crazed hyena. Did he honestly think I could tell him my whole life story over dinner? I am only 31 years old, but my life story would be at least an 800 page novel if I stick with my normal writing style.

And now for a subject shift. Don’t you like the transition?

Yesterday the doctor gave me a couple of different pregnancy/baby magazines which I was happy to get. I hate buying magazines. I feel like I’m paying for ads and I don’t want to do that. They should be paying ME to read the stupid things. As expected, most of the articles were overly perky or insipid, though there was some information I didn’t know so it was good to read them.

However.

Oh boy.

One article got on my last nerve. It was all about having sex during pregnancy, so of course I read it. I’ve heard that some people are scared to hurt the baby, scared the baby is watching or have other sexual turn-offs but that hasn’t happened to me. If anything being pregnant has increased my libido.

Unfortunately it didn’t give any tips for making sex more comfortable or anything of the sort. Instead, it basically told woman how to get their husbands to have sex with them by tricking them into it since obviously women are too shy to ask their partners for a good hump. I don’t understand it. How can you be expecting a child with a person and be too shy to tell him you’re horny? It would never occur to me to be scared to tell Mike to strip and meet me in the bed. I don’t think I’m unusual in this. How can a couple even get pregnant if they are too shy to consummate their marriage? Is this magazine aimed at high schoolers or what?

So that annoyed me.

Everything is annoying me.

Tonight at water aerobics I just wanted to rip the heads off several people because they were annoying me. And I hate our new routine. Ugh.

There were thirty people there tonight, which meant there was very little room to move around. I scooted out to the side so I wasn’t in the crowd and ended up surrounded by the whiners and moaners. All they did was complain the whole time and I just wanted to slap them. I couldn’t really blame them for complaining since I don’t like the new routine either, but instead of whining I just do my own thing when I feel like it. I don’t feel the need to run my mouth.

Then one lady came up to me and started telling me about this really great deep water class that they have on Saturday mornings. I politely said it sounded like fun, and she got excited and told me she would add my name to the list–I just needed to pay my $75 at the front desk. Uhhhhh. . . .little premature there lady, don’t you think? I probably should go to the class, but there is no way in hell I’m going to an 8:15 class. I’ll still be in bed, possibly non-shyly seducing my husband. She got really mad and told me that all young people are lazy. Wasn’t that sweet? I guess if you don’t work you don’t care if you get up early on a Saturday since you can sleep in on the other days. I don’t think people like this lady understand the realities of working. I would be very surprised if this particular woman ever had a job.

Anyway, it is time for bed. I start a six day gig with a gaggle of third graders tomorrow. I’ve never worked with this class before, so I hope they follow the general rule of third grade and are sweet and eager to work. The teacher got my number from a teacher that I love to sub for, so I hope that bodes well for the week.

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