Queen of Rambles

I should be planning my Nanowrimo novel right now, but instead I’m writing a post. I thought of something supremely witty to say so I clicked open the update journal page but now I can’t think of it. That should be a sign to click the little X and go away.

I got Erik an appointment to see the doctor after a very sleepless night of hack hack hack cough hack. I hope they can actually give him something. He’s napping right now and I’m a little bit afraid that he’s dead because I haven’t heard him cough in at least 20 minutes. The first hour of the nap was nothing but coughing and he woke up several times. Poor boy. Also, his hair is standing straight up like a mohawk today and I am afraid to put hair spray on it to keep it down. Hair spray has nasty chemicals, I’m sure. I don’t mind covering myself in nasty chemicals but I don’t think Erik needs such an early introduction to carcinogens.

I’ve been watching the new show “Jericho” this season and I am getting worried. I think I need to learn how to garden. For those not watching, it follows the plight of a small town after they are cut off from civilization thanks to a nuclear war. What are they going to eat? I’m very worried about them and think they need to get off their butts and start planting some gardens. I am itching to go to the gardening store and buy some seeds so I can plant a garden if I am cut off from the world. I should also invest in a gardening book and some tools and maybe a horse or two. Do you think all that will fit on my balcony?

Watching this show has almost inspired me to write a post-apocalyptic type of book but that would require research and I’m not too keen on research. Instead, I’d like to read a post-apocalyptic type of book so I’ve ordered an Octavia Butler and Sheri S. Tepper. Who knows when I’ll get a chance to read them.

I still haven’t carved a Halloween pumpkin and I’m not sure I can even find a pumpkin at this late date. Maybe I’ll make a pumpkin pie tomorrow, instead. More sugar is just what I need. Or maybe I’ll go to Micheals and see if they have any of their fake carvable pumpkins on clearance. That would be a whole lot less messy which equals a whole lot more fun. I wanted to take Erik to the pumpkin patch this year but it was going to be $9/person and I don’t think a picture of Erik sitting on a hay bale is worth that much money. If I would have been thinking we could have taken him out in the garden at my aunt and uncle’s place (I am SOOOOO driving my fanny to their place in Arkansas if WWIII hits) and gotten a picture with him and a watermelon. It’s almost a pumpkin. Sort of.

Hmmmm. It looks like I am not going to get to take a shower before I take Erik to the doctor. Fun fun. I can’t just leave him on the bed while I shower even if he is alseep. He still screams like a banshee if we stick him in the crib even though I work with him on it every day. I guess we’re really lucky that sleep is his only issue, but it sure does get old after a while. He is such a happy, charming, silly little guy that it would be unnatural if he didn’t have one major problem. My mom was so surprised at how happy and sweet he is. Her other two grandkids just scream all the time and it drives everyone crazy. It’s no surprise, though. My darling sister screams all the time so they are just doing what they have learned. Having two kids that close together is a major strain on her nerves (I can’t even imagine dealing with Erik and a newborn right now) and she loses all patience. Instead of talking to them she just yells their names all day long. Hopefully the situation will improve as they get older.

Speaking of my sister, I need to go and get my measurements done for my stupid bridesmaid dress. I do not want to be in this wedding. I want nothing to do with this wedding. I would love to be in the wedding if I thought the marriage would last, but it’s such a farce that I can’t hardly stand the thought of it. I kept hoping it would get called off, but it seems like it is going to happen. She wants to order the dresses on Wed so I guess I better get busy and find a place that can do my measurements. What part of your body needs to get measured, anyway? I suppose I could have Mike do it if I knew what I was supposed to measure.

I just get so mad at her sometimes. My mom is throwing a big 80th birthday party for my grandma and I’ve tried to figure out a way to go but it just isn’t going to happen. My sister, on the other hand, isn’t sure she can go because one of her friends has a kid that’s playing a soccer game that day. I about reached through the phone and strangled the life out of my sister when she said that. Your grandma’s 80th birthday party takes HUGE HUGE precedence over a friend’s kid’s soccer game, dumbass. She is an odd dichotomy of incredibly selfish and generous to the point of stupidity. It’s a good thing I don’t live near her or we’d probably have fist fights on a regular basis. And I’d probably lose because I’m a giant wimp and she fights like a girl (mean).

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