So Amelia’s one of those kids who loves the water, and the other night she decided that it would be fun to float on her back! So here are the picks, edited because of all the creepies out there.
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“I want to hire your entire Appalachian Dumpling Gang.” - The Simpsons
Well it’s Tuesday night, Erich texted me that he was working till Midnight and I’ve got a whole lotta nothing to do. (okay, nothing fun anyway.)
I’ve had some response to my last minute post, but mostly telling me sorry but it was last minute and we made other plans. Which is cool, I mean what else can you expect on a Tuesday night.
GOD I’m horny, I must be ovulating. I guess the Mr. will end up getting some tonight, that is if I don’t decide to crack this bottle of Champagne and be a true drunk and drink alone. (TMI, sorry that was way more than any of you wanted to know.)
There were no play dates scheduled this week and I know that Amelia is feeling the boredom too. I’m thinking that she and I will have to get out of the house tomorrow. Maybe we’ll go to Artville so that she can run around.
“if this doesn’t work maybe when you are an adult you can pay some lady to make you happy for an hour.” The Simpsons Hahahaha
So my parents, brother and his lovely wife came out to bake with me in the Arizona desert for the holiday weekend. I was so great to see them, I miss them so much.
Amelia cried for an hour after they left. She kept grabbing my car keys and then running to the front door and standing there with this look on her face that said, “well, let’s go after them!” And then she would pitch a fit and cry when I said no, they had to go bye bye.. “No, no bye bye,” she would say. It broke my heart.
I had the best time thought. We went out and did things, a rarity on weekends for us. I think the heat just makes me lathargic. Anyway, Matt and Preita went and toured a Frank Lloyd Wright place, Dad and I did some bonding at the Cigar Shop and Mom and Erich went to Baby’s R Us (God I love my Mom). Not to mention the tours of Bass Pro Shop and Cabellas (in which you cannot find a single god damed elevator). Plus food. Lots and lots of food. (Next time, if there ever is a next time, we eat in.)
It was hard to say no when Dad asked if I wanted to go back with them. Especially after the way Erich was last night after we went to bed . We got into it, as usual and I looked him square in the face and said maybe you should sleep on the couch and he said maybe I should. Fine I said, I’m so glad that I told my Dad I needed to stay to fix us. and then he said well maybe you should have gone. (It hurt so much that I wanted to go get a bottle and drink into oblivion or find a knife and start cutting. Not that I’ve ever been a cutter, but there was this irrational need to do something, anything that would hurt less than what he just said.) Fine I said to myself time to do something and not the two irrational things that jumped into your head.
I went out and booted up the computer intent on sending emails to the family to expect the baby and I the next evening after we’d packed. When Erich came out and realized what I was doing he made me stop and talk. “If you miss them so much, maybe you should go he says. “Erich, if I go I’m not coming back.” Then we go through the whole thing and talk it out and he gets all upset when I tell him what I felt like after he said what he said. “I didn’t know i hurt you that much” he says.
“You hurt me like no one can dear,” I say.
Long story short I am obviously not in the car on my way to the Ocean and my loving family. It’s tempting though.
So ya, another Monday morning in the Schmidt Household.
You draw a line in the sand and then the wind blows the line back a few yards. Then you draw another line and here comes another burst of wind.
I hate it when people act stupid.
Why can’t they just say what they mean and mean what they say.
Shit or get off the pot.
Choose or leave me alone.
Make a decision and please don’t subject me to your drama.
I just don’t get it. It’s not that hard.
Yes or no
No or Yes
Deal with it.
California’s burning… That makes me sad.
Carson Daily looks like a piece of nagahide luggage.
I’m excited to see my family tomorrow, well Friday morning, I’m sure they are getting in late.
