 Plastic Bubble | 15 July 2002 I am so tired people, you do not even know. If I could I would lay down on my soft bed right now and sleep until next week. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in ages. My mind is turning to mush. If my entry today seems crazy and incoherant, you can blame it on my lack of sleep. AJ is standing up on his own. *Sniff* How can he be standing up on his own? He's my teeny tiny little baby! It seems like he was just born a few days ago! He cannot possibly be standing up! But he is. For some reason, it seemed like it took Lauren forever to get where she is, but AJ seems to be growing like a weed. Lauren is on her ninteen-thousandth time watching The Secret of NIMH. Now I like this movie--a lot. It's cute, full of fantasy and cute characters, plus it has a good message. But you can only watch it so many times before you start to wish all those damn rats would kill over dead from rat poison. I wish she'd watch something else for a while. Ray and I are planning to go to the beach tomorrow with the kids. I had so much fun last time that I want to go back. But I'm going to make a better picnic this time. I'm thinking chocolate chip cookies and banana nut muffins, along with sandwiches and some kind of fruit--maybe watermelon. I'm so excited! Did I mention that I got a tan the last time I was out there? Oh hell yeah! I have been plagued by this farmer's tan for years now, and finally, my upper arms have seen sun. Maybe I can finally get my skin to even out. Plus it will be fun to finally spend some time with my husband. Whenever he's home, I go straight to sleep, so we haven't been seeing much of each other. So the other night Dave says to me: "It's like I'm living in a plastic bubble, and I'm allergic to everything. Then all of a sudden someone comes up and starts cooking a steak right in front of me. I can see it cooking, and I want it. But I can't have any, because it will kill me. Then somebody unzips the bubble and I can start smelling it..." The steak in this scenario is me. I had no idea what to say back to him, so I didn't say anything. Sometimes, there's just nothing you can say. calvin & hobbs |