New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Sunday, May 16, 2004

So I don't feel very bloggy today or chatty either.

Yesterday was full of ughness. I got home at 1AM Saturday morning after working late and then having dinner in the city because, "We might as well eat at 9PM rather than 10PM at home."

Why does dinner in the city always seem to take no less that 2 hours? Why is Times Square such a nightmare? Why are people so offended by the Bunnysutra billboard above the Swatch store??? And I quote, "Bunnies screw. That's just what they do!"

So I got home and explained that given the week that I had, cleaning the house from top to bottom inorder to entertain Saturday was not a good idea. I wasn't physically capable of handling such and endeavor.

The house was blistering hot and since we don't have central air, I've been working on our use of windows, fans and air circulation. I am quite pleased with the results. Though once the humidity kicks in we'll have to head for the Pit once again.

The trees on our property were raining down such amounts of pollen that it literally looked like it was snowing. We've never seen anything like it before.

My plea for postponement fell on deaf ears. We ended up cleaning and then going to the grocery store. I would not be whipping any culinary delights myself, thank you very much.

Our friends rolled in around 5PMish with 4 year old and 1 year old in tow. The kids are well behaved though they are like little hurricanes. After everyone left Gilly whispered, "I don't know if I want to have kids now. They are just so...destructive."

And I said, "Well you seem to like them in the larvae stage (not able to walk around yet)."

And he said, "Yes but when they get old enough to run around and throw things I can't stand them. Once they are old enough to have homework and go to school I can deal with them again."

I gave a little explanation that children are constaintly exploring and learning about their surroundings. They need to test boundaries and feel and throw and taste and trip and fall and basically be crazy in order to learn and to become functioning humans (not adults just humans adulthood is a whole other topic/learning process). Mind you these two kids were fairly well behaved though why one of them was allowed to disappear into our upstairs back bedroom without supervision is beyond me.

Gilly and I also were puzzled at their grabbing and helping themselves to snacks and then not eating. Don't mess with Gilly's snacks. I told him that I don't recall ever being able to do such a thing as a child. My solution being you give a child a plate, allow them to make a selection and go from there. No grabbing no wasting no smashing of the spicy cheese between one year old paws.

Poor Edgar was the center of the four year olds attention though we agree if he'd wanted to get away he would have. But in the middle of it all when my concern for Edgar (and the hiding Freddie's) happiness was flooding over me I had the fear that I was over reacting and becoming the "cat lady." As in the woman surrounded by fertile and procreating adults who loves her cats so very much that she worries herself silly when their worlds are interupted.

Then again this set of friends go married five years before us and the husband is a few years into his 30's. There's comfort in cycles and how yours differs from others.

Today we went for a Sunday drive and basically followed the Delaware(on the Jersey side through trees and shade) all the way to Trenton.

After we saw the Trenton sign which said Trenton II. And I told Gilly and he said that we were two miles away. After two miles with no Trenton in sight it occured to me that the sign had said 11. When Gilly asked how I made the mistake I replied, "I was thinking in Roman numerals." Insert Gilly almost passing out over the wheel in laughter. But I was serious! Excuse me. :)

Can you believe we couldn't find the Capitol Building in Trenton? Such was the urban sprawl with concrete and projects seeping in that we fled for fear of being sucked into it all and never reappearing.

Apparently we're not built for a truly "urban" lifestyle. To be honest all that concrete not only hurts my eyes but drys out my soul. Souls should be damp and green and plush.

I should put more pictures on this thing.
posted by JustKeepMum on 6:24 PM