this is up at the other site. whatever.
i got an email. it had the Five Simple Rules to Be Happy:
- free your heart from hatred.
- free your mind from worries.
- live simply.
- give more.
- expect less.
i am in no mood to comment. so why don’t you?
secret asian man has funny-ass moments. he came up with these:
his DJ name: gnome sayin‘?
say this out loud in a pirate accent: well oil beef hooked.
i’ve now been hypomanic for about five weeks. i haven’t dropped. unless you count being really tired. yet here i am, still blogging away.
how the fuck am i supposed to fit three solid meals (made up of cereal, formula, pureed veggies and/or fruits) and 2-4 other feedings into a day when this baby has now decided to nap from 9:30am to noon and then from 2:30 to about 3:30 pm. her bedtime is around 7ish.
every night since starting this new nap routine, she’s been up more and more to breastfeed cuz she didn’t get enough to eat during the day, i’m assuming. also, after getting up from the afternoon nap, she’s ready to go for another nap around 5pm…uhuh that’d be smart. so instead, she gets cranky and i take her for yet another walk. and most of the entire evening is a write-off.
for the first time in my life, i spoke to a medical professional about how to keep weight on, and the conversation wasn’t just to create the image of me not being on a diet. i seriously don’t wanna lose more weight. who the fuck am i?
at starbucks, during our 5pm stop being cranky walk, we scored a cushy chair and so sat down and people watched and climbed and stood and clawed and chewed and yell/spoke to strangers and other interesting stuff to six month olds. a japanese couple were outside smoking, right in the aim of zoë standing up smiles and they melted. i saw it. a little japanese puddle was left outside when they came in and asked if they could take her picture. they had the MAMA of all digital SLRs and proceeded to make clicking noises at her. is she a cat? but anyways it was cute and nice and thoughtful of them to ask and made me proud to be sitting there with her, the beautiful, photo-magnet baby. now, why didn’t the other couple with the normal, dinky digital camera ask permission before they started snapping away?
i’m in a shit mood. sorry that you had to witness my bitchy randomness.
