I don't neglect to post because I don't want to, but whether it's the kids, Lich King, or sleep (which ranks high on my list) it tends to fall behind and is one of the lesser priorities in my life. Maybe if my blog grew inside of me for nine months and did things like throw up in the middle of the night or scream until I acknowledged it's existence, you would see updates more often from me. I can only say, thank god that's not how this works.

I do enjoy the blog, I think of things I wish I could write about all the time and then Priority #1 always comes in to play and mommy brain fails me. I'm starting a summer class soon so that will unfortunately be referred to as Priority #2. (the kids and husband are number 1... I included the husband to not look like a d-bag, but really he doesn't need diaper changing or butt wiping, again, thank god!)

I'm a big fan of Diagnosis: Urine and it gives me lots of hope and fear for my own future. I don't foresee having 4 children, but I do believe God has a sense of humor and while I'm content with two right now, should we try for a third (another boy, inevitably) I imagine he would throw twins our way just because we probably act like we have it all figured out. I look forward to the day when I can declare Wipe Your Own Ass Day! although I'm still reveling in the fact that he uses the potty at all because it was only just over a month ago we were still doing diapers. Although when the time does come to declare WYOAD, I hope that by then he's figured out you don't wipe and then try to blow your nose in it.

Hello, Hello?

I wanted to write about something last night, but instead watched a movie with my husband and then today spent the morning in the yard, the midday with the kids at the beach and the afternoon back in the yard, of course. The growth in my garden is amazing and I am awestruck since the only other thing I have ever grown, from a seed... so to speak, was my children. I feel like I did a pretty good job there as well.

I was driving home yesterday from shopping and saw a man, walking down the road at 7pm at night (still a lot of daylight) with a traffic vest on. The kind that is reflector yellow with the bands of reflector tape around it. He was walking with his dog down a somewhat busy road in a very residential area... waving. He waved at every car, I waved back, happily. But I wondered how many other people waved to him as well. I also wondered why he was waving, it was a bit odd, but I'll sum it up to being overtly friendly.

I live in a neighborhood with lots of kids, kids I don't know who belong to parents I don't know. Our "subdivision" (the only thing that makes us a subdivision in my book is the check I write to the HoA every year for dues) is two different streets with two cul de sacs branching off and in the one year we've lived here, I have talked to two of my neighbors and one was a awkward confrontation. The other one is a friendly relationship with my next door neighbor, but it isn't too friendly. Nods here or there, friendly conversation. As for everyone else, it's like they don't exist. I make attempts here or there to wave as I pass other neighbors, but the looks I have gotten usually deter me now. I waved to one of neighbors yard men the other day as he was riding his bike to her house and I thought he was going to crash. On the way home, he waved back at me, maybe he recovered from the shock of a friendly person. I want to greet other people in stores and not get looks for it. I was talking to my friendly neighbor this morning and basically told him in nicer words how anti-social I felt this neighborhood/community seems and he asked me if I was from around here. No, I'm not, but that doesn't mean good manners and a neighborly attitude shouldn't apply here.

I met a very friendly almost 10 year old yesterday at a Redbox with her father. She sang the five dollar footlong song to me, but replaced the lyrics with 5 days til' my birthday. That was a friendly family, good for them.

Optimism and Reality

I wish I could find a hobby that suited me, one I could have time for and stick with and enjoy. I just started a garden, a little square foot garden that I planted a whole bunch of mismashed things in not really knowing the specifics and now I plan to cross my fingers and pray things grow. I'm pretty optimistic, the plants that I had bought already potted seem pretty happy in my little raised planter. I get excited looking out the back window and seeing this project, but if it fails.. I fail too.

I once wanted a jump rope workout book set complete with a jump rope. It's a pretty typical occurrence that I get what I want, something that I feel constant guilt for, but I got the jump rope set with big dreams. I was going to work out and have a rockin' bod all thanks to this jump rope and magical book. Of course, I wasn't planning on jumping out where people could see me, but we had a townhouse apartment that was located on the 2nd and 3rd floor of our building with a sizable balcony. I went home and when no one was around, walked out onto the balcony and as I started to jump, I realized the balcony was actually too small. I went inside since the upstairs was a loft and the ceilings were high, but still not enough room. The jump rope ended up going into a drawer, only to be seen occasionally and I think it was eventually thrown away among our many moves... however it still finds it's way into conversations when I want things and my husband gets to say something snarky like, "Is this going to end up like the jump rope?" Probably.

If I could only remember the rest of the things that ended up like the jump rope, but the jump rope is unfortunately one thing on a very tall order of other big dreams gone kaput.