Still Kicking

A few personal observations.  


1.  The weather is getting cooler and I'm getting that "rejuvenated" feeling.  Like, you know when you wake up in the middle of the night?  To pee or something?  And then you get back into bed and it's waaaay too hot, and you toss and turn and try to get back to sleep, but it's impossible because you can't get comfortable?  
Well, these past two nights, that HASN'T happened.  It's been cool outside of my covers, and snuggling up and getting comfortable only takes like, eight seconds rather than an eternity.  I've actually gotten some sleep.  And this makes me happy.  


2.  I might be swayed into doing something I swore I never would. 
I'm so embarrassed about this, that I can't bring myself to admit what it is...but just know that I'm aware of my being a hypocrite.  (However, I will say that it is nothing politically related.  And I am still an avid hater of the waste of space that is Glenn Beck). 


3.  I'm pretty sure that my neighbors here are OCD about their yards.  I don't know if this is because they're older, or if this is how they've always been, but mowing twice a week?  And watering every day?  This not only boarders on the absurd, but is also a bit on the wasteful side.  Hands down, they have the best yards I've ever seen; even by people that don't do it themselves, and hire landscapers.  But I think there's a line that must be drawn.  And I start drawing it at the notion of mowing more than once a week.  I have a life, people.  

4.  Number three being said, I'd much rather have OCD neighbors than possible meth producing, dog abusing, dirt-bike adoring neighbors.  Because, despite making me look bad, their yard DOES look a bazillion times better.

5.  My TV shows are starting.  I just watched the first episode of Sons of Anarchy.  And next week It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia will start.  And then Big Bang Theory, and then Fringe, and Dexter, and so on, and so forth.  I really love my life, but I sure do enjoy being a voyeur into other, more chaotic lives that seem to have really pretty and charismatic people in them.  


6.  I'm getting older.  And I'm okay with it.  Which is weird to me, because I can't tell if I've just given up, or made peace.  And whether or not there's a difference.  But I'm kind of liking it.  I just don't want to develop jowls. I had a nightmare about it.  And it was ugly.

7.  I've made more peace with the fact that my baby is more like a pet, rather than a, well, miniature human.  As I would look at kids the same size--well, age, I should say, and see them really try to say actual words and interact with those around them, I worried that something was wrong with Syd.  Now I look at Sydney and how she can act out every action on SpongeBob episodes seconds before they happen, or how she will demand to be picked up for her fifteen minutes of pure snuggling at least three times a day, or run to the fridge as soon as she hears it opening, because she knows that I'll let her have some of the whipped cream from the spray can on the top shelf, and I see how she is playing everyone. 

She knows what she's doing.  She refuses to do anything that sounds remotely dull to her, and should she need something, she just will do something cute...or give you extra love.  It's like having a puppy that doesn't shed or ever have an accident on the carpet.  She'll lick you just because, or she'll stick her head in your crotch, and just stay there.  And for some reason, I let her, because I'm besotted with her cuteness. The only difference between her and having a puppy is that when you get angry with her, she doesn't even pretend to be sorry.  She knows that you're pissed, and she knows that you'll get over it.  Cause look what she can do--she can cover her eyes and then peek out at you and say, "aboo".  Or she can hold your hand and say, "eeee" which is I'm pretty sure is her way of copying Jeff and my saying of "One, Two, Three", that we say right before we swing her between us, as that's her favorite game right now.  She may not be a talker, but she's a thinker.  And for now?  I'm just fine with that.  


8.  My husband keeps surprising me.  I know I say stuff like, "he's my best friend", and "he always figures stuff out and can fix anything", and so on and so forth, but where do his endearing qualities end?  

Lately he's been using some brick that his father gave us, and making our yard extra pretty.  I wish I would have taken some "before" pics, but he just surprised me and did this stuff without telling me he was going to do it.  

I'm always amazed at how much work this yard is...we still have a lot more to do, but we need to pace ourselves.  However, it seems like I've been more willing to pace myself, than Jeff has.  I'd be lying if I said that bugged me. This is just another one of the reasons I love him.  Sometimes he knows just what to do make me extra happy. 


Okay....I need to be getting to bed. I have a feeling that this week will be kind of hard.  But I'll make it through.  I have two beautiful daughters, a handsome son, and my best friend to help me remember the good stuff.  And there's a lot of good stuff to be happy about. 
Especially the not having jowls part.  Just yet, anyway.