Pros and Cons

Why I shouldn't have a baby:

1. I am too old.

2. I have a very bad back.

3. Gameguy would have to be institutionalized.

4. I might have to be institutionalized.

5. Comet WOULD NOT LIKE it.

Why I want to have a baby:

1. I love, love, love babies.

2. I am really good at babies. It's my best skill.

3. For reasons that were mostly not my fault, I ran out of time and did not get to
have enough babies.

There you have it. What I think about at least 25% of the time, sometimes more. Why I weep and become tetchy every time a friend, acquaintance or total stranger is pregnant or has a snoodly little bundle of their very own.

I realize that I got lucky just having one baby out of three pregnancies, but I want more.

Monday Erratica

1. Shout out to my friend Impasta! I ran into her and her family at the Dogwood Festival carnival yesterday. She wanted to know if I beat "the system" and we did! We bought two unlimited ride wristbands for twenty dollars apiece and as the individual tickets were $1 per ticket, the boys had to go on over $40 worth of rides. As most of the rides cost three or four tickets per rider, and they rode 58 tickets worth of rides, I'd say we won. The whole experience cost $48, with snacks, and though all I got out of it was dirty feet and half a funnel cake, I still had fun seeing friendly faces and watching Gameguy and Comet spin around and around and around!

2. This weekend is the big six year-old blowout! Yes, Comet is turning six and there will be much celebrating! He is having a knights party with sixteen other four two six year-olds invited. They will have armour and to round out the event, each squire will receive a foam sword at the end of the festivities and become Sir So-And-So! Gameguy and I only have to keep our heads together for two hours. Wish the parents luck!

3. We bought a riding lawnmower. A John Deere--I feel so authentic. Anyway, now this cowgirl has to go wrangle up the sticks in the yard for the maiden voyage of John, Dear.

Peace out.

Doomsday Etiquette

Is it just me, or is it rude to caution other people about the coming of Judgment Day? I was at the gym today and this woman was going on and on about Judgment Day to the poor staff members who were stuck behind the check-in counter. Like how does she know that *she's* going to make it? Best to keep quiet and look busy. Anyway, I was offended on behalf of the desk staff and I wanted to say, "Hey lady, EVERY day is Judgment Day, and you are just not making my cut today!" Frankly, I hope God is not as judgmental as I am or woe betide us all!

On a lighter note, what would be my incentive to do anything I didn't want to (or have to) do if I knew the end was nigh? Don't tell me that the world is ending soon! I'm already a negligent housekeeper. Why bother doing the dishes? I can just use paper plates and the environment be damned! I'll buy new clothes on credit when the old ones get dirty! Heck, let's just live in hotels until the end of time. Seriously, a gal like me needs to believe in the consequences of the long haul.

So basically, I believe that we should all keep our heads in our own bowl and let everyone enjoy their own particular flavor of Puppy Chow. And be nice. We should all be as nice as we can be.