I wasn’t ready… I wasn’t given a
You arrived as a surprise to your mother and I and we had to
hit the ground running.Took to it
pretty easily, you made the process pretty easy over all, and the rookie in me
thanks you for that. If I’m selfish,
though, I wanted you to be little forever.I might have only mildly minded the diaper changing thing, but the 6 - 11 months time was magical.In my mind, you were a perfect chubby little
ball of tiny human and I didn’t want anything about you to change. The house was a giggle factory, everything we did was completely adorable and I wanted NOTHING about it to change.
Even if I knew that was asking entirely too much of the world.
Today – well technically tonight – you’re seven.We’ve been through a ton and have yet a ton
to go through and I am a million percent with you every step of the way.
Happy birthday, Ava!Daddy loves you.
*****Really?!!?***** This is really what it has come to?
What ya'll DON'T realize is that at the gas station right up the block, there was a guy in a robe with a sandwich board sign that said "suck some dick for gas," it was the weirdest thing.
*****For the sake of normalcy...***** Gimme my coffee bitch!!!
And yes, I make it right here at the house. See, I am newly poor and cannot afford Starbucks, or even McDonald's coffee, so I make to the Wal Marts and get the Maxwell House $6.00 sale price, I try to grab one every time it is on sale:
Normally, I go with the Columbian, but somehow these fuckers decided to try to get cute and NOT put that one on sale, right next to EVERY other flavor, all of which were. I selected South Pacific Blend, so as to still have a medium dark roast, without having to get the bitterish French blend.
No, I do not drink my coffee black, it must be whitened about the complexion of a light skinnded person, and properly flavored. The flavor of this…
Trolling the interwebs on Friday afternoon at work, I saw this on MSN... [link] I was caught by a headline that said "Quick and healthy recipes" or something of the sort, along with a promise that they could usually be made from things already in the pantry. Okay, I'm game. I am gonna look and see what it is about, what have I got to lose?
They called for "Fedelini," which for all intents and purposes is nothing more than some damned noodles, so we will see me using regular thin Spaghetti. You can also expect that I will not traipse about Greensboro NC looking for Fennel seeds, nor will I be seeking further information on anything named "Orange Zest."
[bloggers note: this morning, I actually was told that it is nothing more than the shavings of the orange peel... I still didn't seek it]
Things being as they were, I had EVERYTHING (considering my variations) on hand to make this right here in the house, so I am going in!!!