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I am a very tolerant person. Being a “live and let live” kind of person raised in a strict and conservative household that had more of a “live like I live” ideology has given me a different perspective. I try to stay out of political discussions. I don’t like to argue and talking politics is a sure way to get into an argument. I don’t talk about religion for the same reason. But bigotry is a whole ‘nother animal and I am shaking my head today. I just cannot help myself. I am too opinionated and aggravated to keep my mouth shut. I am also stressed and incapable of dealing with bullshit… and this morning was just too full of it. And besides this blog is mine and I can post what I want, right? So, yes, for those of you with a sarcastic turn, I am going to tell you how I really feel. Read More

Only a few days to go till the wedding.  I figured it would be a good idea to post this recap of April 30, 2004, for nostalgia’s sake.  Should you care to, you can read the love story and beginning again for the full backstory.
 
She remembered scoping out the place while she enjoyed the music. She had come alone and no one was talking to her. The guitarist was smiling at her appreciatively, but she wanted someone she could dance with or talk to while he played. If she didn’t find anyone that was ok, too, she was enjoying herself regardless, but it would be fun to flirt some – a little banter to make the night more interesting. She sat on the stool against the wall during the guitarist’s break and scanned the room while taking sips of her beer. Read More

Yesterday I came in from work and took a nap.  I try not to do this, but Ezra was at his dad’s last night and so I could and I did.  It was a three hour nap.  You can either judge me for being lazy or just be jealous.  I really don’t care.  I was tired.  Jay was really sweet and lay down with me for a few minutes and then he came in later once he finished working and woke me so I did not miss Ezra’s call.

Every night Ezra calls the parent he is not spending the night with at 9p.  It is really nice.  I enjoy talking to him and hearing his little voice even when he is obviously not in the mood to talk….which is most nights.  He would rather turn the phone into an imaginary spaceship and fly it over his head.  But it is a good habit to instill and I can usually get a few words in and questions answered.  If it is obvious to me that he is simply not going to talk, I end the conversation.  On those nights he is just waiting for you to say bye so he can “hit the red button.”  I am not offended.  He is 3. Read More

There are some things about being pregnant you cannot describe or explain.  It is like the nature of the universe. It just is and you have to accept it as such.

One of the things aggravating me lately has been the food issues.  Now, I have not been sick at all during this pregnancy.  I threw up once and that was the day I found out I was pregnant.  I am pretty sure that was psychosomatic and had nothing to do with raging hormones or other such physiological stuff.  I told Jay I was pregnant and literally threw up within 15 minutes.  I think it was nerves, not hormones.  Read More

If you wake up 20 minutes late with two alarms going off IN your bed and two year old feet in your face… you might be Marnie

If you cannot wake said two year old to get him dressed and out the door so you have to resort to tickling and making silly faces… you might be Marnie

If you finally make it to the car only to plug your route into Garmin and find that you will already be 5 minutes late and know that Atlanta traffic will add at least 30 minutes to that… you might be Marnie

If you watch idiot driver #1 take up a whole lane because he did not get in the turn lane early enough and wait like everyone else, therefore blocking traffic and being a general pain in the ass… you might be Marnie

If you then watch idiot driver #2 come flying up and hit idiot #1, bounce off and hit a school bus… you might be Marnie

If you realize that (now that you know idiots and children are not hurt) you actually have a decent excuse for being late that does not include telling your boss you overslept… you might be Marnie

If you are driving down the 400 in Atlanta and pass a car that has blocked 2 lanes because it has either stalled or ran out of gas and idiot driver #3 could not make it over to the side of the road… you might be Marnie

If you have the restaurant where you get breakfast on speed dial and call from the car to order out your breakfast and they recognize you over the phone…. you might be Marnie

If you jump out of your car and throw a bottle of mineral water into your bag, practically run to pick up breakfast and get up to your desk only 20 minutes late… you might be Marnie

If you pour yourself coffee from your thermos and then decide you want a drink of mineral water, not realizing that contents are under pressure and you have shaken up said bottle of mineral water considerably while running in to work… you might be Marnie

If your mineral water sprays like a gyser all over you, your computer and your files, soaking every single article of clothing you have on and you practically scream in shock startling everyone around you enough that they come running to your desk to make sure you are ok only to find you completely soaked….you might be Marnie

If you realize that you always come prepared and there are dry emergency clothes down in your van, which is still warm from the commute in and you have to change clothes in said van… you might be Marnie

If you do not actually get to start doing anything constructive until 10:00 because of all this and you realize it is only Wednesday and there are still two days of the week to go and you are not sure you will survive them… you might be Marnie.

If you write all this and realize that it is true and Jeff Foxworthy could not have made this crap up if he tried… you might be Marnie.

Now here is my question… aren’t you glad I am Marnie and you are NOT?????

Originally written February 10, 2010

Well, well.  Here we are on another Monday.  I am in a good mood today.  This is strange for several reasons, but I will just pick one and go with it.  The most obvious and universal issue is that this is a Monday.  Traditionally, Mondays and I are barely on speaking terms.  We have a tenuous relationship that is built on necessity.  They have to come once a week and I have to survive them.  I suppose I can deal with one Monday a week.  More than one would be asking way too much, though.  There is that quote that says, “I try to take it one day at a time, but lately several days have attacked me at once.”  Well, imagine if they were all Mondays.  Right?  Right.  Yes, this is my idea of looking on the bright side.  Read More