got confused

what sense does that make? hmm...i don't know. if i had a nickel for every time i heard that question, well...i would have a tidy sum.

and no i don't think we live in a flood plain.

i get to go dancing this weekend. should i wear my sequin skirt or would it look like i was trying too hard? i may stick to jeans and a black tee. that was my main clubbing uniform.

i am so impressed with jason's handiwork. the landing is 99% finished and he framed all of the posters we have had for a million years and they are hung. after 6 years it looks like we actually live here.

i love that i no longer have to buy diapers.

i miss jason playing his guitar. he has not played in ages. it seems like he has traded in all the things that i fell in love with for more practical applications. that grieves me. he doesn't take fab photos anymore, he doesn't write songs, he watches far more television than he ever did. for someone who complains that everyone else is a sellout, he sure fits into the mold.

i need isabel to stop coughing.

i need to start working out again. my stomach has seen better days. i look like i am six months pregnant.

i am working on filling the house with daffodils.

i want to have a dinner party, but every weekend until my birthday seems to be occupied. what i really, really, really want to do is have a party where we have a feast a la under the tuscan sun in the backyard. we get a door and a bunch of chairs and a tablecloth and i wow everyone with my culinary capabilities.

for a weaned child, sylvie still seems to have a major fascination with my breasts.

i am worried about isabel. she seems to be transforming into a follower when she was such a leader when she was younger. she was the child in class that the teacher referred to when she needed good behavior exhibited. i refuse to have mediocre children.

i wonder if sylvie is an indigo child.

i need a better repertoire for bedtime songs. i need melanie to teach me her gaelic lullaby.