Cars Rule.

I gots a car!!!! Root RooOooOoOHHH! (um... that just came out like a rooster. oops)

I'm so very excited to announce that I am no longer vehicularly challenged. I can drive whenever the heck I wanna!!!!! Thanks to my friend Laura being my chaperon on my road test, I am a legal driver in the state of NY. And thanks to good ol' GW Bush's tax thingy, I could pay for insurance and registration fees for my little hoopdy. I'll write more on this later. I need a moment to compose myself...

Pinochle!!!

The more time goes by, I realize just how much I love this man. The gruff sound of his voice brings the biggest smile to my face. I daydream of the feeling of his arms around me. Never has another mans body fit spooned up against mine as his. He is my favorite giant. His whit and his simplistic charm wins me over from the grumpiest of fits. I may be putting him on a pedistal right now, but I don't mind. This is a profession of love and it's completely appropriate on this occasion. I admit, there are times when I feel as though I might not be able to bear any more. The distance between us at times feels so vast and overwhelming that I might suffocate from the breathlessness of preceived abandonment. I am learning that this just brings me to a deeper appreciation of his attention, affection and love when he is present. There are times that I am so showered by his love that I might drown in delight of it. YES I am loving this man and basking in the warmth of his returned love. I am a cheesey girl and I don't care who sees it. I hope that others will be so lucky to experience this sensation. I don't know how I lived so long without it. Life was definitely bland without it.

Cars Cars Cars...

I'm super excited as today I am going to start looking at cars. It's been 4 years since I last owned a car (forgive me father for I have sinned). I can almost feel the wheel within my grip as I skip through the 8 billion ads on craigslist. The task of calling has been quite amusing at times and quite annoying at others. I had one man bark one word answers to my inquiries about the state of the condition of the car and repair history. Yep. Summed up all answers in ONE WORD ANSWERS. Then suddenly in the middle of the conversation (mostly one sided as it was) he blurts out, call me back! I want to go to sleep! Then proceeds to hang up on me. It's no wonder his car hasn't sold yet. He's not much of a salesman. So the contenders for my hard earned dollars at this point are...

Saab 900SE

VW Jetta GL

Mercedes Benz 190E

I should have a decision by tomorrow if all goes well. Hopefully I will be on the road by Monday... Keep your fingers crossed and get out your helmets... I'm ready to drive!

Mooooonshkiface...

So this is one of the cutest little moonshki babies I've seen in a while. My friend Sonia is finally 'out of this belly' as she puts it. This is Marcus. He is a whole 14 hours old in this picture. Pretty darn cute huh? Too bad I've only got to see him all of an hour so far. I've been sick forever now and really would love to just go eat this baby for dinner.

I'm updating my blog, yo!

I'm not feelin especially healthy today. I'm eating soup and sweating with a not so cute fever. I guess I could look on the bright side of things, I didn't just push out a baby like my friend Sonia did a few hours ago. She probably feels a little worse than I do right now. Guess I'll suck it up. This has been a week of pondering both life and death. The anniversary of my fathers death was on Tuesday and a new life has arrived by way of Sonia's womb this morning. I don't particularly have anything profound or whitty to say at this moment as my thoughts are overrun with my soaring temperature and just how unbelievably hot it feels in here (says the girl who is notoriously cold). I'm gonna finish my soup and try this again later, yo...

One Flaw in Women

I can't remember who sent this to me, but I came across it today and it hit home so I decided to share it.

Jelly Belly...

In the midst of my recognition that I need a bit of transformation, the boythingy so conveniently pointed out my protruding belly. "What's this??" he teases as he nudges a finger into my poonch. I gasp in shame and suck it in replying "Nothing... I don't know what you're talking about!". Obviously shamed, I am immediately soothed with a hug and reassurance that I don't look like a wheel barrel, immediately followed by the encouragement to do crunches. Being that I respect his opinion, and also the knowledge that the poonch definitely needs to go, I have started the crunch regimen. Right before I go to sleep and immediately when I wake up, I am now struggling through 50 crunches. "When did it get so tough to do 50 crunches?" I asked myself after the first grueling set. Then I remembered that I had gained approximately 45 pounds and it had all become so suddenly clear when. So here I stand, completely aware and truthful with myself. I need to do crunches... A whole lotta crunches...