Today is Jacob's birthday, and I thought maybe I should say so in a separate post and be all dignified and respectful about it. But there really isn't anything I'd rather be doing to "celebrate" it - a beautiful day outside, and a NASCAR race. Perfection. The steroids are knocking the pain back down to something I can live with, so there's that also to be happy about.
NASCAR got rained out last nite, so the race is today after all. In Richmond, Virginia - here's the link. I just love to read about the track before each race. It makes me sound really intelligent when I'm discussing my favorite sport with anyone. Unfortunately, I've yet to find anyone who shares my interest. Dumb, boring peoples.
Goodness. I just did the math (cause I don't remember from year to year), Jacob would be 24 this year had he lived ...
ba da ba dum.
So, Internet, let's sit back a bit and talk. Today is a good day not to be alone and to talk. Here, you take the
and I'll take the couch.
Could you turn on the
lamps while I fix us a snack? Be right back.
How do you like my new furniture? Pull up a
But don't touch my special mug or I'll have to kick your ass.
I've got some
slow-cooking in the crock-pot
for dinner later on. I've already
set the table cause I just love to show off my salt and pepper shakers. Too adorable.
Have to admit that the cookie jar kind of creeps me out tho. Something about the mustache ...
Have I mentioned that 24 is my favorite number and Jacob would have been 24 this year, and it's time for Jeff Gordon to win another championship? Oh, would you like some
I suppose I should have offered some pop rather than coffee - coffee is kind of stupid with popcorn and pretzels, huh.
There's beer as well as 7-Up and of course, Pepsi. I'm sure you know Gordon's Busch sponsor is Pepsi, right? Well of COURSE you know - you're the Internet and the Internet knows everything, silly me.
You asked me how I felt about
his new wife, Ingrid. Ingrid, Bngrid, Schmgrid - what a stupid name, don't you think?
There is no consolation knowing he cheated on his first
I had to swallow my pride when Little Miss Ingreed oops, I mean Ingrid came up
I decided that the best thing to do would be to make the baby a
for Christmas. It's nice to think something of mine will be in their household, and I'm sure it'll be appreciated. I mean, homemade and all...
I'm positive I'll be invited to the baby shower, and this is what I bought just yesterday
and I'm thinking about this too,
but I dunno - do you think that might be a bit much?
I mean, after all, after I get down with
the quilt, I'll have spent quite a bunch of time and money into something that privately causes me alot of grief - despite the brave face I put on.
I have a littel secret tho, that keeps me warm at nite. I'm sure he had to
think long and hard about sending
this little trinket to me, but the desire to do so overwhelmed his common sense - I tend to have that effect on men ... I think he's gonna name the baby after me.
For the most part tho, I try not to
hear any of his happy, gaga new life and stick to the racing facts. He's gonna break all the records before his career is done, you know.
time for you to go, dear Internet, I hope you don't mind, but it's going to take forever to blog this, and I must get to it before I get out of my
clothes, feed the
I spose the dogs are going to want to sleep in their
sleeping bags or they'll pitch a big doggy fit. Hey, take a look at the litte
I bought for them to use as a doggie bed. Once Duke came along, we needed something bigger and this fit the bill. Isn't it the coolest thing?
are on the
I'll get them for you.
Or wait, Internet! Maybe you'd like to stay the nite in the guest bedroom?
Let me turn on a
light for you, it's hard to see the beauty that is #24 in here without a light, and I KNOW how much you love Jeff Gordon, Internet, cause when I Googled 'Jeff Gordon', you had 13,900,000 hits on his name alone. I didn't even try googling the #24 or Dupont sponsorships, or NASCAR champions, etc, etc, etc.
You're more than welcome to take a
as long as I don't have to pick up your
towels in the morning!
I'll probably take one myself to wash off all the
sunscreen, since I ended up not taking the dogs on a long
walk today. Duke's gonna be a total pain in the ass about it too. He'll drive me nuts wanting to play with the tennis ball. No matter how many times I tell him to go lay down on the
rug, he'll bring me the fish or the tennis ball, and look at me with those big brown eyes - I can't stand it! He's such a snob most of the time, when he looks at me like that and wags just the tip of his tail ... I'm a goner. Maybe if I
feed him a little bit extra, his belly will be too full to nag me, ya think? Internet, maybe you could take him outside later on and throw the
Frisbee for him for about 7 hours? That ought to tire him out good enough.
You brought me a gift, Internet? How sweeeet of you!
Unbelievable - I didn't know there was a Jeff Gordon Barbie Doll!!! You mean I could have started adoring him from afar when I was a wee child? Hmmm ... I wonder why my mother never bought me one ...
Well, it's time for me to brush
The Teeth, and change into my
pajamas. How about when you're done with Duke, we cuddle up on the
couch with a couple of
blankets, and some
pillows? I'll even let you have the
remote control, because I'm sweet that way. But you have to take Duke first, otherwise he won't leave us alone, and I want to watch 'Desperate Housewives' without his eyes looking at me.
Oh, and Internet, if you do end up staying overnite? I'll need you to take off your
off... and while I'm waiting for you ... I'll
and turn off the
Do hurry, dear Internet. I don't spend enough time with you during the day - the night should be ... interesting. Cause you know I only read the articles.
Happy Birthday, my little baby. It takes my breath away to think of having a 24 year old son. I've not been conscious of the fact that your birthday was coming up. But for the last month, I've been reading blogs by mothers who have handicapped children, and just now I realize why - it's all about Jacob. I'm almost 50 years old, well past my child-raising days, even tho I would love to have a baby again, or live with children and start all over. So it's been curious to me why I read all these parenting blogs - aren't I past all that? Evidently not. I've been reading Charming Bitch, who recently lost baby Jackson. Her anger is familiar to me, and plowing thru life no matter what - is what I did, too. Dream Mom has a teenage son who is in a wheelchair. Then there's Holland and Eden, who were born premature, and have different degrees of Cerebral Palsy, and are now about 2 years old. Then there's David of Growing Up With a Disability, who is in his early 20's with Cerebral Palsy.
Obviously, I'm trying to work out something. Still. Still? Good grief. Since I don't have him, I have no idea what life would have been life with him - so I read vicariously, the blogs of mothers with handicapped kids, or of young teens and young adults who are disabled. And wonder if I'm lucky or unlucky, and then feel guilty or cheated - both equally.
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