"park closed"
1 hour ago
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
wiity? funny? insightful?
nah.
I got nuthin folks. I know. It's been an awfully long time. Yet still a few of you have been kind enough to comment on my (verah) OLD entry on "lame names". Which incidentally, I've loved. Y'all have some good ones.
Speaking of names. We picked out a name for the soon to arrive princess Bean. Her name will be Ella. Her middle name will be Kate. After deciding on Ella, we did a big 'ol run around with the middle name because my darling husband, who CAN NOT take anything seriously for like more than a minute, thought it would be cute to give her the middle name Quinn(t).
That would make make daughter "Ella Quinnt" Say it fast now.... Ellaquinnt.... eloquent. Fer crying out loud man, thai is not a joke! OK, maybe considering the fact that I'm even pregnant in the first place, it could be God's little practical joke. But I will not fall into the category of "parents who thought they'd be funny and give their kid a name she will resent her entire life."
So, now why I've been long absent:
My mind has taken it's hiatus for a while. Every time I sit down to write anything-- here or a letter or a journal-- anything, I feel like there is really nothing to say.
I have a circle journal with two of my best friends. We each write something in this journal and then send it on to the next person. I can't even tell you how long it's been sitting on top of my TV armoire with no new entry.... I. have. nothing. to. say.
Not that I worry you won't like what I have to say. There's just nothing to say. I work. I play with my kid. I make sure the couch doesn't run off. That's about it. How's that for exciting?
I got nuthin folks. I know. It's been an awfully long time. Yet still a few of you have been kind enough to comment on my (verah) OLD entry on "lame names". Which incidentally, I've loved. Y'all have some good ones.
Speaking of names. We picked out a name for the soon to arrive princess Bean. Her name will be Ella. Her middle name will be Kate. After deciding on Ella, we did a big 'ol run around with the middle name because my darling husband, who CAN NOT take anything seriously for like more than a minute, thought it would be cute to give her the middle name Quinn(t).
That would make make daughter "Ella Quinnt" Say it fast now.... Ellaquinnt.... eloquent. Fer crying out loud man, thai is not a joke! OK, maybe considering the fact that I'm even pregnant in the first place, it could be God's little practical joke. But I will not fall into the category of "parents who thought they'd be funny and give their kid a name she will resent her entire life."
So, now why I've been long absent:
My mind has taken it's hiatus for a while. Every time I sit down to write anything-- here or a letter or a journal-- anything, I feel like there is really nothing to say.
I have a circle journal with two of my best friends. We each write something in this journal and then send it on to the next person. I can't even tell you how long it's been sitting on top of my TV armoire with no new entry.... I. have. nothing. to. say.
Not that I worry you won't like what I have to say. There's just nothing to say. I work. I play with my kid. I make sure the couch doesn't run off. That's about it. How's that for exciting?
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