Listening: Guiding Light is on in the background
Drinking: Grape Kool-aid
||Late last night I was working
on my mother-in-law's Christmas gift. It's a mini-scrapbook photo album that can easily
fit in a purse. I decided to do a "brag book" of sorts on Elizabeth's life. As I
was going through the pictures, I was reminded of all the moments that seem to go by so
quickly. There was a picture of her nursing the day after she was born, pictures of her
first bath, and the first time she rolled over. Looking at her now, its hard to imagine
that she was once so small and helpless. There were pictures of her crawling, pulling the
cats tail and pictures with my mom, moments that will forever live on in my heart, but
things she will never remember.
As I was
putting the scrapbook together, I dreamed of another baby, a baby I want so badly and I
wonder if it will happen a second time for Jeff and I. Everyday Elizabeth tells me she
wants a baby sister as if we could go up to the Wal-Mart and purchase one. I wish it were
that simple. When I look at Elizabeth I wonder if another child will be as wonderful as
she is. Will that child be as beautiful? smart? fun? I can honestly say that at times
parenting is rough but it is so wonderfully delicious to have a child come to you and hug
you with open arms and say "I love you". Elizabeth sees the world with such
innocent eyes and splendor. Everything is bright and beautiful and obtainable to her. She
laughs at the simplest things, like reflected light, tree frogs on windows, and ants
crawling on the kitchen floor. I'm hoping that as she gets older she still has that
sparkle in her eye and the awe of how wonderful life really is when she is faced with the
cruelty in this world.
Last night Jeff went Christmas shopping. I'm
not sure what all he got me, but it looks as if he spent a good deal of money at Barnes
and Nobles. They wrap gifts in that ever so bright red Christmas paper that about puts
your eyes out. There are three nice size gifts under the tree from there, my other gift he
bought me he took to my Mrs. Cool's house to be hidden from me. Ahhh, he knows me so well.
I'm pretty sure I know what it is too. He also spent some time buying me gifts online,
something I think he wasn't totally comfortable with because he had to ask me for help
I have a few things left to buy in the
present department, but thankfully all the children's gifts have been bought, paid for and
I went to Metajournals and read the recent addition and
noticed that there was an article about my journal in it. I had not even realized it. The
article used the old title Journey and Destination. It has been sometime since I gave that
interview, in fact I believe it was six months ago.That was when I did have a link on my
journal to my photographs of the headstones. I pulled it a few months back because it took
so long for the pics to load. If you would like to take a look at some of the pictures
I've taken GO HERE!
Also, I would like to make a few comments
about the dialog on diary-l as of late. I'm not one to discuss these kind of things in my
journal but I thought for a change of pace I would add my two cents here.
An accusation has been made about Diana,
author of Impulse Diary.
Basically word is out that her diary is a spoof of some kind, and a female brand of Cut While Shaving. Well, out of
curiosity I headed over to her site and read all the entries there. I'm not sure if it's a
spoof or not, but I will say, just because someone has no writing talent and their journal
completely sucks, talking about nothing but rhetoric and linking more popular journals
within does not make Diana a fake or a spoof journal. It just means that she lacks the
skills to express her life in writing. I could care less if her design sucks, or that she
changes her font and background colors daily, content is what matters, and frankly her
content stinks worse than a multi-cat litter box. I'm not saying she is a bad person, I'm
just saying, for a forty-two year old woman you should have better writing skills than
what is displayed on her site.
Well, that's all I got to say about the