Groggy Girls Write More

Gosh I’m groggy. It’s my day off, but somehow Chris thought it was a good idea to bring Sammy into bed with us at the buttcrack of dawn. He of course is like a little child, and was sticking his cold nose in my face. Cuddled with booger butt for an hour and asked Chris to put him back in his bed. Which is just as good as our bed. Went back to sleep for an hour, but I have this crazy thing about setting the alarm for my day off. Woke up an hour later and here I am. Groggy.

Last night was weird. Regarding my last entry, if you read it, and missed what I was talking about before that you’ll still be confused. A summerized version would be too hard to explain. But last night after that had been resolved, I started feeling bad that I couldn’t help another person, and this girl is a few years younger than me, and is completely self-less and kind. My uncle couldn’t have children, he was sterile, and him and his wife adopted two autistic boys. His death is coming up on two years in March. I felt like a jackass though in a way. I’m just not ready to give up, although I have my moments. The ony reason I was hurting about the mis understanding yesterday was I was worried that one of those anti breastfeeding more-offs (more off than on) had decided to be vendictive and calus. It wasn’t the case.

Our toilet thing is broken. The thingie in the back that pulls the chain when you hit the handle is cracked and barely holding together. Chris need to buy another one. He knows the name of it, but for me it’s all toilet talk. It’s still flushable right now, you just have to lift the tank and pull the doo-dad.

Last night after work Chris and I went to Walmart and took Mya with us. She’s the best in the car, other than her moments of non listening. Sammy gets car sick despite the fact that he slept through a two hour car ride when he was 8 weeks old. Libby is a whiner. She whines the whole trip, and absolutely FREAKS out when someone leaves the car. Mya just jumped around from window to window trying to sniff, lick and wiggle to all the people passing by. He came out with a dozen red roses for me. Awwwww. He’s so sweet and thoughtful.

I also inquired to the bag of frozen corn I found on our bedroom floor. As I was leaving I found a fork too. Hmmm. Chris has no clue. We’re guessing he ate it. Wtf? He took a few painkillers for his shoulder but it must have made him loopy enough to at frozen corn kernels, or he sleepwalked and ate it. Veggies aren’t high on Chris’s diet. He likes meat.

There are times he absolutely gets on my last nerve, but I’m so lucky to have him, and honestly I love him, even with the annoying traits. I know he loves mine too. I was lucky to find him, realize it, and snatch him up. He’s truely wonderful. We were talking about kids last night, and just him understanding me, and being active and supporting me.

For a groggy lady, i sure do type alot. My Sadie cat is curled up next to my feet, and I know if I make a move for the coffee pot she’ll meow for the next 20 minutes.

And I’m still not done. MLK day. I went to work yesterday, it was steady, but no overtly busy. I tried to express my views on MLK day. For me it’s something deeper than what other peope view it as. Martin Luther King Jr. was not just an advocate for black people, but for all. He believed in equality for ALL people, races, and sexes. His fight, has been the foundation for many other’s to try. Woman’s rights, gay rights, bi racial marriages. All of these things that have been fought for and are being fought for are intertwined with MLK. He was a civil rights movement leader, and I find it sad that his cause has been turned into a race thing. A lot of white people don’t understand MLK Day, and disregard celebrating it, since it’s a "black" holiday. A lot of black people seem to think the same thing. It’s not about either, it’s about both. It’s about living in a world that you can see everyone equal. The world. Everyone having the same rights. I read a news article about a man suing the state of California because changing his last name to his fiancee’s last name is about 300 dollars, plus court fees, and a 6 month process. How is that equal. But that man wouldn’t have had the right to fight for his beliefs years ago. A few people undeerstood where I was coming from, and that is good enough for me.

Kudos if you read all this.