just jess: July 2007

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Not My Coke

If the coccain didn't belong to Lindsey, then why, in her mug shot, is there redness under her nose?

Baby Blues?

Have you ever seen a baby that you didn't want to hold?

What a horrible question for me to ask, I know.

There is a family in our neighborhood/ward with one daughter followed by four boys. The middle three boys are complete maniacs, and the fourth is a newborn that I would imagine gets pretty roughed up by his brothers.

Tuesday night at a neighborhood BBQ some 11(ish)-year-old girl, probably a friend of big sister's, held the newborn and was not gentle. I was really uncomfortable and really had to force myself to look away.

Last night at Scouts mom and sister thrust newborn into my Maddie's arms and the left the building for several minutes. I could see some distress on Maddie's face, even she didn't want to hold newborn. Why? He was filthy. His clothes were filthy, and had a ring from where the unchanged diaper soaked his clothes.

I rescued Maddie from the icky baby and strategically held the baby so his messiness wouldn't get on me. Fortunately, big sister came along before too long.

I'm a little ashamed of myself for being repelled by a sweet little baby, I wonder how this little one survives this lifestyle. I'm a big, somewhat strong grown up, but even I'm afraid of his crazy brothers.

Monday, July 23, 2007

The Naming of the Host

I am pleased with their choice.

Working My Way Out of a Slump

Why haven't I been blogging? Heck if I know. Just in a slump.

One or two things are helping with my slump...

This morning Isaac was wandering around the house singing an old Incubus song. I experienced a moment of silent giddiness. Silent because if Isaac ever gets the slightest hint that he is entertaining me he stops. Forever. Okay, not forever, but you get the idea. Anyhow, his Incubus singing did make me very happy.

I come from a family of Harry Potter fans. Umm. Fan isn't a strong enough word. Psychotic obsession may be more appropriate. I, on the other hand, have never read the books, and have only seen parts of the movies. But I might be on the verge of catching this fever, higher than normal with this weekend's book release.

Last night my 16-year-old cousin finished book seven and wouldn't share anything with me. Fine. I have other sources.

But I will officially predict, with all of my (lack of) Harry Potter wisdom that our young wizard is reunited with his parents. I have heard that there is a death, and my other prediction is that it's Hagrid. Who knows, maybe I'll finally, after all these years, get on board with the Hogwart's Train.

In other news... okay I have no other news. None. I've been very busy with not a whole lot to show for it. But I am enjoying not working. I've started to contemplate what 'extras' we'd have to give up for me to stay home permanently. Cable, internet, and cell phone for starters, so we might as well give up breathing too. So off to work I will go in late August, but with more reluctance than I had expected.