You Oughta Know

I'm playing that song in the background as I type this.

I like lots of different types of music.

I didn't appreciate my kid this time four years ago.

Now I can't get enough of her.

I was afraid and couldn't fight through that or the sadness. For way longer than I even realized until after it was over.

I know now that I'm not alone in having felt that way.

I wish I had known then.

I hope someone else, who really needs to know, knows now.

I love the way that my daughter calls Dora "Lala" but then when you try to correct her and get her to pronounce it correctly, she says "d-d-d-d-Dora." It cracks me up every time.

I'm still not sure how I feel about going back to work.

That's not true. I know how I feel. I just don't know what I'm willing to do about it yet.

Now I'm listening to Kurtis Blow.

I love my friends.

I wonder what my mother would think of me today.

I really don't want to have to move again soon (destination: unknown), but I'll be more than ready to leave by then.

It's not the people, it's the place.

Except Sonic. And Chick-fil-A. And the beach. I like those parts.

I really, really don't like Facebook anymore. Surprisingly, it's not because of whatever changes they just made. I don't even really know what happened because I usually only check it from my phone.

I miss when people used to call me on the telephone. I actually like the telephone.

krlr, you should totally email me. My address is to the right of this post somewhere.

I really like beans but BD doesn't, so I had to turn my big batch into chili so that we'd both be happy.

That's love, y'all.