Out of practice,birthparents, menopause, and such

It's been a long time since I have consistently written anything; I need to get back in practice.

I had a lovely evening, hubby and baby went off to the football game and I got to come home and go straight to bed. I woke up a few hours later in my work clothes with the realization that I forgot to eat dinner. I grabbed a yogurt, a book, my jammies, and lay down for about 30 seconds before I went out again. Yesterday was rough I tell ya!

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The birthfather emailed me today; he usually just sends a form letter that I think his computer is set to send once a month. Hi, how are you, is she driving you crazy yet, everyone is good, talk to you soon form letter. The driving you crazy thing always puzzles me, why on earth would we adopt a child just to be driven crazy? Maybe he assumes that since Andrea Yates is from TX we must all be whacky down here. Dun no. Anyway today's letter veered away from the form letter a bit so I think he actually sat down and wrote it. Shocking, I know. I feel a bit like a stalker but I scan the newspaper from his small town all the time to see if he has committed any crimes lately.... or even gone to trial or anything for what he was arrested for. So far nothing, but I did find a court transcript from someone he busted back when he was a cop. Even in the "just the facts ma'am" format of court documents his personality shines through. No comment on which area it's shining from.

The birth mom is a doll as always, how those two hooked up is beyond me. She is great and so so so sweet, hopefully we will get to see her this month.

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Hormones are fabulous, keeps the hot flashes at bay and make me feel a bit more normal... less like an old lady who switched bodies with a yung'n. I have noticed that my bond with older women has been solidified, they start moaning about fatigue, flashes, and the entire lovely array of complaints that accompany menopause and I am right there with them. I have lost touch with my counterparts though. When the moans about periods and pms start I just can't relate anymore... it really is a distant memory that is fading every day—a great side effect of menopause, can't remember a damn thing!

Oh, another great thing about menopause this young, the shock factor. Many a nurse has given me the crazy look when they ask when my last period was ... the answer is July 2004... you can see them doing the math in there head, their eyes go wide, eyebrows go up, and then they ask about the hysterectomy. Nothing makes you feel like a good old circus freak than making a nurse have the "shocked" look. Makes we wonder what they do if you go in with something really nasty.
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Last book read
Kiss Me, Kill Me by Ann Rule
It was great, if you are in to True Crime, but I don’t recommend reading it before bed, especially when you have to walk out to your car by yourself really early in the morning. All of a sudden there is a serial killer, a mass murder, and a stalker sitting in your backyard waiting for you to be alone so they can hack you to death. As you make purchases at the convenience store you realize that if you are abducted they will be tracing you back to the Mountain Dew you just purchased. People will be watching you on the video surveillance cameras tracking everything that you have done over the past few days. Hope you haven’t picked any wedgies!

I think I need to take a break from the True Crime and macabre and focus on something happy and flowery. I need sunshine, butterflies and rainbows. Little bunnies hopping around with daisy chains around their necks. I think that this break would last all of 10 minutes; who really wants to read about butterflies and bunnies, I get plenty of that from reading my daughter her books.

Speaking of her books I think that Dr. Seuss was a sadist. Have you ever tried reading his books out loud, your tongue gets tied into knots that are so tight you could scream from the pain. You can almost hear him cackle in his grave every time you slip up and say a “naughty” word while you are trying to muddle through “one fish, two fish”.

Mother’s out there are gasping, how could ANYONE say ANYTHING bad about Dr. Seuss???!!! Mother Goose is worse, there are nursery rhymes in there that are so sick I just can’t read them to my baby, and Winnie the Pooh is just as bad. Have you ever read Curious George out loud? Try doing it with the voice of a pedophile; yup those books are f-d up too! Some may say it’s just my twisted mind perverting those books, if the books weren’t perverted they couldn’t be twisted!

Ok, enough for today one shouldn’t use up all their writing at once, it’s going to look like I had a premature ejaculation in my blog if I don’t write again for a week.