2 posts tagged “bah bah bah bah”
You know, I was so excited when Bennett built me this computer, I love computers. They hate me, but I love them. When I realized I had a computer but couldn't get internet for it, I was very sad. Then Carrie came to town, and she got my internet hooked up and I thought: "Yeah! I have a computer AND internet! Woohoo! I won't be lonely at night anymore!" Because that's what I honestly thought, that if I had a computer with internet I could spend the evenings emailing, and blogging, watching old episodes of Bones, downloading music, chatting, and Googling cool stuff.
Alas, it hasn't worked out that way. Most nights, I'm too tired to be creative enough to add anything to my blog. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I just can't think straight...I've been thinking straight all day, and my mind just refuses to do anything but run around in circles yelling, "Bah bah bah bah bah," like Goldie Hawn in Overboard. And most of my friends seem to be in the same boat, because I eagerly check their blogs and see that they haven't updated since I have. Now, one is pregnant (and sick, sick, sick), one works full time and just gave birth to her second child, and one is brand-new to Vox and hasn't done anything but upload a few pictures. Karen updates fairly regularly, bless her soul, and the other two people in my neighborhood fell off the face of the blogosphere two years ago. I could cruise Vox and try to pick up new friends, but that makes me feel a little like the desperate guy at the night club....
As for emailing, well, that's not working out too well either. I only have one friend that will email me back, so I get exactly one personal email a day. The rest are account balance updates from the bank (Ugh!) and newsletters from school. Now, Mom did send me some really cute pics the other day, but then her panda killed a spy and downed too many cookies, so she had to take care of a sick panda. Whatever that means. I thought they just had dogs and cats and birds and the odd wolf-hybrid out on their farm.
The chatting seems to be a 'feast or famine' situation. Right now, I would pay good money for that irritating little smiley face to pop up and say that someone sent me a message. I'd bake him a cookie, as a matter of fact (since Mother's panda ate them all), but he's just sitting in the corner of my screen smirking at the fact that I'm alone, the kids are asleep, and I don't have any friends who can talk right now. Jerk. The 'feast' part comes in when Carrie and Bennett are sitting across the room from each other, tinkering with their computers, and decide independently to IM me. When that happens, it never fails that a third person pops up, the telephone rings, or the doorbell sounds off. Or (D) All of the Above. At which time I start pulling my hair and yelling, "Bah bah bah bah bah!"
Okay, I may not be an actual alcoholic yet, but I sense that the day is not too far in the future...for right now, chocolate is a viable and preferred alternative to alcohol. Oh, and Lexapro. And caffeine. And carbohydrates!
Sooo, I guess I should introduce myself.
I'm a wife, a mom, and a zookeeper ~ alright, so I'm really a stay-at-home mom. And I have come to the conclusion that children, not alcohol, kill brain cells. Loss of intelligence seems to be directly porportional to the number of births a mother has endured. I saw a coffee mug the other day that said, "Memory loss is contagious, I got it from my kids!" But I digress...
My name is Yvette, I have a husband of 8 1/2 years (and I swear I haven't made even one teensy, tiny attempt on his life in all that time) named Walker, who I still love and who still makes me laugh. And please, the "Walker, Texas Ranger" jokes are not original. We have three beautiful, healthy children with a total age span between the oldest and youngest of 34 months. There are 10 1/2 months between my son, K, and my daughter, D; there are 23 months between my daughter and my youngest son, C. Before you ask, yes, we know what causes it and we have a license to do it...yes, we did wait the 6 week post-partum moratorium on sex...and yes, we did finally get a TV for the bedroom. Oh, and yes, they do keep me terribly busy. They keep me running. For my life.
The children have managed to accumulate a small number of additional responsibilities for their tireless mother. We have an English Spaniel named Angel, a Siamese cat named Bella, and a white-faced cockatiel named Sam. And though Bella was supposed to have already been spayed when we got her from the Humane Society last year, we now have a six week old kitten named Ellie. We also have a time-share Jack Russell Terrier that spends part of the year in Alabama with my mother and part of the year here with us. The kids are currently begging for a chinchilla, some fish, another bird, and a pet snake, but I have to draw the line somewhere. We already have entirely too many links of the food chain represented in one household.
I have a slew of fantastic, patient friends that get me through my days. One of those friends, who shall remain nameless, has been encouraging me to write my own blog as a means to "vent". (Thanks, Amy! ;^) ) Then, my friend Mel finally roped me into it with an invitation and promise of getting to design my own page - finally, something I actually have control over! Because, of course, at home I have about as much control as a shepherd trying to herd cats.
Anyway, this is my blog. It probably won't be very funny, and it probably won't be very original, and it probably won't be very good, but it doesn't matter. Because when I feel like poking my fingers in my ears and yelling, "Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bahbahbah..." I will have a place to do just that.
