Allo,
Today we celebrate my nieces first birthday. If you can't figure it out, that makes her one year old. She is twenty one pounds and thirty two inches. She has the best hair her doctor has seen in ten years and she has already needed six haircuts (and still has a mop).
I didn't get her anything because I don't think a one year old really appreaciates gifts, but I will most likely cave and go and by her something tomorrow. My sister said a present isn't necessary, but a card is. She is going to save all cards for her scrapbook. I stubbornly agreed, but only with the condition that the cards I give her on her birthdays stay sealed until she is old enough to know what birthday cards are and can understand them being read to her (mostly understand). I am thinking of slipping a twenty or fifty in each, so then when she opens that at say seven or six years old, she will have at least a hundred bucks to put toward a bike or something.
I am being far more stubborn and withdrawn from this than I should be, saying that I do love my niece very much and want to spoil her like everyone else, but it's also painful. I can subdue them mostly, but thoughts of my own passed on child come in pretty quick at major steps in Cala's life (like a birthday). If I stay away from the situation or at the outer edge, I can usually manage my memories pretty well.
Enough of that. My arm is all bruised up from where I gave blood, and than later popped that same vein when boxing in the garage. I needed to work out the frustartions of trying to rid my computer of the recent worm/trojan/virus program that had been spreading (that took eighteen hours and a lot of patience to finally fix), so I went to box my punching for a half hour. I got lightheaded but figured it to be from the heat of the garage and the furiousness of which I attacked the big red blob, but I forgot that I had just given blood and so looked down to see I was bleeding all over the place. A literal bloody mess. A bunch of stupid things followed on my part and I ended up in a state where I couldn't really talk or stand for about three hours. It would've been more amusing had it not been me.
Cheers.
Noise:
Sedition "New Breed Bad Seed"
Sage Francis "How To Write A Political Poem"
Sedition "Deconsume"
Today we celebrate my nieces first birthday. If you can't figure it out, that makes her one year old. She is twenty one pounds and thirty two inches. She has the best hair her doctor has seen in ten years and she has already needed six haircuts (and still has a mop).
I didn't get her anything because I don't think a one year old really appreaciates gifts, but I will most likely cave and go and by her something tomorrow. My sister said a present isn't necessary, but a card is. She is going to save all cards for her scrapbook. I stubbornly agreed, but only with the condition that the cards I give her on her birthdays stay sealed until she is old enough to know what birthday cards are and can understand them being read to her (mostly understand). I am thinking of slipping a twenty or fifty in each, so then when she opens that at say seven or six years old, she will have at least a hundred bucks to put toward a bike or something.
I am being far more stubborn and withdrawn from this than I should be, saying that I do love my niece very much and want to spoil her like everyone else, but it's also painful. I can subdue them mostly, but thoughts of my own passed on child come in pretty quick at major steps in Cala's life (like a birthday). If I stay away from the situation or at the outer edge, I can usually manage my memories pretty well.
Enough of that. My arm is all bruised up from where I gave blood, and than later popped that same vein when boxing in the garage. I needed to work out the frustartions of trying to rid my computer of the recent worm/trojan/virus program that had been spreading (that took eighteen hours and a lot of patience to finally fix), so I went to box my punching for a half hour. I got lightheaded but figured it to be from the heat of the garage and the furiousness of which I attacked the big red blob, but I forgot that I had just given blood and so looked down to see I was bleeding all over the place. A literal bloody mess. A bunch of stupid things followed on my part and I ended up in a state where I couldn't really talk or stand for about three hours. It would've been more amusing had it not been me.
Cheers.
Noise:
Sedition "New Breed Bad Seed"
Sage Francis "How To Write A Political Poem"
Sedition "Deconsume"
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Did you have a crush on both johnny depp and christina ricci before you saw Legend of Sleepy Hollow? How coincidental