It's hot. And humid. And in spite of the title, it's not funny. Why? Because our central air conditioning went out on Saturday. Saturday, after spending all day on the hottest day of the year (so far) at my in-laws where A/C is a curse word. So, it's broken. And I can't get a technician out here until Thursday. So between now and then it's all about survival. For the first time in my life, I appreciate the fact that the home I grew up in didn't have central air. I survived that, so I'm thinking a few days shouldn't be too bad. Also, I'm guessing some soft-serve ice cream might take the edge off! I'm not sure where the humor comes in.....but I like titles that have three words. So there.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
I love rain. I love the smell of it, the way it sounds spattering on the window, the peacefullness it seems to bring me. The way everything gets more green, like the leaves in the trees open up their pores to let the cool water in. There aren't many things better than laying down, next to an open window, with my nose stuck in a book. I discovered another really really good thing about rain today. Standing on the front porch with your daughter, watching the rain and taking turns putting your feet out to get rained on. It was perfect.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I’ve been reading a few mommy-blogs on the net lately and came across one that really touched me. It was so simple, but it totally describes who I want to be. And you know what? It’s kind of lame. It was talking about how their mom had the perfect “mom’s house.” Always fully stocked with your favorite foods, always willing to cook them for you at the drop of a hat, always a shoulder to cry on, will help when needed or just listen if that’s what you want. Want to bitch, complain, cry, shop, chill, whatever. She’s who you call. Have an emergency, she’s right there. Fifteen years have passed without speaking, but when the crap starts flying, you know she’s just the one you need. I want to be her. I want to be the cool mom. The cool wife. The cool friend. The cool aunt. The cool sister. The one. That kind of sounds like I want it to always be about me, but that’s not it. It’s actually all about you. Making other people happy is what I want. And, in turn, that makes me happy. More than you will ever, ever know.
I'm going to start writing here instead of at myspace. I'm just not handling their posting template very well. If I write in Word (which I normally do), then copy and paste, the gargoyle in the computer takes all of my punctuation. So, instead I'll try this. Seems a bit more writer-friendly. We'll see. If you stumble upon here and would like to check out my previous musings, feel free to check 'em out at http://blog.myspace.com/thecoolaunt Thanks.
