my new commitment

By christa 17 July, 2005 best of loafe, vol 1, random

Gordon and I got married over the weekend. Things should be interesting from here on out.

in other news, I’ve decided the best way to prolong the appearance of wrinkles is to keep my face completely expressionless at all times. It should be a difficult task at first, but with patience and perseverance, I think I can do it. It’s all my stupid facial expressions that are causing me trouble and I just won’t stand for it.

I WON’T STAND FOR IT.

caramel is not karma.

By christa 13 July, 2005 ry pics

I did more pictures of R.Galileo.C. He will be 11 months soon (a day after my birthday) and then we’re just a hop, skip and jump away from The Very Big Day. I know age is just a number and birthdays don’t mean anything, but my boy is going to be one! It is crazy, I tell ya. crazy. I am going to have a fun happy party and let the world celebrate the existence of my son.

We never heard back from the baby contest, so I guess Ryland didn’t win, and I think it’s the most shameful thing to ever happen, as if there could possibly be a cuter baby. That contest is fixed, I tell ya! FIXED!

He’s been sick the past few days. At night, he’s wanted me to pretty much hold him the entire night. It has made me very tired, but there is something so sweet and precious and heartwarming about caring for a sick baby. It’s almost like you get to go back to the early days, when they were tiny and you could hold them and they weren’t squirming and trying to get down and getting into everything and just being so independent. He’s feeling better now and I’m glad, for his sake, but I’ll miss these sick nights, of holding him close and making him feel better just because I’m his mommy.

be still my heart.

By christa 11 July, 2005 random

The idea of a 2008 Presidential campaign of Clinton, H vs McCain, J positively makes me shiver. Because on a ballot with those names, I feel good, I feel happy, I feel elated. I would be happy with either one. But alas, I know it’s too good to be true. I don’t think the Republicans would ever let McCain have the nomination and despite my hope and love for Hillary, I worry that 2008 is too early for a female victor. At least in this country of rednecks and testosterone-led businesses, anyway.

But I have my dreams. I have my hopes. I have my fantasies. No matter how wild they may be, I have them.