Peek-a-boo...Here I am

We've returned from our vacation, so I better get back to this blogging thing. I was doing pretty well before we left. I've been trying to post every day. I really enjoy doing this, and I know my life is dull and boring most of the time. But what can a girl do, it's my life.

We had a wonderful vacation. We spent the week in Emerald Isle, North Carolina. My family rented a house right on the beach. It was a little early in the year, so it wasn't as warm as we'd have liked it to be. But we were still able to go to the beach a few days and play. Zachariah did really well. He seemed to enjoy the new environment. I will post more about it later. I'm still trying to get things in order here at home since we've returned.

I have lots of great pictures that I can share later. For now here's a good one to keep you coming back.

And weeeeee're outta here

Bye my blogger friends. We are off to our vacation destination. A week of rest and relaxation and fun at the ocean. I probably won't get a chance to blog, so goodbye until I return. We're planning to be back home by May 20th. Then I can share pictures and tell you all about the trip.

Pudding Mix

The smell of wonderful homemade cinnamon bread is in the air. I have some baking in the oven right now. I can't wait to try some. (Oh, it uses pudding mix - hence the blog title.)

I don't have anything in particular to blog about, but I'll think of some odds and ends.

We have ants in our kitchen. There aren't tons of them. But every few hours I see one or two. Matt sprayed around the base of the house outside. And we put some ant traps inside behind the stove, fridge, etc. Anyway, they are creeping me out. I just cringe every time I see one. Err. Since we won't be here next week, we will spray more before we leave. Then we'll just clean up the spray when we get home. I sure hope that helps. And my kitchen is very tidy, that's what makes me so mad. I think I feel like it's dirty when I see ants in there.

We are leaving for vacation in 2 days. We will leave our house Thursday night. We'll stay at my parents' house and leave Friday morning from there. We will drive to Virginia then stay overnight in a hotel. And on Saturday we'll drive the rest of the way to the ocean. We're headed to Emerald Isle, NC. We are going with my parents, grandmother, my sister and her husband. We all went 2 years ago. (And a side note: Zachariah was conceived either there last time or right after we got home. Fun times!) Actually this is a typical vacation destination for my family. It has been for years. We love the ocean and the whole area down there. This will be Zachariah's first trip to the ocean. I'm sure he'll have fun playing on the beach and splashing in the waves.

Did I mention before that I finally got Zachariah's pictures taken professionally. I just took him to a department store studio. They turned out pretty good. Not as good as some in the past, but that's OK. I guess I just get so many real life shots here with my own camera that are great. But I ordered plenty of prints so all our relatives and friends can have pictures. We have big families. So, the photos will be back a few days after I return from vacation. I will be sure to post one or 5 for you to see. ;)

Usually when we have vacation coming up I start getting worried about having everything ready. This time...not so much worrying. I'm not sure what the difference is, but I'm organized and ready. Tomorrow I will get some things packed. I already have lots of things laying out ready to pack. And I have made lists of the things that I might forget. As long as I remember the kid, I'll be fine. I am very excited and can't wait to go.

That's all I can think of for this post. Just for good measure, here's a picture of my son in his Sunday dress clothes.

Gerber baby?

It's so hard to know how to react to another mother who is gushing praise over your own offspring. Do you immediately return the favor? Say thank you? Blush and run? Yeah, I'm not sure what to do either.

On Sunday another mother was going on and on about how adorable my son is. "He is sooo cute!" "And he's just such a sweet child." "He's happy and smiling all the time." "He should be a Gerber baby; he has the personality to match his adorable looks." She was saying all this while holding her son (who is the same age as mine). She almost didn't give me time to say anything. I did say Thank You. And I did try to talk to her son. But really, he wanted nothing to do with me. Actually he started climbing up her when I was talking to him. He thought I was trying to take him...oops.

This particular woman has 3 children. I only have 1. Maybe she just really likes adorable babies? Who doesn't? And I know my son is adorable, cute, charming, friendly, happy, loving,...OK enough. Maybe I'm the only person who doesn't know how to act in these situations. I don't really gush about other people's children. I guess I used to more before I had my own child. And I love babies, but they just aren't as appealing to me since I've had my own. When I see a baby, I really don't need to go try to hold them. I would rather just have another baby of my own to hold. This may change over time. It still is fun to hold babies. I did enjoy holding the darling baby girl who was being bestowed with gifts at a shower. And she got so many great little girl dresses and other frilly girly things. ;) Maybe that's just me wanting a girl of my own, too.

Sidekick

Today, Zachariah wanted to help Daddy. He had to be nearby watching his every move. When Matt took a load of sticks to the backyard, Zachariah wanted to follow. It was rather cute. And such a HUGE difference from when I posted about this.

It was a wonderful blessing to me to see my son enjoying "helping" his dad. And it may have been even better to see Matt enjoying spending time with his son. Even though he was still doing all the work. He let Zachariah ride on his lap while taking a load of sticks to the back. This was the most thrilled part of the day for the boy. He stayed outside with us for hours.

Here are some pictures I took documenting our morning. Enjoy.

This is what Zachariah thought after I told him he could not go outside and wait for daddy to come home. (He hadn't seen Daddy yet today, so he was really antsy.)

Then Daddy came home and brought doughnuts with him. Oh, the joy! Zachariah loved his first doughnut ever. I had to get the video camera out, it was so funny watching him. He kept saying "MMmmm" "Mmm". And he ate the whole thing in about 4 bites!

Daddy taking Zachariah for a ride was great. You can see that he was completely curious and enthralled with this new contraption.

Then Zachariah got to sit in the driver's seat. Oh boy!

And this...the moment that made a father proud. Zachariah wanted to go give him hugs before we came inside. We didn't think he'd ever let go. What a sweet boy.

Battles

This morning did not start out on a good note. I always change Zachariah's diaper as soon as I get him up, then I get him dressed for the day, and breakfast after that. Today he fought me about changing his diaper. He squirmed and wiggled and tried getting up. I really had to tackle him. After a few minutes of the struggle, I finally got him pinned down long enough to get the dirty diaper off and a new on one. Guess it's not love & cuddles today. And to make it worse...while he was fighting with me he stuck his foot in the poopy diaper. Ewww. :P I'm glad the rest of the day didn't carry on like that.

How am I going to change his diaper as he gets older and stronger. I just hope that I'll get stronger with him too. I know it has really helped my gain arm muscles since I've had him. All this lifting. And the weight slowly increases to give me a great workout.

I do have something more to say about the young mother I told you about before. But I think I'll save that for another post all it's own.

Oh, I did get professional photos taken of Zachariah finally. I'll let you see them when I get them back in 3 weeks. They turned out pretty good. For now I'll leave you with this good picture. Honestly, I think this beats any of the photos we got today...but that's OK.

Love & Cuddles

Why does this child of mine have to tug on my heart so much? This morning for no apparent reason at all he decided to come have some cuddle time with momma. He brought his blankie and came over to be picked up. He snuggled right into my chest. Ahh, so sweet. So, I rocked and cuddled with him. He would sit up occasionally and look adoringly into my eyes. Then smile and snuggle back in. He did get down once...to get a stuffed animal and come back to cuddle. He hugged the doggie and snuggled with him on me for a while too. It was one of those priceless, precious moments. If only this feeling would last the rest of the day. (It almost made me forget about the moment of outright defiance I had to deal with yesterday...almost.)

All boy

OK, here's a question for everyone. Is this outfit too girly for Zachariah? Seriously now? This is a Carter's outfit. I searched online, but I can't find it anywhere. I swear I bought it in the infant boys' department. I chose this color, because he doesn't have many colors other than blue or green. Although he has a few red tops for summer now. I thought this soft red and orange color was cute. Now I'm second-guessing it. All because when I went into a store today an older lady was talking to Zachariah, and then she asked me if it was a boy or girl! Since he was born that's only happened one other time. And it was only a few months ago. He was wearing a cute blue sweater. I don't know...maybe that was a little girly too. Oh well, I know he's all boy.


Here's a full view.

And here's what the front looks like. It says "Little Monster".

OK, so while we're talking about it, is this outfit girly too? Matt thought it was a little girly looking. I don't think it is. It's from Old Navy. Again, it is not blue or green. Do people expect boys to only wear those colors? I think this outfit is adorable!


And this is another shot (from a different camera, so the lighting is different). So?

Hormones?

What is wrong with me? I have been a crazy person this weekend. It's been an up and down roller coaster. I'm not sure why. Hormones? Is it that time of month? It could be. Am I pregnant? Well...I don't think I am, but who knows. (My mother says it's always a possibility.) Somethings got to give soon. I think I'm starting to drive myself nuts. I just sat down here with some Almond M&M's, so maybe that will help. Chocolate is always good.

Friday I was crabby, because of this issue I posted about. That just put me in a bad mood all night. And I think blogging about it made me think about it more, so I just stayed in that mood.

Saturday was fun. We all went to a community garage sale. I found a few places with some name-brand, barely used baby clothes for Zachariah to wear next winter. Even though it wasn't much, it was nice to find a few deals. And I normally hate to go to garage sales. Bleck. But we walked for 2 hours around the really nice neighborhoods. Matt and I talked the whole time, while Zachariah was content in his stroller. It worked out nice. Then we stopped for ice cream afterwards....a treat we haven't indulged in for some time. Oh, and the kind I tried was amazing! When we got home, Zachariah was ready for a nap. He slept for 2 hours. I was even able to lay down for 1/2 hour. It felt nice. Then Matt's parents came over. Matt grilled burgers, and we had salads with them. Yum. It was fun having them over. So, see, Saturday was fun! Matt even commented that I was in a much better mood. (Although, he was not perceptive enough to figure out WHY I was in a bad mood the night before. And for fear of biting off his head, I did not tell him.)

Today. Well, I asked Matt to keep an eye on Zachariah this morning, so I could get my shower. Matt was already showered and dressed and reading the paper. Zachariah was already up, changed, dressed, and had eaten breakfast. Shouldn't be hard...just let the kid play with his toys. By "keeping an eye on him" all I meant was that he had to make sure he didn't hurt himself or get into too much trouble. I didn't think it was much to ask. But I got this pathetic "I guess". ERRRRR! So, I went and got my shower (cold though it was). I took my sweet time. Normally I would wait to do my hair and make-up. But NO, not this morning. I stayed into the bathroom until I was completely ready. And the boy was fine that whole time. Imagine that! I was so mad. I shouldn't have to ask my husband to watch the kid just so I can get a shower. Anyway, off to church we went. Then we came home, had lunch (well I took care of myself and the kid and Matt took care of himself), Matt mowed the yard, then I did the dishes and stuff. Zachariah went down for a nap, so I took my chances to lay down myself. I actually got to sleep a little while. That is until I heard the slamming of the doors. I heard Matt go into Zachariah's room to get him (his door creaks, and it sounded like he threw it open). Then he must have let the screen door slam later on. I didn't sleep after he got Zachariah up, but I figured I'd just stay there for a while and watch TV. Usually Matt ends up letting Zachariah come in to bug me, so I thought my time was limited. But, he was actually thoughtful and let me be. I finally came out after about 1/2 hour, because I was getting bored and knew there were things I should be doing.

Zachariah played for a while, then Matt talked about going to the home improvement store to get something. He actually said he'd like to take Zachariah with him. SHOCK! Well, not too much...he does it once in a while. It just doesn't happen often that he lets me have a little time to myself at home. Anyway, so I happen to see Matt back out. HE HIT MY CAR WITH THE TRUCK. He backed right into it. Luckily he just hit the front grill and his bumper, so there was no damage. I had parked behind him, so he could get the mower out of the garage. Oh my, I was sick when I saw him hit my car. I thought he would come in and tell me, but he didn't. He did get out to check for damage, then he went to the store. So, I just tried to forget about it for now. From the front window I didn't see any damage, and I figured I'd let him tell me when he got home. He did tell me about it 2 hours after he got home. He felt really bad about it. Is it wrong that I didn't tell him I saw him do it and was just waiting for him to tell me?

While they were gone I cleaned out Zachariah's closet. I needed to sort out some clothes he wasn't wearing anymore. It was fun seeing all his baby clothes again...even though I was putting them away. So, I got about 3/4 of that done before they came back from the store. But Zachariah just played near me while I finished getting it all put back together.

Did I mention that Matt and I got into a big discussion again today about joining a small group? that lead to nothing but frustration for us both. I think we need to talk about it again when I'm in a MUCH better mood.

Anyway, there are most of my weekend problems. Well, the ones stemming from Matt anyway. I told my friend on Friday that I don't know why, but he is just driving me nuts. But I love him to death. Here were my other issues today: I was nauseous a few times and I had a funny ache/pain in my stomach. While I was cleaning out Zachariah's closet I thought I was going to lose everything I'd eaten. It went away after a few minutes, but yuck. I feel OK now, but it's come and gone all afternoon into evening. Hopefully it's nothing major.

Snapshot Saturday

Just had to share this picture of my cutie pie looking all grown up this morning. He wanted all his "doggies" today. Funny!

Diaper Duty

I don't know how it is in your house, but this is a typical occurrence here.

Zachariah: Making grunting noises and signing "potty" (which means he's dirtying his diaper)
Me: Uh oh, not again. Honey, it's your turn this time. I changed ALL his diapers today and already dealt with a messy one.
Hubby: No, that's OK, you can take care of it.
Me: Ha, ha, nope it's on you.
Hubby: Silent
Zachariah: Back to playing - didn't mess diaper

***cut to 10 minutes later***

Me: Oh, he's definitely going potty this time.
Hubby: Oh?
Me: Yes, he wants to fill a diaper for Daddy.
Zachariah: Signing "potty", grunting, starting to stink
Me: Eww, go let Daddy smell it.
Hubby: Gives me a look for that comment
Me: Well, I guess someone needs to change him. Go ahead.
Hubby: Yeah, right.
Me: Gets up, takes child into the other room and changes his stupid diaper....again! For the millionth time this week!
Hubby: Comes into the nursery after the diaper is changed and a fresh one is on. Takes out the trash and announces: I'm taking out the trash.
Me: thinking: Gee thanks, especially since I asked you to do it 2 hours ago. And I do it EVERY OTHER SINGLE TIME!
Me: Completely ignores hubby's attempt at getting a Thank You, and goes on her merry way with a fresh smelling baby.

OH baby!

I just heard wonderful news. A relative of mine is pregnant! Babies are always fun. She has a son who is 3 weeks younger than mine. They, too, had problems getting pregnant with him. She was actually on fertility treatments, but then decided to take a month off. That's when she got pregnant. It was fun being pregnant together, and now our little guys have fun at holiday get-togethers. Unfortunately she isn't someone I'm around much, so I will probably miss most of her pregnancy. She's due around Thanksgiving time. I'll probably meet the baby at Christmas.

As exciting as this is, it makes me feel more depressed than happy. :( Silly, isn't it? Part of this is explained in the posts I'm putting together in response to Swistle's posts about baby spacing and how many. I don't want to ruin those posts for you. I am still working on them. They are issues that I care a lot about, but I have a hard time communicating my feelings on these matters to it's taking me a while to construct the post. Just know they are coming.

Anyway, back to my point. I feel happy/sad about learning that this relative is pregnant. I am happy for her (oh so happy that it didn't take long to get pregnant again). I am happy about a new baby in the family (even if it's extended family). But I always feel momentary sadness when I find out someone I know is pregnant. Most of this stems from my own fertility issues (to be talked about more later). I hope that when we're ready to try for another one, I will get pregnant right away. Only time will tell.

Then the other issue is that I AM READY FOR ANOTHER BABY! If Matt said let's go, I'd be trying to get pregnant tonight (in a manner of speaking). That doesn't mean that everything in our life is ready for that, though. Since Matt is looking for a better job, we will most likely be moving in the near future. Matt is nervous at the possibility of me being pregnant when we're moving. Also, as far as baby spacing, I'm not sure it's the right time yet. I'd be happy if it happened, but I don't know what my ideal is. (I think this relative will have a hard time. They kids will be about 19 months apart.) AND, I'm trying to lose some weight before I get pregnant again. Although I could be trying harder.

I'm hoping that we'll know when the right time is for another baby. Then I know everything will fall into place. I just don't want to wait too long. In the meantime, I'll send a card to my newly pregnant relative to congratulate her. And I will be waiting anxiously with her to meet and hold her precious new baby.

Dullsville

Ahh, life is boring. I suppose I shouldn't ask for more. If it wasn't boring, then something bad would probably be happening. So, I'll take the boring days/weeks. Because really it's been more like a boring week for me.

We had some bedtime issues tonight. I put Zachariah down to sleep at his normal time. He would not sleep. He cried off and on for an hour straight. I finally gave in (NOT typical for me...bedtime means sleeping normally). Matt was not home, so I thought maybe that was the problem. When Matt got home he played with Zac for quite awhile. That seemed to wear him out. Then he was anxious to go to bed. He was trying to figure out how to climb into the crib himself. And now he is peacefully sleeping. I just hope he doesn't do this again tomorrow night. Matt might be gone then too.

I have been watching quite a few movies lately. Oh, probably about 2-3 a week. Is that a lot? Normally I'm lucky to watch 1 a month. The reason...Vongo. It came with a free trial loaded on our laptop. We really like it so far. It's not as nice as say Netflix, but for us who don't watch that many movies it has plenty that we've never seen. I've watched so many different movies lately that they're all starting to become predictable. Maybe I need to expand my typical genres of movies.

I guess that's all I have to talk about. What an exciting life I lead!

What really matters

Today I was humbled, by seeing true humility from someone else.

OK, I've tried writing this blog 3 times now. The only thing that I've kept each time is that line at the beginning. I guess I really don't need to go into details. That's not what matters.

Here's enough of the story to get the point. I crossed paths today with someone who needed help. Another mother who needed something for her child. I jumped up immediately to do what I could for her. And later Matt and I talked about it, and we've decided to help a little more.

This young mother was so grateful for this little thing that I did for her. But it was something that she needed. I didn't mind doing it. In fact, I loved doing it for her. I love helping others. In just the 4 minutes I talked to her, she hugged me 3 times and thanked me over and over. I told her all I wanted for her was to keep being a great mom.

We are so blessed. We have everything we need and a lot that we want. My son has more clothes than a child his age should rightfully have. It's crazy to see the closet full, and yet I just can't resist buying something new every once in a while. I have never had to wonder where I'll get the money to buy diapers, food, or anything. God has blessed us. And I love that I can pass it on.

Here I have been concerned and proud of my son for being so smart and learning sign language and everything else he's doing now. And after this experience today, I thought, you know, that is the stuff that really doesn't matter. What really matters is the my son is happy, healthy, loved, and cared for. And so is this other child, even though she can't offer him as I much as I can for my son. But I know he is loved. And THAT is what really matters.

Helping Hands

We were visiting my family yesterday. I forget how nice it is to be around a few other adults who don’t mind chasing a toddler around for a little while. For now it works out nicely that Zachariah is the only grandchild. That means he has the undivided attention of grandparents, aunts, and uncles.

So, when I arrived at the grandparents’ house, I was able to let go of the kid and take my things in on my own. This never happens. I didn’t have to lug a kid plus all our stuff. It’s a wonderful feeling.

We’re going on vacation in less than 3 weeks with my family. Everyone is excited about going. We all get along great and we have fun together. It is also exciting, because it will be Zachariah’s first trip to the ocean. It will be fun to see him stick his little baby toes in the water and on the sand. It’s reassuring to me to have all this help there for us. It won’t be just Matt and I chasing the kid around the whole time. I know that the rest of the family wants to spend time with him too. I’m not sure I’ll know what to do with myself. I’m used to taking care of him almost every waking moment. Matt keeps talking about the fun things we can do. The usual things we do while we’re at the beach – sunbathing, boogie boarding, walking on the beach, and other things. I keep telling him that this just isn’t going to work. We have Zachariah to worry about now.

I just don’t think I’ll have as much time to do these fun things that I used to enjoy at the beach. This has been discouraging to Matt, because he wants me to have fun too. I keep telling him that I’ll need his help a little more than normal. And the more I think about it, the more I realize I will be able to let everyone else help me out too. It is fun and relaxing for my family to spend time with Zachariah. After seeing them play with him this weekend, I think I’ll be able to let go better.

Sunshiny days

For now...just pictures.

Zachariah and I outside at my sister's house.

Zachariah peeking at us through the tree.

This is the cutest picture of Zachariah. I just love it.

Sometimes you just gotta go

Well, first of all let me talk about this last post. It generated a lot of comments. Yes, I know I should be able to have time alone. I do...if I really want/need to...with a little convincing. Anyway, that isn't the real issue. It has more to do with the fact that he won't do something with me that I'd really like to do. Usually, he's on board with doing things with me, but this particular thing not so much. He's not a very social person, and I think this is out of his comfort zone. To be honest I think the other stuff is just excuses to get out of it. I don't yet know if we'll go to the small group or not yet. I'll let you know what happens. I will not go with the baby. It's either all or none. So, if Matt's not interested and I can't convince him, then I won't go either.

But actually, Matt hurt his back this week. He went to the chiropractor today, and he was ordered to relax this weekend and do no yard work (which was his excuse for staying home tomorrow). Ha! Take that! OK, that was mean. :(

Today I had this itching feeling. I just couldn't stay in the house one more day. I needed to go somewhere. Luckily my sister let us come over. She helps her husband run a pizza shop, so she had to be around. But we kept her company since it was a slow afternoon anyway. Plus that was better than walking around the mall again. I knew if I did that I would just buy Zachariah more clothes that he doesn't need. I think his closet will overflow if I put one more thing in there. But a nice visit with my sister did me good.

And on Sunday we've decided to go to my parents' house. The boys are going golfing. I'll just stay back and visit with my mom. It's supposed to be super nice outside, so we'll just chase Zachariah all over the yard. I'm sure he'll love that. And it will be nice for me to just be out again too.

What are your weekend plans. I hope it's warm and sunshiny where you are too. Enjoy.

Give me a Break

Is it too much to ask for a night to do something I want to do?

Sorry, but I'm complaining about my husband again. (Disclaimer: He really is a great guy. I only complain here, because I can!)

I have been trying to talk Matt into getting involved in a small group at church for a long time now. For the first few years we were married we were involved in great groups. I loved the dynamics and friendships of those groups. I have kept friends to this day that I met and got to know better through those groups. Unfortunately when the last group fizzled out, we didn't find another group. The last few years I've been interesting in joining a new small group, but Matt was not. It was something I really wanted to do with him.

In the last month or so we were approached about a new group starting. It is one I think I would like very much. I can not get him interested in it. It starts Saturday. He told me I could go by myself. Ha, by myself! What this really means is I have to take Zachariah with me, so Matt can have time to himself to do things at home. I NEVER get a chance like that!

Matt started going to a bible study on Wednesday nights. He also does some computer work a few nights a week (some weeks). Me - I get zero nights to do anything I want to do! All I'm asking is for one night a week. I'm not even saying I want a night alone or without the kid. I want my husband to come with me to the small group for 2 hours. We'll take Zachariah along, but two of us can handle him a lot better than one.

Ahh, I really don't know what to do. I guess unless he comes around and decides this is something he wants to do, then I won't be going. Such an exciting, eventful life I lead.

Wordless Wednesday

I'm too tired to think of something to blog about. Zachariah would not take a nap this afternoon. I would think he was sleeping then 15-20 minutes later I'd hear him squealing or crying. This went on for almost 2 hours. Ahh, at least I got a little done between laying him down again and again and again. Oh, now he wants more to eat. Well, here are some cute pictures for your enjoyment.

He was a camera ham this morning.

Both of us hamming it up the other day. We look a little dorky, but that's OK.

Zachariah discovered the exercise ball and all its fun. Hilarious to watch. This thing is so big that it knocks him over sometimes.

I can't look away

I love reading blogs. I guess it's a way for me to connect other people without having to invest a lot of time and energy into a relationship. I have a list of blogs that I check daily. Lately, I've been realizing that there is one particular blog that I have a love/hate relationship with. I like the fact that it's another mother with a young child. I like some of the topics are come up in her blog. But it's funny, because I'd say half of the time I come out of her blog feeling...drained. Maybe that's not the right word. I'm not sure what is though. And I'm not positive what keeps drawing me back to this particular blog. Don't worry, it's not any of you. To my knowledge, this person does not read my blog. And just in case, I'm keeping it vague enough that it wouldn't matter.

I think I feel a sense of snobbiness from this person. I guess if that's part of her true personality, then it will probably come out in her blog. I wonder, though, how much of it is a show for others. She at times makes (or at least appears to) herself look better than others. Her child is perfect. She's a great parent and does wonderful things for this child. She makes herself sound like Supermom sometimes. And she probably is a great mother. It's just something about the way she "flaunts" it.

So, why do I keep reading her blog. I return daily to see if she has posted anything new or interesting. I have realized my frustration with her, so if I feel like a particular blog entry is leaning towards showiness, then I stop reading it.

Have you ever been friends with a person you just constantly "give" to? And they just "take", "take", "take"? They might be a great person, but when you talk to them it's all about them. It's a one-sided friendship. I have a semi-friend that I had in college who was very much like this. You could try to carry on a conversation with her, but whenever you started telling anything about your life or something happening it always turned back to her. My one sister is like this. It's emotionally draining for me to have a conversation with her. Anyway, that's kind of the feeling I get from reading this particular blog. Not that I want a friendship with her. I think I'm tired of reading that blog, but I doubt I'll be able to stay away. There must be something there that draws me back for more.

Anyway, for some great blog reads, check my list.