Today was just one of those ridiculous days where nothing comes out right. We had a lot on our plate today: Mass, a baptism and reception to attend, and a Super Bowl party (Kraft’s account of party). In order for all of this to go to plan, we had to go to the 9am Mass at St. John Neumann. I set my alarm for 7am, it went off just fine and I woke Brandon up to take a shower and from here on out was Miscommunication Central. Brandon says he tried to wake me up several times and that I even hit him and told him to leave me alone, but I don’t remember this (communication error #1). All I know is I woke up at 8:15 freaking out because we needed to be out the door in 15 minutes. I yell at Brandon for a second, throw O’s outfit for the day on the bed and race around getting ready.
Why, hello there.
I was recently talking to a friend about our mutual love for reading memoirs. I love to read anecdotes about people’s lives and I also love to read stories that I wrote down about my own life but have since forgotten. Since about 3rd grade I’ve had random journals and notebooks that I fill with quotes I’ve heard, ideas that I’ve had (Cinnamon Altoids – yeah, thought of that way before they came out – that’s really the only good product idea I’ve had that has come to fruition), and things that happen to me. Especially now that we have the little squeaker, I really want to have a place where I can write stuff down so that I can look back and remember and have an outlet for all these things that run through my head, and hey, if you get a few laughs out of it, even better. So, here goes nothing…