Blog the Insomnia Away

Here we are again.  It is way too late (early?) for me to still be awake.  And again with the Disney Channel line up.  Sometimes I forget grown up tv still exists.  I yearned for whatever may have been on Comedy

Thank you, Jen Lancaster!

Word of the day: Stabby*
 I'll spare you all the gorry details, but from the time my eyes opened this morning I knew this day was designed to make me feel stabby.  And this was before I knew I'd be blow drying my clothes.  Damn dryer.
  There are two words that make the heartiest of ttc'ers*** want to hole up in the house with the intoxicant of her choice. 
  Baby.  Shower.
  Think that sounds like enough trauma for one afternoon outing?  If only I were so lucky!  This little gathering is for my baby cousin, Hailey. Born when I was eleven, she was my own personal babydoll.  This was gonna be a tough one, but I couldn't just skip out. Yes, the thought crossed my mind but I didn't want to be a whiny pain in the ass about this.  Plus due to a situation at "the office", the whole, "Aaw, had to work!  Hate that I had to miss it!" thing wasn't a possibility.
  It was a perfectly plesant little party (Complete with family gossip!  We are not a particularly talented bunch but if spreading nasty little tidbits about recently ex'd family members becomes a marketable skill, every last one of us will be millionaires!), but looking at pink frilly everything while wearing damp clothes can only be so fun for a 32 year old who's nearly 6 years into TTC Land. 
  Did I make a drink the moment I got home?
  Damn skippy I did!  And discovered a great new concoction, Strawberry DrPepper!****
  Stabby feeling fades...
  And then...? you ask.
  My husband walks in. "We're going to my super asshat buddy's house and this is gonna take a lot longer than I'm gonna tell you.  Come on!"
  Stabby.  Very stabby! 

Current peeve: Asshat's who reproduce with other asshats then have contests to see who's gonna screw this kid up the worst.  For the record, super asshat is winning.
Current bliss: Peace & quiet.



*Trademark: Jen Lancaster... Well, probably not, but she totally should. And asshat.  For God's sake, stop allowing those School of Night nitwits free run with such a quality word.  They were throwing it around like they'd invented it in that last book.**
**Not that I'd know.  I got half way thru the first one and passed 'em along to my mom & sister.  And for some reason she's kept reading them.  She no longer gets to give me shit about... well anything!  Any mindless goo I may read cannot compare.
***ttc- trying to concieve.
****One fortouitious night while carhopping at Sonic I tried a Strawberry DrPepper.  My life was forever changed.  DrPepper & Strawberry Pucker is just as wonderful but with alcohol!

Have I told you lately?

Insomnia sucks ass! 

In roughly six hours my alarm will sound.  Less really.  And here I am, two in the morning, watching Phineas and Ferb.  Seems like the rational, adult thing to be doing. 

Today was great, though!  Got to go play beauty shop with my bestie since high school.  I trimmed her hair, she gave me a much needed cut and some eyebrow care.  Facebook is a wonderful source of gossip (who's planning on naming their kid what terrible thing, how that one red headed, freckle faced guy thinks that mixed baby his wife had is really his...)!  And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, she tells me about getting invited backstage at the Gary Allan concert I skipped out on 'cause I didn't feel like braving the heat.  Her wedding ring was spotted and the invite rescended, and good girl she is, she didn't slide her rings in her pocket and remove the offending gold bits.  I'm really afraid that may have been my gut reaction... All bets are off when it comes to Gary Allan... so sorry, dear husband!  I'm completely willing to issue him a free pass with the celebrity of his choice.  Or truck stop lot lizard.  Don't care, so long as I still get an hour or so alone with Gary Allan. 

Then I head to another friend's house, smoke out and take some great video of their nine month old discovering corn on the cob (really must fight desire to stick her in my pocket and run!  Doll!).  Much more gossip (including a juicy morsel about Kenny Chesney, I KNEW IT!  Ted Casablanca has never steered me wrong!).

Ok, must try sleeping now.  Right after this episode of Hannah Montana goes off.  It is AMAZING what qualifies as must see tv at nearly three a.m.

Current peeve: that 8:00 Dr Pepper.  I should know better.  This is where that always leads.
Current bliss: puppy curled up against my leg.  She's beyond ready for bed!

And away we go...

Getting to know Joelle

Name: Joelle Wright (thus the title, JoelleWrites... clever, huh? No? Can't please everyone!)
Age: 32 (yes, I do have a birthday looming, but I figure if I die on September 12 my obit will still read aged 32.  Must hang on to the smallest possible number untill the last moment!)
Marital status: 5 years in!
Other noteworthy mentions: TTC for 5 1/2 years.  Mommy to 2 dogs, 3 cats, and a guinea pig.  Avid reader, wannabe writer. 
Why blog?  I need a space to both vent and flex the writing muscles.  My real reality is much too much for most of my facebook friends, and now that Mom is online... Let's just say she doesn't need to know EVERYTHING!  So I've adopted a new identity and taken it to a new forum.  If I aquire readers, wonderful! That will make this so much more fun.  If no one reads, that's ok too!  Either way, this is my little space!

Current peeve: Heat!  Sweltering hot!  My pores have turned into sprinklers!  Come on October!
Current bliss: Off day!  Doing a little shopping and headed home to soak up a/c!