I once had a Facebook amigo
Who posted and tweeted a huge flow
One day he ran dry
He looked up at the sky
And yelled “Hey… where did my whole adult life go?!!!”

Heehee… love you, Thom! XOXO

A real man is a woman’s best friend.

He will never let her down.

He will comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do.

He will enable her to express her deepest emotions.

He will enable her to be confident, sexy, seductive and invincible…

No, wait. Sorry. I’m thinking of wine. It’s wine that does all that. Never mind.

I keep getting this sent to me (minus the pictures, which I stole from found on google…) and I love it, so thought I’d share!

Have a great long weekend!

It’s the scariest thing that has ever happened to me, finding out at age 43 that I’m pregnant!!! What am I going to do?????

How many times have I joked with my girlfriends that I’d actually jump off a building if I found out I was pregnant again at my age? How many times has the hubby nodded vigorously at that and said he’d help me over the edge? (Not even remotely funny now!)

What am I going to do? I’m too old to have another baby! We’re so far past that at this stage of our lives that I can’t even imagine raising another child. Having to deal with sleepless nights, diapers, temper tantrums, preschool and play dates?? I don’t have that kind of energy.

The worst thing about this though, is that after Wee One was born – she being the biggest shock of our lives to date – the Hubby went in for a vasectomy… so exactly how am I going to explain this to him??

“Um, Honey… maybe it didn’t work and we’ve been unknowingly playing with a loaded gun for the past 6+ years??” I think he’s smarter than that, even though he’d really want to believe it.

I haven’t told anyone yet. Not even him. I’m still trying to deal with the news myself, but I obviously have to do it before too long.

I remember the first year we were married, and I rigged up a little science experiment in the bathroom for him to find. It was almost 20 years ago, so pregnancy tests were not what they are today, and it looked pretty convincing, even to me. It worked for about 30 seconds, and he came flying out of the bathroom with saucer-shaped eyes. One look at the smirk on my face clued him in to the fact that it was… ahh yes, April 1st. And a joke. Just like this one. (That’s an adult heart ultrasound, in case you were wondering.)

I would seriously jump off that roof. And he would seriously help me.

Finally she sent me this link…

Before you click on that – I suggest you visit the potty. If you’re easily offended, maybe don’t go at all.

Just sayin’. Enjoy :)

Do you have a number or series of numbers that holds significance in your life? For some that might mean “Lucky number 7!” but it seems broader than that, for some reason. More significant.

For ShaMoo, I know her number is 22. It’s a recurring number in her life, and appears in all sorts of odd places. Her birth date, for one, and her music folder number in our big group, for another… and many many other dates and places too (which she’s told me but… I forgot. Sorry ShaMoo) Random? Sure doesn’t seem that way.

For me, it’s a time. 12:34 to be exact. A moment of significance. Not always great significance, mind you! Sometimes it’s 12:34am, and I glance at the bedside clock as I finally sigh away the tension of the day and lay my head on the pillow. Often it’s 12:34pm, and someone who is very meaningful in my life sends me a text, face book message, or email. Sometimes I get a phone call. Or perhaps I get one of those messages that includes something I’ve been waiting for, or news I need to hear. Not always good, but usually not bad. An example of that was an email that J-B send yesterday at 12:34pm, which was confirming a meeting of the minds last night. As it turns out, it was significant, and it was good. It got me thinking about the number again, too. Usually I have a “huh, that’s so weird” moment, and then dismiss it.

I’ve also had occasions where I’ll suddenly think of something I’d forgotten to do, and it’s at exactly 12:34 when it occurs to me. Usually it’s in the nick of time to get it done, too!

So if it is significant, why is it significant?

Is it a programmed or biological alarm clock in my head? Maybe… not sure. Can’t be when I’m receiving these things from extraneous sources though. High level coincidence? I’m sure that plays a part. Is it simply that I notice it because it has happened a few times before, and it only SEEMS significant? Like when you purchase a vehicle you hadn’t really noticed on the road before, and suddenly it seems like they’re everywhere. Probably. I mean, it happens twice a day, right? 12:34, that is. That I see it often at night could simply mean that I’m not getting enough sleep (we already knew that though, didn’t we!).

I’m aware that some will draw religious connotation from that, and that there are biblical references to it, but most of you know where I stand on that, and I’m not going there. In my case that certainly wouldn’t apply anyway!

It’s also a reference to smoking pot, as I’ve come to find out in my research… also something that doesn’t apply to me!

I’m willing to consider it’s a cosmic event though. This is ME we’re talking about here, after all. ;)

Do you have a number that seems to pop up more often than others in your life? What is it, and what sorts of things happen when it appears?

You know what? I like it. I think I’ve also laid claim to it. So maybe I’ll just think of it as my personal number, without over thinking it (well, past this post, anyway).

I’m willing to bet that when you see that time on your clock from now on, you’ll think of me. Go ahead and try not to.

You’re welcome…