Today I am grateful for Facebook because in about a minute and a half I was able to find out that my family in Missouri is ok so far despite the floods and storms that have been devastating the area.
My dad was born in Poplar Bluff, Missouri (I'm sure you've heard that name on the news lately) and there are various cousins and great aunts and uncles who still live in Missouri. I'm not close to any of them and didn't grow up with any of them, but I am Facebook friends with some of them. This morning I wrote on the wall of a cousin (second cousin, thrice removed or something like that. Jason insists I be specific and HATES when I call everyone my "cousin". Whatever.) to ask about them. She quickly responded that everyone is ok.
Actually, what she said is "We are quite efficient in saving our own a**es." Love it.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Babies?
No, I'm not pregnant. Just getting that out of the way.
Jason noticed the other day that I haven't posted anything on this blog since we were in St. John. I blame the 3-month depression I've been in since we got home from St. John. Seriously, it's my favorite place in the world right now.
I have been posting fairly regularly over at my other blog because I've been focusing more on wellness than, say, knitting. Maybe I shouldn't have bifurcated my blogging, but I figure if you're interested in reading about me swimming laps or weight lifting and how I abhor the carbs, rather than about knitting and vacation recaps, you can go over there.
So Jason and I have been discussing starting a family (which we've been discussing for awhile) and the pros and cons. Both of us have always wanted kids, and we're to that point where my fertility shelf life may be running out. However, on Saturday night we had dinner with some new friends and they mentioned they went to St. John a few weeks ago. We looked at their pictures and both came home missing it (at least I did. I assume Jason did too.) So one of the pros of not having kids is, we could go to St. John every year.
Every. Year.
Hmm, spit up and poop vs. St. John every year.
Am starting to understand why people don't have kids.
(Don't worry, female relatives who read this and want me to have a baby ASAP. The next day a friend of ours had me hold his baby while he ran around church and she is such a doll that the baby hunger reared its head again. Then Jason said, "Let me hold her" and I swooned at the sight of him with a baby kicking back on his lap.)
Jason noticed the other day that I haven't posted anything on this blog since we were in St. John. I blame the 3-month depression I've been in since we got home from St. John. Seriously, it's my favorite place in the world right now.
I have been posting fairly regularly over at my other blog because I've been focusing more on wellness than, say, knitting. Maybe I shouldn't have bifurcated my blogging, but I figure if you're interested in reading about me swimming laps or weight lifting and how I abhor the carbs, rather than about knitting and vacation recaps, you can go over there.
So Jason and I have been discussing starting a family (which we've been discussing for awhile) and the pros and cons. Both of us have always wanted kids, and we're to that point where my fertility shelf life may be running out. However, on Saturday night we had dinner with some new friends and they mentioned they went to St. John a few weeks ago. We looked at their pictures and both came home missing it (at least I did. I assume Jason did too.) So one of the pros of not having kids is, we could go to St. John every year.
Every. Year.
Hmm, spit up and poop vs. St. John every year.
Am starting to understand why people don't have kids.
(Don't worry, female relatives who read this and want me to have a baby ASAP. The next day a friend of ours had me hold his baby while he ran around church and she is such a doll that the baby hunger reared its head again. Then Jason said, "Let me hold her" and I swooned at the sight of him with a baby kicking back on his lap.)
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