Road Rage Monday!

Dear Lady in front of me on Mill Plain:

You don't need to slow down so early.  You don't need to accelerate so slowly.  You don't need to be going slower than the drivers in the right lane if you are in the left lane.  You DEFINITELY DO need to get over when the person behind you has to resort to honking and flashing their lights at you.  People like you give me a spike in blood pressure.  I am sure it is my own issue and not yours, but still, be courteous and GET THE FRICK OVER!  You don't belong in the left lane.  You had plenty of room to get over but I did not, otherwise I would have passed you a lot earlier than I did.

Go back home to your four cats.

Hate,

Sally

Watch Out, World!

Sally is in total bitch-mode. So while I’m here, I may as well revel in it for awhile. Ready? Here goes!




Eff you, politics. I hate you. I hate the slander and lies, I hate the littering of signs all over the road side and people’s yards, I hate that millions and millions of dollars are spent on campaigning. I hate that our government is so divided and broken. I hate that there are so many people who go only by party lines. I hate how much time is wasted by a politician telling me what their opponent hasn’t done/isn’t doing. I don’t care. Instead, tell me what you are going to do to fix the problems. Tell me more about your plans than your opinion of your opponent. Roseanne Barr for President!!! Man, I seriously love her.



I hate that there are still people out there who spend any iota of time or resources to see that certain rights be reserved only for certain people. Really? There are still people who don’t think that all human beings deserve the same rights? I can’t wait until the judgmental are judged.



Speaking of judgmental – am I the only person in the WORLD who doesn’t think Jessica Biel is good looking? I wouldn’t even consider her cute. Why does no one else see this? (Confidential to Justin Timberlake - you could do SO much better.  Have you met my friend Wendy?  You two would make a good match)



I hate all other drivers on the road. Especially the ones who are texting or talking on the phone while they drive. I can’t believe there are people who still do this even though we hear all the time about the horrible (and SO preventable) accidents this causes.



Speaking of preventable causes of death – really, smokers?



I can’t believe the shelf life that Reality TV has had. I hate reality TV and find it ludicrous that is it even called Reality TV because of all of the people I know none of them have lives that are, IN REALITY, that fucked up. Maybe watching that stuff just makes people feel better about their own lives. But really, there are better ways to go about feeling good about oneself. (That said, I am guilty as charged for watching One Tree Hill and really enjoying it. I know it isn’t reality TV, but shows like that are just as bad).

Aah - I feel better. In the words of Calvin "nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around."

Electric Feel

Man, I can't get enough of this song!  Definitely my song of the day, month, year, whatever (even if it is a few years old).  These guys...this song....yowza!!  The video might not be to your liking, but it's totally dorky/rugged/sexy/awesome and I love it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmZexg8sxyk

By the way, it's "Electric Feel" by MGMT

My iPod is happy it is Friday too!

I think my iPod knows when it is Friday and knows just how glorious of a thing Friday is.  It always plays the best, most chipper music on Fridays and I smile and sing all the way to work.  That's a great way to start preparing for the weekend.

"My Name is Sue. How Do You Do? Now You're Gonna DIE!"

I just made my own day! (With the help of the interweb, I guess)


I have to admit that I had never heard anything about “A Boy Named Sue” until spring of 2000. I was in college and was sitting on a couch in a common area reading a book when a friend of mine (who I also had a teensy crush on) came up and randomly just started reading to me the words to “A Boy Named Sue” off of a piece of paper. When he finished I said “What was that? A Shel Silverstein poem?” and he said “No, it’s Johnny Cash!”
Well, it sounds like it could have been a Shel Silverstein poem.
Guess what I just now found out, more than 12 years later? IT WAS WRITTEN BY SHEL SILVERSTEIN! I KNEW it!

I’ve told that story to a couple of people, and none of them ever said to me “well, it was written by Shel Silverstein.” Everyone just assumes it was Johnny Cash.

I am a huge fan of Mr. Silverstein. I love reading his books to Roman and I’ve read them all so many times myself. When you hear him sing, you can tell that he is a Johnny Cash fan, so I love that they seemed to have a mutual admiration for one another.

I’m so happy right now :)

What the hell kind of music lover am I?

One thing in my life I have always prided myself on is my taste in and appreciation for music.  I can differientate good music versus run-of-the-mill junk from a mile away.  I think it comes off as snobbery to some people, and it's a fine line between ignorance and pretentiousness when I say I don't listen to Top 40 or know who certain A-Listers are.  I'm sorry I didn't know who Justin Bieber was for a long time.  I'm sorry I thought Lady Gaga was just Christina Aguilera going by a different name. 

So anyway, I love music. LOVE it.  I have it on all the time. I love going to concerts and buying records and CDs as opposed to downloading music.  I'd spend hours in a record store if I could.  A big thrill for me is getting these artifacts signed by the musicians at concerts, and since the music I like is generally under the radar, it is pretty easy to meet the bands becuase the venues are small.  I always want to raise awareness to everyone that there is WAY better stuff out there than what you are hearing on the radio.  One thing I really long for is more friends who love music like I do and want to go to concerts and talk about awesome bands.  But I don't think most people care about it as much as I do.

So on to the point.  As much as I love music, I have always been a big hater of the 80s culture and most 80s music.  However, one CRAZY pregnancy craving (not really, but maybe!) I had a week or two ago was to hear "Don't You (Forget About Me)" by Simple Minds - 80s to the core.  I wanted to listen to it so bad I thought I'd burst.  So I went on Pandora and typed in The Clash (why didn't I just type in Simple Minds?  Who knows, but it's good I didn't). 

OH HOLY SHA-MOLY!  Have my ears been up my ass all this time?!?!  I knew The Ramones and the Clash and The Cure and The Pixie were good bands and I've always appreciated them more or less from afar, I just never gave them the time of day to really listen to them because I didn't want to hear 80s music.  Boy have I been missing out all this time!  And I have been listening to it almost non-stop lately, like I am trying to make up for lost time.  I'm kind of embarrassed that I wasn't into this stuff all along.  I feel like the people who "discover" bands years after people like me had already been listening to them (basically, the whole world) (and that's usually about the time I stop listening to those bands, sadly. I don't know why. It's stupid.)

I feel that my loverage of music is now completely legitimized.  It has even renewed my vigor for some of the music that has kind of become dusty in my collection, like Modest Mouse and T-Rex and the Doves.

Dear 80s music, I love you*

 *restrictions apply

Round II

So the time has come for us to start considering our next move in family planning.  For most of my adult life, I was not sold on the idea of having kids.  I was really enjoying life as just Jacob and Sally.  We could go to shows during the week and stay out as late as we wanted and it was no issue (this is probably the one and only thing I miss about pre-baby life).  We could get out of the house quickly and easily and without much fuss.  We could sleep in on weekends!  But then the ripe old age of 29 rolled around and we had a decision to make.  We weren't getting any younger and we needed to  figure out if later on down the road we might feel regret at not raising children.  That same year, our baby boy, Roman, was born.


What an amazing joy he is.  I cannot believe how lucky we are with him.  He is so happy and funny and full of character and is an incredible blessing.  (Almost) everything he does or says puts a smile on my face.  And I stop to think from time to time about how if we had decided to have children any earlier, we'd have someone totally and completely different from Roman.  If I hadn't called Jacob in from gardening that very second on that early spring day for a little romp in the hay, well, again, we'd have someone totally different making joyful noises around our house.  It's almost too much to think about.  And I wouldn't want anyone other than Roman.  That God sure knows what He's doing! Wait for it....wait for it.............perfection!  What a nice thought.

But I'm not really here to talk about Roman.  As I mentioned at the start, we're talking about child number two.

The above excerpt is the first half of a blog I wrote more than a month ago and then saved as a draft until I felt the time was right to send it out into the world wide interweb.  Below is the second half of the same blog.

And I really want to adopt.


Even when I didn't want kids, I always thought adoption was an amazing thing. At that point it was something that, should I ever decide I wanted kids, that's how I would do it.  Obviously, and thankfully, Round One didn't go that route.  But now I am starting to do some research.  Tomorrow, I will go to the library to pick up my reserved copy of Adoption for Dummies, and I will read it, and I will prayerfully consider if adoption really is the next step in increasing the Wright Family.  If it isn't, that is fine too.  I am happy to have my own babies.  I just think about how many children are already out there, waiting to be adopted and welcomed into a family of their own for the rest of their lives!!


Again, if this doesn't work out for us, I will be okay with that.  For now, I am just excited to really start researching the process.  It's always nice to have something to look forward to.

I put a lot of consideration into that blog post and took quite a bit of time to write it.  The very next day, I found out that our family is, in fact, expanding. Three tests confirm that I am pregnant.  Three because I just couldn't possibly believe the first two could be accurate.  I was on birth control.  (Side note, I take back every time I opened my big mouth to say that I thought people who got pregnant while on birth control just weren't using it right. Because believe me, I was using it right).  

I felt such shock the first several weeks that it was hard for me to get excited about it.  It wasn't until last Friday, when I had my first prenatal appointment and they brought in a portable ultrasound machine and I saw the blob that is our baby and its little heart beating that I felt real joy about this turn of events.  It was a big lesson for me about how our timing for ourselves isn't always God's timing for us, and he pretty much wins every time. 

I'm excited for Roman to be a brother :)