gorgonzola tradition

i have many random questions about parenting. what kind of parent i want to be vs. will be and whether or not i will even be a parent. i should write to those ladies who specialize in this who write for that compost-bulletin and end up in the middle of the teen beat. although i am not pregnant, this curiousity comes to mind when i see people my age with kids and with recent findings of my own really old lists of what kind of parent i should be (including ridiculous points, such as, i should let my children buy as much candy as they want from the grocery store checkout line). also, i kind of want to cry whenever i drive through work zone areas on highway 52, just because i always think of those damn sappy radio "commercials" where some innocent, cutely-sounding little girl is begging you not to run over her dad while he is working his highway construction job. my materal instinct was confirmed existent when i took my two adorable, annoying, giggly cousins for a walk around my grandparent's neighborhood sidewalks. we skipped through sprinklers and stood on fire hydrants and played tea party with leaves and twigs and other simple, kiddy things that put things into perspective. it was then that i thought having kids (not the literal physically painful having, but you know) would not be terrible. wow though, having kids would be insane. my nonexistent kids are going to be insane.

after one classically delicious combination of sex & the city + pint of ben & jerry's, i am quite satisfied. yesterday i stayed in bed for about 4 hours after i woke up. it was lovely, to say the least. if it didn't make me feel like such a lazy buttmunch, i'd do it again tomorrow. ooh, i have decided that i am going to take pictures tomorrow. i don't take enough pictures, and i also don't write enough. i don't write enough of my life. yes, my life is fabulous. when i say fabulous, i mean at times like this, when there are people to love, a stimulating world and plain old goodness. i am living in a dreamy land of quirky thrills and lala. sadly, i often discard or forget many great/terrible things that tend to happen over the course of a day because i convince myself they are boring or inane. now is when i wish i was one of those obsessive bloggers who drool over their keyboards while typing out every second of every day. it's not too late i suppose. i'm still young.

"yesterday i ate a huge banana. it was AWESOME." -e