There are some words you just don't hear people use on a regular basis these days.
Yesterday I was at the supermarket with Madeline and kept passing a mother with her 3 young children throughout the store. The mom was of the conservative/religious breed---long flowery print dress and fabric on her head….somewhat amish/mormonesque or something. At one point I was waiting for her to move her cart in the spice section when I saw a man who appeared to be trying to sneak up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and of course she was startled and the children and man laughed and the woman responded with, “You are such a rascal!”
Huh. Rascal. I don’t know if I’ve ever said that word. But it made me want to create some kind of situation in which I could call Justin a rascal. I know he’d stop whatever he was doing to ask me what the hell I was doing, call him a rascal. He’s probably react less if I called him a silly goose or even a crazy bastard.
Anyway, are there words that ya’ll can think of that aren’t used in everyday situations like the aforementioned?
Goofy is one I’ve been attempting to resurrect the last few months. It just sounds fun. My cousin said he is in a “shit” phase lately and laughed hard when I responded to a ridiculous family story with, “…oh, for shit’s sake!”
On a completely unrelated note, husband and I biked 24 miles on Saturday with Madeline hooked in the trailer behind my bike. My behind is still a tad sensitive if I sit a certain way at the dinner table, but otherwise it was wonderful. Our plan wasn’t to bike that far, but we did want to bike into the State Park to check out the campground for possible use this weekend when my parents and sisters visit. It was a bit further around the lake and off the trail than we had guessed and when we finally made it back home, Justin said he felt like he had been raped by a prison gang. Youch!

Over the course of the last week I have tried to publish about 4 different posts and each time it cycles and cycles and then comes back with an error and I lose everything except the first few sentences of what I had written. It's not that I had anything so exciting or interesting to say, but it makes me feel like doing murder when that happens!

So, here I am, trying it AGAIN while Madeline watches Sesame Street and I sort through pictures from my cousin's wedding. It was a pleasant trip to Minneapolis and I had a few too many cocktails and look like shit in pretty much all of the photos. Stacey+drinking=dancing=sweating=ugly.

However, I have attached a photo of brother sharing a piece of ham with his fiance'. Pretty friggen romantic?

Husband's job is talking about sending us to Kansas in late October. I don't think I'd mind skipping a Minnesota winter this year. I mostly want to NOT feel like my brain and body are turning to mush by being a stay at home mom. Madeline and I were out for a walk this morning and I found myself conversing with her about doggies and bunnies and other lame shit in the neighborhood. I think the people who say being a stay at home mom is so fulfilling are big liars. Maybe I'm not creative enough? Maybe my expectations are too high? Maybe my life prior to having a child was pretty challenging and satisfying and making such an extreme shift is like culture shock?

I am disappointed in myself for learning character names on Sesame Street and that I can recognize a boy named Caliou and an animal/boy named Arthur and that I count and recite numbers and letters in any given everyday situation. What happens when Madeline gets older and goes to school? I'll be left a retarded old lady with nothing but my morning public television line up!