It's been eons, I know. The semester is over. I believe I did fairly well, but I shall see soon- in the blink of an eye in all probability. Isn't it amazing and yet insane at how quickly this year has gone by? And so much has happened- too much. But that recap is for another time. My grandmother is coming to visit next year, late in the spring, with my Aunt and little cousin and the Aunt's annoying whatever-the-hell-he-is. I suppose he could be called boyfriend, for lack of a better term. It'll be so great to have my grandmother here. I miss her more than anyone. Happy thoughts to dwell upon. I'm very tired. Adieu.

Today, after church, I went to visit the newest little baby and his very tired Mama. He is absolutely beautiful! He has Trisha's nose, eyes, and ears, and Paul's mouth. Such a sweet, sweet baby. I already posted about how much he weighed- 9lbs, 3oz.- but he was nearly 22 inches long! He has these long, little feet and these adorable long, little legs! And he smells so good! Perfect little baby good. He is something special. Plus, I discovered that when he fusses, he likes to be hummed to and rocked at the same time. It doesn't have to be anything special, just hum and tune. It worked for me, at least.

I got to break in my new camera phone, too with a neat picture of a tree covered in snow and big Christmas ornaments, and, of course baby Cortland, Mom, and Dad. Just a few. I have also made him my wallpaper on my phone!

And Trisha, I must say, has a pretty kick-ass view from her room. It's very Dickensian, particularly with the snow.

It's so weird, though, to see my best friend with her new baby. She's a parent now and that is just so- heavy! A new era has most definitely begun- Baby Cortland's Era. I can't wait to see what his little Sagitarian personality brings us all. Damn, he is just so stinking cute!

So, for those of you interested, Trisha gave birth to a bouncing baby boy today! Cortland came into the world weighing a hefty 9 LBS! (gasp!) and 3 oz! He was delivered by C- section today, much to his mother's chagrin, but he's healthy and both and he and Mama are doing fine! I'm going to see them tomorrow so I'll give more details as they come in! I'm so freaking excited! I can't wait to see him! (And Trisha, of course!)

Okay, after two weeks of debate with myself I finally took the plunge, said "What the hell?", held my breath and dyed my hair brown! It's not like radically dark brown, but it's different enough. Don't know if I like it yet. We'll give it 'til Sunday. If I don't like it- or don't love it- I'm going back to blonde! That's all. If I don't post again before then, everyone, have a great THANKSGIVING! Damn those bastards for playing Christmas music early! Sorry. I'm still peeved with that. Outie!

I woke up to a distressing sound- Christmas songs being played on the radio. Normally, this time honoured tradition does not begin until the day AFTER Thanksgving- not the freaking week before! I know it snowed but WHAT THE HELL! It is wrong on so many levels! Why is poor old Thanksgiving passed over? It's a valid holiday! But every year, Christmas- and I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday- but thanks to those evil, greedy, commercial bastards Christmas starts in the middle of September, gains momentum after Halloween, and hits it's full stride Before Thanksgiving. I am so annoyed! ARGH! I'm not ready for Christmas Cheer! I won't be ready until next Friday! ARGH!!

I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning. It was that perfect, blanketing heavy snow that covers all of the sins of landscaping. The branches on all of the trees look like they're draped in icing, the snow laying just so magnificently on them. And my dog found her reason for being this morning. To see the expression on her face when I took her outside this morning. She was just so happy and frolicked in the snow with so much enthusiasm she made me want to call in this morning and just play with her. But that was not to be. In Colden, surprisingly, the roads weren't that bad. And as I drove throught Westfield, the scene looked something Rockwellian- the trees, the hills, the houses, the creek, the bridges- it was all so serene and beautiful- and then I got to Orchard Park where it is apparently against their collective religion or something to plow the damn roads! It normally takes me 25 minutes to get to work. It took me a FREAKING HOUR! I eschewed the 219 in deference to my safety and wound up taking route 240 the whole way to work, driving 25 MPH. I managed to listen to an entire CD plus two songs. Oh well, I was half an hour late for work and I don't own a cellphone yet, so people were worried. But I made it, patience somehow intact. Craziness. Hello, Winter!

There are times when I distinctly feel like I'm going crazy. And it's not just school and work and boys and feelings that don't make sense and friends and babies and money and debt and lack of sleep and kittens and mammoth puppies and church and family- it's not one of those things- it's not even a few of those things- it's ALL of those things coupled with the thoughts that dominate my day. It's not even that unusual as I've always been this way, at least since puperty hit. Prior to that I was just a cute, quirky little girl with a pretty dominant personality who wasn't remotely shy- which I actually am now, believe it or not. Perhaps shy is not the correct word- insecure, most definitely- reserved, well, maybe not reserved although that is a perception people have until they get to know me and then I start doing cartwheels and skipping for no other reason than I feel like it. That doesn't seem particularly reserved to me. I guess really it's just insecurity, which I know I've stated before but it's true. I've been working on that. It's really hard to get past it. I'll be doing so well for so long and then BAM! I'm crying in the shower in the throws of an insecure pity-party the likes of which NO ONE will ever see me undergo. (Hence, the crying in the shower when I'm the only one at home.)

Am I better person for admitting these things? I don't know. But it's true. Here's something else, when I'm upset and caught off guard, my defence mechanism is to just go ice cold. I won't look at you, I won't talk to you, my eyes ice over (which I must admit they do beautifully), and just a very frosty reserve becomes a wall that I throw up between myself and the other person. It's my defence so that how hurt and upset I am can't really be seen. It's funny, Ice Queen was my persona in high school. Now, I see people that I went to school with and they can't believe that I'm the same person! It wasn't easy to let that go, to be me and be okay with being me. And I am. And that's important.

I learned a very important lesson this weekend, one that at the age of 27, you would have thought I would have learned a long time ago- never, EVER leave your house without at least looking pretty damn cute (aka- make-up on and hair done!) because that is inevitably when you see precisely whom you do not wish to! Young ones, learn from my mistakes!

Today has been such a lovely day, a nice recovery from the previous evening, if I do say so myself. Today, I wrote letters, actual letters involving pen and paper and stamps and everything! When was the last time you actually wrote a real live letter to anyone? I urge everyone to do so. They're just lovely. I bought some cards last night at the Albright. One for my uncle/ godfather who recently turned 50. I didn't forget to send him card or call. Things- namely life- got in the way. I also sent one to my little cousins- Matthew and Ellie. Matthew is 9 and Ellie- my beautiful, beloved goddaughter- is going to be 7. They live in England and I like to let them know that they're much older cousin misses them very much. I also sent a Thank you card to their parents, which is severly overdue as I went to England back in May and I'm just getting to it now. What can I say, I suck at Thank you Cards. And I wrote to my grandmother who I definitely need to write to more. I miss her more than anyone. It makes me smile to think how pleased my Nana and Matt and Ellie will be when they get their letters.

Today, I also went shopping with my mother. It's such a lovely day! Getting cooler now the sun is setting and the moon is already in the sky. It smells amazing out here, like autumn and burning leaves and sun- warmed ground. It makes me sad to think that soon it will be cold all of the time and that smell will have to wait a whole 'nother year. All of the leaves are off the trees and that makes me sad. But some of the apples are still hanging on. They remind of "the Wizard of Oz" when the apple tree slaps Dorothy's hand when she picked one off. That thought makes me smile

And lastly, I cut my hair. It's very fifties-esque. I had this cut eons ago and I liked it so I figured, "What the hell! Why not? It's only hair!" I keep debating whether or not I should dye it. We shall see, we shall see... I hope your day was as lovely as mine.

Ciao!

Little boy, little boy,
Runaway and hide
from the "scary" person
chasing you
through the here and now.

Little boy, little boy
Runaway and hide
from the person who adores you
Although she confesses,
She knows not why.

Little boy, little boy
Runaway and hide
Just go and runaway,
it's what you do best.
Run, run from the light of day.