Diarrhea of the Fingers
OK I think I just grossed J. out.
You know the saying "diarrhea of the mouth?" Used to describe people who talk to much, constantly, incessantly, chatter, etc?
Well, we were just discussing The X's blog and how she's a beautiful writer. And how we're both intimidated by that because we wish we were so eloquent.
And so I said "I wish I could write like that, however I have diarrhea of the fingers."
J. actually muted the TV (Stargate is on...) and looked at me and said "what!?"
Same concept. Sometimes I feel as if I'm an eloquent writer. However... Most of the time I'm not. I ramble, I can't keep my mind clear, I don't have much focus, and I suppose I leave my readers (do I have any?) in a whirlwind wondering what the hell I'm talking about and how did I come to that conclusion when just a moment ago I was talking about the weather... And yet now I'm discussing nuclear physics (OK not really, but you catch my drift).
And that last paragraph was a great example: diarrhea of the fingers.
In other news I did not get the job I applied for (A/P for a large property management firm), but have a potential temp assignment starting next week. Incidentally the last place said I would make an excellent Property Manager, so perhaps they'll call me in to interview if one opens up. But - I'm not holding my breath. I'll temp for now and apply for Basic Health thru the State for now.
E. is almost sitting up on her own. She's so stinkin' cute. She remembered that she has a tongue (she learned how to play with it a couple of weeks ago but forgot about it), so now that's her favorite toy. She's currently asleep in her swing like a little cherub with rosy cheeks. J.'s watching Stargate (as I mentioned) and I am becoming intimately acquainted with my laptop as is the norm. Ah, the Friday Night Life of new parents.
Remember the days when we used to be able to go out for dinner, have a drink (or four) and then stumble home and wake up in the morning wondering why our breath stank so bad? Yeah, those days are over. And quite honestly, I don't miss them at all. Just one look at E. and all of the sacrifices (and I'm not talking about going out, I'm talking about the bigger pictures) are a drop in the bucket compared to doing right by her.
::sigh::
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is Diarrhea of the Fingers.
You know the saying "diarrhea of the mouth?" Used to describe people who talk to much, constantly, incessantly, chatter, etc?
Well, we were just discussing The X's blog and how she's a beautiful writer. And how we're both intimidated by that because we wish we were so eloquent.
And so I said "I wish I could write like that, however I have diarrhea of the fingers."
J. actually muted the TV (Stargate is on...) and looked at me and said "what!?"
Same concept. Sometimes I feel as if I'm an eloquent writer. However... Most of the time I'm not. I ramble, I can't keep my mind clear, I don't have much focus, and I suppose I leave my readers (do I have any?) in a whirlwind wondering what the hell I'm talking about and how did I come to that conclusion when just a moment ago I was talking about the weather... And yet now I'm discussing nuclear physics (OK not really, but you catch my drift).
And that last paragraph was a great example: diarrhea of the fingers.
In other news I did not get the job I applied for (A/P for a large property management firm), but have a potential temp assignment starting next week. Incidentally the last place said I would make an excellent Property Manager, so perhaps they'll call me in to interview if one opens up. But - I'm not holding my breath. I'll temp for now and apply for Basic Health thru the State for now.
E. is almost sitting up on her own. She's so stinkin' cute. She remembered that she has a tongue (she learned how to play with it a couple of weeks ago but forgot about it), so now that's her favorite toy. She's currently asleep in her swing like a little cherub with rosy cheeks. J.'s watching Stargate (as I mentioned) and I am becoming intimately acquainted with my laptop as is the norm. Ah, the Friday Night Life of new parents.
Remember the days when we used to be able to go out for dinner, have a drink (or four) and then stumble home and wake up in the morning wondering why our breath stank so bad? Yeah, those days are over. And quite honestly, I don't miss them at all. Just one look at E. and all of the sacrifices (and I'm not talking about going out, I'm talking about the bigger pictures) are a drop in the bucket compared to doing right by her.
::sigh::
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is Diarrhea of the Fingers.
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