a gallagher tale
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Early morning hours for a night owl
I have limited time. Let me tell you how limited my time is.
Free time to myself: 10:30 pm until I keel over from exhaustion.
8:00 am-10:30 pm: Chase Zane around.
Really.
Thus, it is 12:47 am and I am updating my diary blogger thingimajig.
We have been in and around. Most every free day is spent on the jet ski. The new bronze skin tone looks nice. However, I don't take as many pictures because I don't want my camera or my phone to get wet. However, I went and got a new contract with Verizon Wireless (my credit surprised me by being good) and I got a family plan for my mom & I and now we have unlimited picture & video messaging. I am taking full advantage. It's great fun; I saw Cassey, Kiera, and Max for the first time in months.
Actually, we are flying home for Zane's birthday! That's like, in two weeks!
Shane has to go to work tomorrow. That bums me out. I don't think I'll go to work tomorrow, but I probably will, just to see him. I don't get how he can annoy me so much when I'm with him all day, and then I can't stand to be away from him for five seconds. I must have some sort of masochistic dependent personality.
The thing about going to work is... as soon as you walk in, you get swarmed by people wanting help. And the crazy part is, if you never walked in, they would never need help! I swear, just the presence of someone who can help makes people need help. And on top of all that, at least half the people in that office are only there to socialize. I know it can be a disorder, but I have no desire to socialize. And I hate all the politics and the dirty gossip anyway. Offices are sort of vile places. I realize it makes it sort of worse that most of the people in the office are working commission. That brings out the ugly. It's too bad, though.
Anyway, on to more lovely things.
During a certain pursuit I will tell you about tomorrow, I was noticing something and questioning something at the same time. Is it just me or do I have the absolute most beautiful child in the history of the world? I know everyone says that, but I secretly suspect some people just know it's not true. I, on the other hand, know no such thing. I suspect this is because it, in fact, is true. Zane is the most beautiful child in the history of the world. I mean, really. It almost makes me afraid to have another child, for fear it will be a girl. Imagine the consequences.
We're coming right up on the deadline for number two, aren't we?
Zane is so funny. Grandpa put sand in a sandbox for him, and Sandy bought him sand toys. He digs in with a shovel, "sneaks" up (tippy toes) to someone, without making eye contact, and hurls the sand at their legs! He just thinks he is the sneakiest trickiest little guy ever, and he can't resist cackling like a fool.
He also likes to raise his eyebrows. It's so cute.
His ugly face is back, only it's not ugly at all anymore! It's adorable! And his fangs!
Gotta stay limber.
More ugly face that isn't ugly!
And he's out.
1:20 a.m. - Monday, Jul. 09, 2007
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