It's a sad day when I'm excited to find gas for $1.60. Apparently I got there before they changed the prices because it was close to 2 bucks this morning. I live in Ohio people, not California or NYC. Our prices aren't supposed to go that high in Ohio. How depressing.
32 years I've spent as a single woman and all of a sudden I don't know what to do with myself when my husband's gone. How pathetic is that?

What's On the back seat of your car Right Now?
Car seat (sometimes occupied by Bubba), diapers, books, daily day care reports, fast food containers, toys, "I drew this for you mommy" pieces of art, day planner and I think I saw a herd of elephants, but I'm not sure.

18.75 %

My weblog owns 18.75 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?

We are once again in the news. They have a suspect in the 270 highway shootings. Do we blame the idiot who's going around and taking shots at cars, or the society that puts a psycho on the streets because he doesn't have the insurance to pay to be institutionalized? How much is the public's safety worth? I drive I-270 every day and ponder that issue.

I'm still here. I'm still pregnant. 6 months and no longer able to sleep on my stomach. Blame husband for that. He shall pay....

Typical conversation between me and my soon to be 2 year old son, affectionately called Bubba:

Bubba: Mom
Ebonyblue: Yes?
Bubba: Light-light (nouns are repeated twice, "milk, milk" or "sock, sock")
EB: Yes, that's a light
Bubba: Mom
EB: Yes, Bubba
Bubba: Light-light
EB: Yep, it's a light
Bubba: Mom. Mom. (I'm trying to ignore him, he knows this) MOMMY!!!!
EB: What, Bubba?
Bubba: Light-light
EB: Yes, it's a light
Bubba: Mom
EB: What, Bubba?
Bubba: Light-light
EB: Yes, it's a light! What do you want me to do about it?
Bubba: Light-light
EB: Whatever kid.