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Addict in training. (I like to start them young)

June 19, 2009 By loralee 10 Comments

*Edit: Added Post Scripts (I know) about who is going to follow who and blah blah blah.

Hi, Bloggity People!

This is Baby Looney Tunes. Not only is this my very first blog post, but I also did my very first tweet today!

I liked it so much my mom agreed to sign me up for an account!

She thought the idea would help her out, too.

I heard her telling my dad that this way she could let ME talk about most of the baby stuff going on in her life because she was writing and tweeting about me all the time. And that as ADORABLE as I am (and I totally am) not everyone is as in love with me as she is and wants to listen to tweets about me barfing in her hair. (Whatever. I am totally rad. Everyone loves me. Baby barf in hair is just an added plus. It adds protein and fragrance. Dig it.).

This way, those that can listen to baby talk go on and on and on CAN FOLLOW ME .

All the baby info and yammering she wants to do can be done without her having to create a whole separate blog just for me (even though “The Snoring Baby Burrito” would be a groovy blog name) and she can go back to mainly tweeting about her ta-ta’s and other grown up stuff for those who are not baby insane. (Um? What are ta-ta’s? Anyone? Anyone? Fry??? Fry??? Bueller????)

Isn’t my mama smart?

I’m really glad she came up with this. The way that she’s been talking to me like an idiot for the last 4 weeks I was beginning to be very afraid that she had some major brain damage going on.

So? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

FOLLOW ME, yo!

Kisses and barf buckets,

Baby Looney Tunes
(aka-”The snoring baby burrito”)

P.S. I feel bad for my mom. She gets overwhelmed trying to keep up on Twitter because she likes to talk to people and when she tries to follow too many people it makes her eyes start bleeding (or something.) Since I am totally cool and since my mom has been thinking about following everybody who followers her, she’s going to follow everyone I do and see if it makes her small attention span brain explode or if she can pull it off.

P.P.S. And I follow EVERYONE. Except for Porn Spammers. My mom says I’m too young.

P.P.S. Sadly, I think I got my mama’s Post Script gene. Luckily, I also inherited my father’s Vulcan-like control and logic. This way it doesn’t get out of hand to the ridiculous level. WHEW!

Filed Under: Adventures, Bitching, Every Day, Friends, Kids, Serious Things 10 Comments

Memo

June 12, 2009 By loralee 32 Comments

Yes, the weird as hell alien baby widget ticker thingy that was counting down my due date has been removed from my sidebar.

About damn time, huh?

The emails and commentary about that thing during the last 9-months has been amusing as hell.

Just so you know. :)

P.S. I also added Aaron to “The Cast” page if you want to investigate and (hopefully) chuckle.

P.P.S. And I’m sticking to ONE post script this time! Can you believe it?!

P.P.P.S. Wait…I just ruined it, didn’t I?

P.P.P.P.P.S. GREAT.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND I JUST did a million post scripts in the post I put up, like, YESTERDAY. So, I am now being totally redundant.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. What if that means that I’ve gone stale and can’t think up new material to write about? What THEN?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Does that mean my blog is doomed to be one of “those” blogs? The kind that get so old and tired only the few faithful stick around until vultures start circling the damn thing just waiting for it to die and be abandoned? You know, the ones that lose their URL and become a site advertising online black jack and porn?

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. AND now I have to be all worried and concerned that weird pervs with gambling issues are going to be coming around from Googling keywords like “where can I play blackjack online and watch porn at the same time?”

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And what if, say, one of those pervs is like, the 1% out there that are REALLY pervy and do totally grody things like scrape my photos and photoshop obscene things on them and resale them on the black market in south east Asia???

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. And what if it doesn’t just stop there, hmmm??? I mean, what if I and my stolen, modified, black market porn photos make me an underground celebrity with the pervs in South East Asia and someone tracks me down, kidnaps me and I’m sold into white slavery somewhere????? WHAT THEN, I ASK YOU?!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Great, just GREAT! All I wanted to do is take down some out of date ticker on my blog and now I’m a victim of human trafficking that will end up with some horrible STD like swine flu of the labia.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Which would SUCK.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I really, really, REALLY need to start getting more than 2 hours of sleep a night. And possibly some professional help as well.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Still, if I DO end up as a white sex slave in some god-awful place OR with swine flu of the labia, I am TOTALLY blaming you bastard people who bitched about the weird as hell alien baby widget ticker thingy in my sidebar in the first place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S (Just so you know.)

Filed Under: Bitching, Every Day, Friends, Kids 32 Comments

Missing Persons.

June 7, 2009 By loralee 50 Comments

I don’t think that there is a human alive that doesn’t miss someone.

Most people have had someone they love pass away and even if they have been lucky enough to be sheltered thus far by death, you can miss people who have moved, or people that you used to be close to but are not any longer, love that has been broken and relationships that have altered or ended. Everyone has experience where the tense changes with those people and relationships. Where it goes from, “I know them well” to “I knew them well”, “I love them” to “I loved them”.

I think that is just a fact of life. Often you never stop missing them, you just get more used to it.

I also think that those who have died miss the family and loved ones that are still on the earth. I imagine that while they want them to have full, happy lives, they are as eager to be reunited with loved ones as those they left behind are.

I have to believe that because I know that I would want that. No sense of higher understanding and a heaven of perfect happiness could change it. I cannot BE perfectly happy without the people I love most and if I were to die today I would yearn for those I love and be anxious until we were all together again.

My Little Bug would have been six-years-old today.

He has had six birthdays and he never got to celebrate even one of them with us.

Every year on Matthew’s birthday my family chooses not to visit the cemetery where he is buried. We just went for Memorial Day and his birthday is a day that we all want to celebrate the joy that was our little redheaded boy. So instead, we go out and do something fun as a family.

This year we went out to lunch and then went to a matinee of Up, the new Pixar movie about an elderly widower who goes on an adventure after his wife of many years passes away. It is a wonderful, bittersweet movie that I highly recommend to everyone.

This birthday of Matthew’s is a lot like Memorial Day for me. I am so much more emotional, but the pain isn’t as acute as other years. I know this is because of the arrival of our Little Sweetpea, Aaron. He has brought so much healing to my little family and those who love and miss Matthew.

On the car ride home we discussed the movie with the boys and James remarked that there was a lot of sadness in the film. I told him that was the entire point of the movie; that even though you lose someone and it causes you pain and grief, you can still go on to find joy and happiness in life even though you are sad and miss the person that is gone.

Everyone was silent for a moment and then Christopher piped up, ‘I think that was the perfect movie to see for Matthew’s birthday. We all miss him but are so happy with our new little brother.”

I choked up and replied that it really WAS a prefect movie to go to today and saw tears gathering in my husbands eyes as he drove.

I thought about how joyous and happy our time has been since having a new little baby.

How full of happiness my heart is.

And even though I am so very, very happy?

I miss my son.

I miss my Matthew.

I will never stop missing him, I just think that I will continue to get used to it until everyone I love is all together again. Because even though we are so much happier? We are not a complete family without our redheaded little one.

Happy Birthday, Little Bug.