So I wrote a post for last Friday but never published it, and I have consequently been thinking about things I want to post. The post was about five songs I like that feature the slide guitar, I was getting them all lined up on my playlist, (songs 1-4 on there now) and then I couldn’t find song number five which is Beach Baby by Bon Iver got annoyed and scrapped the whole post.
I have been so busy reflecting on this whole Facebook situation. I know that sounds kind of silly… but all of a sudden I was bombarded with people I haven’t seen in years, people who knew me when I was a very different person. I keep having “Facebook Dreams” as I like to call them, where my dreams are filled with random people from my past. I had a dream the other night that I was taking a bath with Fiona and all my old high school friends kept walking in till I finally screamed for someone to shut the door.
Perhaps my subconscious is worried that I have given up some of my privacy by social networking on facebook. Who knows, from what I have observed so far people just graze through pictures, expose their gaming habits to everyone and try to write funny one liners to get someone to comment on it… kind of like blogging, which we all know I love.
In other news I love Cotija Cheese.
It is like the parmesean cheese of Mexican Food. It is crumbly and doesn’t really melt and you can just shake it on top of stuff like salads, vegetables, enchiladas and what not. Every time I go to the grocery store I like to explore for new things that I haven’t tried before. It makes a daunting task like weekly grocery shopping seem like a treasure hunt.
And in case you sit up at night wondering about my baby like I do, here are her current stats:
24 inches long (95th percentile… that’s one long baby!)
12 lbs 13 ounces (90th percentile)
Oh and one question… do other people’s baby’s cry in their sleep? Fiona whimpers and cries like she is having a horrible dream. It is sweet and sad all at the same time. What could she even have a nightmare about?
Which reminds me this week she got her first Ow-ee. Some other little girl was checking her out on the floor and dropped a rock square on her forehead, Fiona startled and then burst into tears. It was actually pretty cute.
Tammy I completely understand that post you wrote a long time ago about constantly thinking of horrible things that could happen to your baby. I wont even share because they are usually impossible like her being eaten by a bandersnatch and stuff like that.
Ok blah blah blah blah.