It's no secret I've been struggling w/ Blogger lately. No.Love.Lost.
This isn't overly formal, but I'm flirting with a Wordpress Blog .... and for the time being, will be making my posts over there. I have things to say, but really am hating Blogger and don't want to fight with how obnoxious it's being.
To see my latest musings, please CLICK HERE to see my Wordpress blog.
This isn't totally how I want it to be right yet, but it's a start. I'll have to do some tweaking, some HTML editing and playing around a bit more. Oh, and it doesn't seem to want to import my 'old' posts from THIS blog ... so I have to figure that out. But in the meantime, I'll be chillin' over there. Cool?
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Getting to know the little boy ...
As we've been preparing for baby, it's involved sifting through lots of items we've just tossed into closets and forgotten about.
Yesterday, I was going through some of the last items in our built-ins. I was pulling out all of Erik's baseball cards.
Now, my father likes to pull old things out and throw them away. Erik isn't an extreme hoarder or anything, and I can't bear to toss out his baseball cards. That's his option.
It was a little sweet, looking at some of the items as I pulled them out. There was an old Chiefs poster from who knows when. You could mark the wins/losses. About half of the season was marked. The rest ... maybe the Chiefs went on a losing bender and Erik lost interest? Or didn't want the visual reminder?
Anyhow, it seems sort of ... cute.
I never knew Erik as a boy or even as a young man. His major formative years were behind him by the time our paths crossed. Yet, in seeing some of these items, I feel that I get a glimpse of the boy he must have been. At least, it explains his undying affection for teams that break his heart year after year.
At the same time, as I gaze on pieces of his past, I can't help but look to our future. Knowing I'll get to see some of the boy he was in our own baby. Boy or girl? We don't know; it doesn't really matter. I'm sure I'll see some of his childhood come out in our own child.
Side note: Nope, no photos to share with this blog post either ... the new Blogger is so awful, especially w/ photos ... so you'll have to deal w/ this for now. I am working on some changes, and once things are as I would like them, I'll post it here. Sound good?
Yesterday, I was going through some of the last items in our built-ins. I was pulling out all of Erik's baseball cards.
Now, my father likes to pull old things out and throw them away. Erik isn't an extreme hoarder or anything, and I can't bear to toss out his baseball cards. That's his option.
It was a little sweet, looking at some of the items as I pulled them out. There was an old Chiefs poster from who knows when. You could mark the wins/losses. About half of the season was marked. The rest ... maybe the Chiefs went on a losing bender and Erik lost interest? Or didn't want the visual reminder?
Anyhow, it seems sort of ... cute.
I never knew Erik as a boy or even as a young man. His major formative years were behind him by the time our paths crossed. Yet, in seeing some of these items, I feel that I get a glimpse of the boy he must have been. At least, it explains his undying affection for teams that break his heart year after year.
At the same time, as I gaze on pieces of his past, I can't help but look to our future. Knowing I'll get to see some of the boy he was in our own baby. Boy or girl? We don't know; it doesn't really matter. I'm sure I'll see some of his childhood come out in our own child.
Side note: Nope, no photos to share with this blog post either ... the new Blogger is so awful, especially w/ photos ... so you'll have to deal w/ this for now. I am working on some changes, and once things are as I would like them, I'll post it here. Sound good?
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