RUBBIN' MY RABBIT'S FOOT

Well, if it's lucky anyway. Tonight the !@#$$%^ Yankees need to lose. Damn Yankees. Hopefully they'll choke like they did last night. And hopefully I'll be able to stay awake and interested in the entire game. Because that rarely happens. Mostly the awake part.

Mood: Headache. I wanna go home
Listening to: The sound of silence. It's nice.

Someone Tell Rob To Get His Sweet Batootie Home.

On Sunday I opened up the paper to realize that I was once close to someone listed in the obituaries. I've never experienced something like that, and even though we had lost touch over the past 5 years or so, it still struck me in the gut. I've been sorta reminiscing ever since. He was friends with the guys Rachael and I hung out with in college and we sorta dated. If you can call it that - he lived in Whapeton and I'd only see him when he came to visit "the guys."

Sometimes I wonder if he even knew that the people he had lost touch with would be thinking about him today. Sorta makes me wonder who might be thinking about me.

6 days until the big 'son' or 'daughter' moment. I'm getting so excited - and I've also been thinking about what my reaction might be. I reckon there will be some sort of display of water works. Hopefully not a HA HA I TOLD YOU SO! Because that would be silly. But I guess it could happen. I'm down to 3 pairs of pants that fit and the word 'fit' doesn't exactly mean comfortably. I'm gonna have to get another pair of those darn maternity pants I think.

I have cured the common boring apple. All it takes is a sliced apple, a dab of caramel and a dab of Cool Whip. Oh my god it's like heaven.

Rob is still working. He's been doing alot of stuff with the New Town bridge. And he's been staying with Mom & Craig every once in awhile overnight. Cuuuuute.

Anyway, I should get back to work. Bleh.

GO BOSTON!