Teeth marks, jobs and moldy bread

I'm trying to teach Israel how to kiss. Jeff was taking pictures of us, but notice in this one...he chomped on my nose..left teeth marks too. We laughed, but it really hurt. He's a strong little guy, wouldn't let go of my face. I have a feeling he's going to be a handful as he gets older. He's already stubborn. Its amazing how babies this young already have personalities. Makes me think that Nature has more to do with it than Nurture.

I have been stressed at work lately. On edge, wondering what I am working for. I long to stay home and raise Israel, but alas, I have to pay someone else to do it for the time being. I hate money. Money is the reason that I have to work. I hate debt. I hate that I ever had to pay for my own college...even now, I hate that I went to college. What was is all for...so that I would have debt and not be able to stay home with my wee one? That's how I see it now. Screw you Belmont...and quit calling me for damn donations!

I don't really have a story about moldy bread, other than I buy bread and it never gets eaten and then the one time I want a piece, its moldy and I have to throw it away.

I cut my armpit this morning while I was shaving and when I put on my deoderant, I got the sting of a lifetime. I'm going to stop shaving my armpits for a while. Why do I need to do it anyways. Which lame ass male decided that women had to shave their legs and armpits all the time. I'm going to move to Russia and be hairy. Serisouly though, I'm ready for a break from life for a day or two. I'm tired, cranky, underpaid and underappreciated at work. I just want to get my baby and take off...meet up with Jeff wherever he is and take of to Europe. I'll work in a bakery and keep Izze with me and Jeff can play music with Cerys. I'll sometimes do BGVs and play trumpet at her shows and Izze will stay in the Green room with a nanny and dance to the music. We'll have socialized medical care and really good beer and cheap french wine. Ahhh...what a nice day dream. Anyone want to join us?

Amy-Out

3 out of 4 Babies like Beer

So, I have this baby...and this baby likes beer. Well, I've never actually given him beer before, but I can imagine that if he's anything like his parents, then he will like it. Jeff brought me back some beer from England and Scotland. Lemme just say how friggin amazing it was. No wonder he quit drinking when he got home, I swear he's holding out for more British beer. I would.

This photo was taken in San Francisco back in May of this year. We were eating fish tacos and just enjoying not being in Tennessee. I can't wait to enjoy not being in Tennessee again. Hmmm. I think I'm going to go to Jeff's last show with Mat Kearny on Sept 10th. They are playing in STL and I would like to hear them play together one last time. Then I'm off to San Diego for my 10 year reunion in Oct. I REALLY can't wait to go and put all those bitches in their places. Maybe I'll make a sign that says "bitch slap $.50" wonder how many people would actually pay to have me slap them. Could be some good money on the side. Any takers? I might just have to fill out an outside employment form for my current employer...just so they know that my new job isn't taking up any of my work time. Speaking of though...I have really started a side job...book binding. I am loving this. I bought some text blocks (the book insides) and some really cool hand made papers and spine material and I've been making books. Address books, journals, calendars. Its great! I've already gotten several orders for books. I'm so damn creative that I can hardly stand it.

Okay...off to lunch. Today I am having organic Veggie Loaf and organic mashed potatoes and corn and peas and then some white chocolate m&ms ( I Love those things) have to keep my diet real though...gotta eat some bad stuff.

Amy-Out

Life in general

So here I am, and I've decided to start posting a daily diary...or blog if you will for all of you nosey people to read. I do so enjoy reading other people's blogs, but rarely write my own.

As my first entry, I will keep it short. I currently have to pee really bad, but I am waiting on a guest to arrive to see my boss and so I have to wait until they are in their meeting. Oh the pains of being an exec. assistant. I'm also wearing 4 inch heels, which should make my run to the ladies room that much more interesting. I like being tall...and I like wearing shoes that make me even taller. I also like that I'm not a masculine tall...a lot of really tall girls that I see could just as easily be mistaken for men. Sad isn't it. I'm such a mean person sometimes. Jeff calls me a hardass...and I like that he thinks that about me.

Okay...more later, I can't concentrate anymore as my eyes are turning yellow.