Bettie Bookish

What does being German have to do with anything?

Speaking of spamlines, click on the header to see a Planet Out headline that appeared on Yahoo News. It looks like the kind of thing I usually delete from my mailbox.

A big day for a big girl

After months of hurrying to the bathroom with the announcement, "Go potty!" or "I need a use a potty, Mama!" Buttercup used the bathroom for the first time IN THE POTTY today.

And me? I missed it. She was at her twice-weekly daycare experience, and I was working at the church. And although it is almost tempting to go all Guilty Mom about missing this precious milestone, I'm going to go the other way with it.

The ONLY reason Buttercup used the potty is that every other child in her class did it, and she wanted to do it, too. Even R--, the newest student, who has never shown the slightest interest in the bathroom, decided all on his own to give it a shot.

After school, we made phone calls to Papa to let him know her news, and also to Mima (grandma).

I don't think either of them even considered feeling badly about missing the first potty moment. What's their problem?

IS ROLEX ME!!

If you check the comments from my previous post, you'll find that my very dear friend margretbw60wztheobold sent me "Hot News From The Automotive Lending Industry!!"

Spammers? On my blog?? Surely not.

Don't you all have close friends who send you feverish emails demanding that you PLEASE HER TONIGHT or GET QQQUALITY TABLETTS AT BARGAIN PRICES?

My good friends all want me to INCREASE (MY) THICKNESS and Re: RONA?

It's a burden to be this popular.

My very favorite spam subject ever sent to any of my email addresses read: Is Rolex Who?? Is Rolex YOU!!!

FINGER LAKES AND LEATHERSTOCKINGS

So, yes, I was away from my blog for a bit. First there was the New York vacation, then the storm, then the seemingly unending march of little things that steal your weeks.

Mostly, I have been distracted by my deep desire to leave this city. I have been wandering online in search of jobs and real estate. I've been reminding myself that the right things will come at the right time.

Meanwhile I have been in training on church management software, and it has been kicking my ever-widening church secretary ass. Thank you, thank you, thank you God, that I have to perform ONLY the membership modules and not deal with the accounting and bookkeeping portion. Amen.

All the accounting stuff is interesting, though. It's like learning a language I will never use in real life. Ever.

You know I love you

Hey baby, it's me. I'm sorry I was away so long. I had to, you know, get some things straightened out in my head. It's a crazy time, you know?

Don't look like that. You know I love you. You know I wasn't trying to ignore you. I'm just - things aren't easy. I had a lot of questions about my own mind I had to answer. And then there was the hurricane. And then school started and a bunch of people came to look at the house. And then there was Brad and Angelina. So I've been busy. But I've been thinking about you every day.

Yes, I have.

I know, I know. There are plenty bloggers out there who update every day and post all kinds of photos and you can always rely on them to talk about movie openings, or funny things their babies said, or kissing girls at rock shows.

But they won't ever love you like I do. Ever.

And I promise that from now on, I'll be better. I'll post more often and I'll post more photos. I'll talk about Star Wars and babies and girl kissing. Whatever you want, baby.

Just take me back. Put me back in your Favorites and check on me from time to time.

Don't give up on us, baby.