: Off her rocker
: She ain't right
: Not playing with a full deck
: Elevator does not go to the top floor
: She's a little coo coo in the kaa kaa
However you want to say it, you can say it. When I'm feeding Jacob, I make myself laugh, mostly in my head but sometimes I chuckle and my belly will rise and fall and I'm afraid I might wake him if he's dozed off. Why you say? Well, I think of the craziest things and you know, when you have time like that to really think, you do think of the darndest things. You just do. You've seen me here, ranting and raving at all hours of the night, saying the most "off her rockerest" things....
I will say though, that I miss my own belly laugh. I have a good one. It's the kind of laugh where I don't care who's listening and if something really tickles my funny bone at work and people around me hear that laugh, thier eyes get really big and that makes me laugh even harder. Not quite the most professional laugh. Is there a professional laugh? If there is, I'll never attain it. I'm not sure I even know where my belly laugh is these days, that's really my point. My sisters and I used to be together and just laugh at the most stupid things. The big laughs. The kind that "realign your intestines" as my sister Mindy says. Haven't had those in a long long time. I might let out a big 'guffaw' every now and then to something Noah says or does (**note the time in the Pediatrician's office about a month ago when he asked me what "sexy" meant with air quotations; that did make me laugh hysterically, probably nervous hysteria but nonetheless, hysteria). Other than that occasion, I think my belly laugh is gone.
Wonder if I'll ever find it again? It used to just come out with such ease over the smallest and silliest things. I'm too serious now. I guess, either you grow up and out of it or life just takes it away. In my case, I think it might be the latter.
I still think the craziest things. Catch ya next time I'm up at some crazy hour with my sweet Jacosaur. He really is so yummy to me. His cheeks are getting so plump and his voice, oh his voice. It's so Lucas like. It all just is.
See even that is a crazy thought. Loco en la cabeza. Si'.
---J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
1 comment:
1 Taco Short of a combo plate
1 can short of as six pack
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Lights are on but no ones home.
I have a millon of them. I like your egg, you're a good egg with just a small crack. :)
Post a Comment