i'm so vain and its no fun.

sometimes i think i might be suffering from alzheimers. i just can't remember anything. things my mom and sister remember from growing up. what ever happened to my sewing machine. news anchors names. what i am talking about. the location of my keys. and fuck, you know what i can't remember what the hell else i can't remember, but i know i've forgotten lots. i wonder if it bothers some people that i type in all smalls in my blog and on myspace. its funny, because when i write, i write in all caps. i am nervous about going to the wedding, because i'll just be uncomfortable and self-conscious the whole time. everyone will ask "how do you know the bride and groom?" and i'll say i'm engaged to the groom's brother chris. and then they'll say "really? hmm. wow." and then they will go around saying "i never would have figured. i'm mean he is so handsome and she is, well... you know." and then the other hypothetical guest will say "maybe she's funny." and the first hypothetical guest will grimace and shake her head no.

tales from the wind farm

ahh! the wind is relentless. this sunday it was so nice out. i was able to take Madeleine outside for the first time and later that day she laughed for the first time. it was bliss. i have been able to get into a book for the first time since i gave birth. the book is an auto biography by Katharine Hepburn . her great uncle was the founder of the corning glass company. how weird is that. i think that is why i am enjoying it so much. but the past few days the wind has not stopped. 40 mph constantly. i shouldn't complain because if it weren't for the wind Chris wouldn't have such a good job on the wind farm. they say the wind in ones face makes one wise. if this is true i am a sage. i need seeds for my garden. i need to sign up for school too. the debates were on tonight. i was non-plussed, that is, aside from wanting to waterboard Hillary Clinton.