dear world,

there is a new peever in town, AND i’ve lost another peevery baby pool.  i’m glad i lost b/c that would’ve meant pm would’ve been prego for longer and that’s not nice to put on anyone even your enemies.

Olivia was born at 11:41.  She weighed 8 lbs and 4 ozs and is 20.5 inches long.

CONGRATULATIONS to michelle and husband for another successful alien birth.

they are building a small army over that way and all i can say is, “you’ve been warned”.  but my god, can she be ANY cuter?  i think not.

captions underneath photos.

oh it’s on now little dog

i eatz ur tail

protectin is wut i do bestest

why u hoomans brot us heer? is no grass heer! stoopid hoomans.

ooohhhm so DIS is wat they mean by conkreet jungul! there iz no lions, tigers and bears here eether.

sure iz hot heers in conkreet jungul that has no lions, tigers and bears.

hureee! running for bordur for tacos

is hot here, i’s part husky. cant run for border this day. maybe we try truck agin.

sees my tongue? means how hot i am. can you heers me stoopid hoomans?!

bonus sampson video eating peanut butter

• I was born on Groundhogs Day (that’s February 2nd to you) under a full moon. A Psychic once commented that being born under a full moon gives you special powers. But not special powers like Superman or Spiderman, I’m still on a quest to discover all of my special powers.

• I don’t use caps on my posts, sorry if that bugs you but this isn’t about you b/c it’s about me.

• I call this blog a BLOB b/c that’s what Augusten Burroughs calls his and I think he’s pretty cool and the word blog bugs me. I’m a huge fan of Augusten.

• This isn’t a blog you can categorize into any one topic or subject, it’s main purpose is to entertain YOU, me, your dogs, cats and that weird uncle you try to avoid at family gatherings.

• I really, really, really promise not to stab you.

• I’m married and I have two children, one that grew in my body (boy) and one that grew in my heart (girl). The girl has a biological mother and I would never, ever, ever try to replace that relationship b/c that would be really weird. I did help raise her along with her Dad for eight years, she lived with us full time. Not sure what that makes me, but I consider her my daughter.

• I stupidly wrote some pretty harsh things here about her mother and was devastated when her mother found it. Even more so when she printed it all out and made the girl read it, I’d never told the girl about the blob. I made a public and personal apology to her mother and I don’t write bad things anymore b/c it was pretty stupid.

• My family told me they found me in a trashcan and that I would grow up to live in a tin can house in the woods. They couldn’t help it, they were wolves. I was raised by wolves. You probably were too.

• My Dad died February 1st, 2006 and I had no idea how much I would miss him, or how unsafe the world would become without him here. Lucky for me, I have another Dad . The one who biologically made me. He’s pretty cool once you get to know him.

• Piglet was a childhood nickname given to me by my Dad (the one that died). The nickname came from me being a 10 pound baby and incredibly CUTE.

• I bought my own domain about a year ago, but I haven’t officially set it up b/c I’m busy doing facebook and responding to ashton kutcher’s tweets on twitter (he never responds).

• Life’s been good to me so far, I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime. Lucky I’m sane after all I’ve been through. I can’t complain but sometimes I still do. Joe Walsh wrote that.

• I’ve been sober in a fellowship for 18 years, I started drinking when I was two. Not really, I was at least eleven.

• A psyche Doctor told me about two years ago that I had tourettes based on some very strange behaviors as a child. Not the cool cussing tourettes, but the spitting/grunting/repeating words kind. He said it tends to turn into OCD as you get older, which it did. When I do and say stupid things, I think I should be able to blame it on tourettes.

Feel free to comment I don’t edit comments or remove them, unless you are trying to cause trouble. You can email me directly at dailypiglet[at]yahoo[dot][com] if you have questions that weren’t answered here.

Other Stuff:

• I take a TON of pictures
• I try to find the Grace in Small Things
• What this blog is and isn’t
• Why name your blog Daily Piglet?
• This here is what I look like

the girl arrived very tired but safely last night around 11pm (when they arrived home).  her flight was delayed, and she had to catch THREE airplanes.  do not ask me why b/c i do not know why ALL the flights were like that.  we were all quite worried about her, hoping she would manage her way through it all.

she texted me on each change/leg/annoyance.  i asked her to call her mother and let her mother know that she was safe too.

i started cleaning out the garage fully on tuesday, i did the back deck on monday (we have a deck tent back there and it had all kinds of mold and pollen and various other items that were left and discarded).  monday’s event was quickly ended after i shook a tree.  something fell from the tree, it felt like a million tiny needles sticking themselves into both of my eyes.

i just knew i’d blinded myself for good this time.  i’ll write about that later, it’s very heartbreaking.  luckily, my sight returned and i blamed it all on my husband b/c that’s what i do.  he wasn’t anywhere around at the time, but that’s what you do.

i was using tylex on the garage cleaning, taking everything out, clearing away the millions of spiders and other uncertain critters that stuck themselves to the shelves.  i got a tylex headache that first night.  i know better than to use tylex like that, getting a migraine from it every time i do more than spray it into the turlet.

i over do it, like i know anything about balance.  geesh.

i had stuff strewn all over the driveway, boxes and boxes of cardboard crap to keep on hand for shipping and mailing.  all throwned away!  i love throwing things away, it brings me immense joy.  i haven’t cleaned out the garage to this magnitude in at least two years.  it’s not like anyone else around here is going to do it either.

so far, four HUGE bags of trash have come out of the garage.  YAY!  it’s not complete but i was trying to get it that way before the girl arrived and had to pull my reins back in.  i didn’t want to scare her with the crazy in the driveway.  i go to a study group on wednesday nights and i was so looking forward to going on wednesday.  then i realized that we only have the one car, luke had gymnastics until 5:30 and the husband had to leave by 7 to get to the airport (before we knew her flight was delayed).  i was rather bummed that i would miss my book study, but i pulled mah breetches up and moved forward b/c that’s what i do.

i’m always amazed with how much more beautiful she gets, amazed at how grown up she seems.  i feel this way about my niece and nephew too why do they have to grow up so fast?  we were on the couch last night, she showing me an avatar building thing and i was having fun with and she was laughing at me.  she said, “you laugh SO much, you are like happy all the time.”

little does she know.

she’s the reason for my extra giddyness, having her here where she really wants to be,  free to be who she is, comfortable and cuddled up beside of me on the couch.  her smiles, her laughter that’s what fills my heart with joy.

that and, now i can lay around and eat cake while she does all the cooking and cleaning around here.  don’t forget, i’m the EVIL stepmamma.

in honor of being married for seven very, very, long years the husband and i will be attending a superb performance of the fight club tonight.

and really people what better way to celebrate marriage?

last sunday, july 5th was our 7 year wedding anniversary.  we’ve been together for 10 years but only married for 7.  that was a fateful day ya’ll.  it started with an argument and me crying throughout the entire ceremony.  after it was over, i couldn’t understand what i’d been so afraid of, but i DO understand why people do it in order.

get married, buy house, have babies so they can do a real honeymoon.

besides us, only luke and the marrying people were there.  that’s how i wanted it, no big expensive and crazy insane wedding for me.

i worked enough weddings as a banquet server to know that wasn’t my bag.  not that i don’t love big weddings, i do.  they are beautiful and all fairy tale like.  but, if you’ve known a budding bride you know that the planning can turn them and their mothers into the antichrist.  i was enough of an antichrist all on my own without adding to it.

the only regret i have about that day was the girl was not in attendance.  for reason that i cannot go into here, it was a decision made strictly by the husband and i was not in agreement.

(side note:  some folks have the wrong idea about the husband, of being a push over.  those people do not really know him b/c that man is as stubborn as any mule i’ve seen, including myself.  on the outside he appears to be a very easy going fellow, and he really is easy going but he has rules and contrary to what’s been rumored about him, he is not a pushover.  personally, i would never want to be with a pushover b/c i can be pretty pushy and i need a person to help even that out a little you see.)

despite my joking about my husband, he’s a really neat man.  he’s far more intelligent than i ever will be, he is an excellent problem solver, he’s extremely handsome and youthful looking.  he’s been compared to bono of the u2 fame and jack sparrow from pirates of the caribbean.

recently, he was diagnosed with aspergers by a health care professional during a consultation appointment.  i have to tell you that a light bulb went off in my head like fireworks.  many things all made sense in that moment.   he’s not a rain man and you would probably never notice anything out of the ordinary about him other than he’s wicked smart.

in fact, probably why he picked me is that i have superior emotional intelligence and he does not.  if he reads that last sentence, i’m going to be in BIG trouble so don’t tell him ok?  it’ll be our secret.

if we are having an issue about something, sometimes the best way to discuss it is over the phone or in an email.  i’m serious.  men do better on the phone in general (from what i’ve been told by health care professionals) and if it gets the job done than what does it matter how it gets done?

he’s had many years of practice in hiding his “weaknesses”, allowing him to be a part of huge conferences up on stage training people to do stuff, or leading a sales demo for thousands of software customers.   so, again you’d never see it with the naked eye unless you LIVE with him.

he is through and through a kind, gentle, honest, VERY HONEST man.  he never calls me fat, never criticizes me (unless i ask him too and he’s honest.  like, “does my butt look big in this?”  he answers honestly and i want him to.)  he’s never laid a hand to harm me, and my biggest complaint with him is helping out around the house and the famous piscean procrastination.

if he didn’t work so much, maybe that last one would be fixed.  nah, probably not.  he works a LOT.  so much that he missed out on vacations and time off, etc.  it’s just how he is and i’ve learned to move on and vacation without him.

i’m not the easiest person to live with either and the first two years were pretty intense in the arguing department.  except he’s not much of an arguer and i did most of the yelling.  we rarely argue anymore b/c it’s kind of useless to argue with a stubborn bull.  i love him and he loves me.

ok so enough about how great he is.

we rarely ever go out just the two of us, and we can probably count on both hands the number of times we’ve done that over the past 10 years.  we’re sort of home bodies (more him than me) and we love being around the kids and doing stuff with them.  we pretty much celebrate each other on a daily basis so we’re not big on flashy celebrations that require flowers and presents mandated by advertisers.

**i have to add this p.s. b/c it was bugging ME, not him.  i was crying and upset on our wedding day b/c i was TERRIFIED of getting married and not b/c he did anything to cause tthe crying and me arguing with him.  i mention his “weaknesses” in quotes b/c really they are not actual weaknesses, they are just a part of who he is and that doesn’t mean their necessarily weak but i couldn’t think of a better word.  i’m sure corey could find a better word for me b/c that dude is a word wizard.  lastly, husband does have some emotional intelligence but it’s kind of obvious that i’m a passionate person (as he said one day we argued early on-that was nice wasn’t it?  passionate instead of angry.)  he’s got a lot of emotions but his logical mind often is in the forefront where mine is not so much.  that is all for the clarification.  end of p.s.**

having personally met one of the performers in the fight club (CITIZEN CODE: 020903-BK-scroll down to bottom), also a member of citizens of the universe i suspect that this will be a kick ass performance with enough funny to fill up a freight tank.

p.s. #2 FIGHT CLUB PERFORMANCE WAS OUTSTANDING.  the next show is RESERVOIR DOGS and my god in the heaven i can barely wait until september for that!

if you are in the area, do your best to get there!

Date: Saturday, 11 July 2009

Time: 20:30 – 22:30

Location: Parking lot behind 1311 Central

Street: 1311 Central Ave Town/

City: Charlotte, NC