every time i sit down to post i just feel like there is too much to write about so i don't write anything.

i'm so freakin' tired i can't see straight.

car was found and we had to pay to get it out of the impound lot. sigh..... makes a whole lot of sense huh. get your car stolen and pay to get it back. anyway... it was returned sans car seat, maternity clothes and toys. that made me mad but for some reason the straw that broke the camels back was the fun interactive elmo book that someone stepped on and ripped with their big muddy foot. of all the downright rude things... to have no decency for a kids toys? i don't know why... that just made me so mad. but it could have been much worse... only a tire to replace and a stereo to fix. not bad comparatively.

i'm so tired.

have been sick again lately. really freaky eating patterns. nothing tastes good except the most specific and usually inconvenient items. a few days ago at 9:30pm my sweet husband ran out to get me samosa from the indian kitchen. they stayed open an extra five minutes waiting for him to pick them up. and man did they do the trick.

it's funny though how specific i get in my cravings. indian samosas? why was that the one thing?

i also have to pee every five minutes. what i wouldn't give for a second bathroom in this house. :)

emerson said, "i love you mommy." for the first time this week. he has responded to me when i have said it to him, "wuv u too". but this time he initiated it right as he was falling asleep. talk about getting on my good side.

tired.

charles made us nigerian food on sunday night. it was very good... i was queasy so i was nervous. it was a soup that had chunks of fish in it. i don't agree with fish these days. so i had to psychologically sort of forget it was fish... and once i got over it it was great. interesting thing about the meal was that they don't eat with forks or spoons... they use a really thick sticky mashed yam as a spoon of sorts. where charles is from... they don't even chew the yam... they just sort of suck the soup off of it and then swallow this ball of doughy yam whole. well... we had permission to chew it. thank goodness. but charles warned us... "the yam is not very flavorful. the soup is what you want to savor." but i disagreed. i thought the yam was great and i was attempting to tell him. i said... "hey charless... what's this called again?" he said, "pounded yam." but with his heavy accent i thought he was telling me the nigerian name and i repeated..."pondittyam?" maureen, sweetly and politely said,"um pounded yam, chels." and i started hysterically laughing. chris said, "charles, next time chels makes fun of your accent, you just let me know. i'll set her straight." i felt so bad. and silly.

oh well.

very, very tired.

night, night.