Ramblings

It seems I always think of what to write at 3am while nursing an incoherent baby. Then I forget all of it by morning. Somewhere in one of those early mornings was something about names I could use for my kids on here - Jingleheimer, Murph & Rabbitbunny - appropriately contrived under the influence of sleep deprivation. I think of television shows I'd highly recommend... Scenarios that go on over here. I intend to have that pencil and paper handy - and then there's real life.

I don't think it's all that reasonable an idea to be poised at the ready to jot every whim. I know people who do this - lay awake at night unless they can scribble ideas, dreams they've had, thoughts on to-do lists. But for me this task seems exhausting enough to put me to sleep. I'm not writing a book here, people. Although, every time I complete a book, I am truly inspired to write one of my own. But about what? I can't think of ANYTHING interesting. That's like saying I have nothing to wear, I know, but still. It's a daunting idea. One I need a nap after pondering. No matter what, I think the first sentence would be, "I always burn the first pancake."

The latest read: People Are Unappealing: Even me by Sara Barron. I read that this week. It's not about parenting, self-improvement or how to incorporate more God into my life. So, the recommended audience might have decreased by a third, at least where grandmas and in-laws are concerned. There is crude subject matter and cussing, but I have not laughed so hard in as long as it has been since I read Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris... another absolutely repugnant collection of comic genius. Judge me if you must, but I would be sure I'd emptied my bladder before beginning either of these if I were you.

Jingleheimer had his "Land Run" celebration this week. I guess if you aren't familiar with Oklahoma history, you might have no idea what I'm talking about. Or - perhaps you could rent Far and Away. I'm not entirely sure that movie is that accurate. I guess there were 7 land runs in Oklahoma - 2 of which my great-great-grandmother's family took part - accidentally claiming "School" land during one [which meant you were out of luck, Chuck], and something unfavorable happened during another. But my grandmother has a recorded account told by her grandmother she will be copying for me. [I'm so sorry to have thought of this after the fact, Mrs. Bass - as I'm sure it would be a fabulous thing to have your hands on]. But for as long as I can remember, quite a few Oklahoma schools remember the Land Run of 1889 every April 22 by reenacting the event.

Here are some pics. I'm not sure how long Nike has been around, but clearly since the late 1800's.

Murph had his bowling birthday party last Saturday. That was fun. My mom gets hitched tomorrow. And Rabbitbunny is strongly considering sitting up on her own. I'll take pictures ASAP. By that I mean - as soon as I think to. And I don't think these names are going to stick around. Jingleheimer. Really?