Archive for July, 2008

The Wait is Over!

Little Jacob José Mejía made his arrival into this world at 6:23am on Wednesday, July 30th. (His due date!) He gave his mama a little more trouble than she bargained for in making his entrance, but he’s here now and all is well. Let’s just say he put up a fight long enough for the basil on my kitchen counter to die because nobody watered it over the couple days that I was gone for the birth. I am so thankful to have been a part of the whole process. It never ceases to amaze me, this thing called childbirth. The way we work for that which we love and the way mommies never give up hope. You can bet I cried. Did I ever cry! Carlee sure worked hard and never lost hope and boy, does she love that baby. Oh, what a sweet little guy. Mommy, Daddy and baby are all doing well other than being tired and sore. They are resting and adjusting at home, where he was born.

Here’s to you, little guy. May the Lord bless you as you grow. We love you.

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Fullness of Time

Sometimes it’s just easier to post pictures.

So much happened this weekend and I want to sum it up, really I do. But the summing eludes me. I guess that means I’m not really back. I’m actually more like a little tiny bit back instead of full back… Which reminds me of line back… Which reminds me of Linebarger… Which is my last name… Which reminds me of last weekend… Last weekend Josh and Jennie came to visit. It was hot, but we went camping anyway for one night. When I say “we” I mean “they”. “We” (meaning me and Sadie) went and visited them at the campground for the day. We also played the bean game and watched the girls dance the thriller dance and had some good times. Josh had a black eye. Megan graduated from high school. We sure are proud of that girl. I helped Carlee set up a big, blue spa-in-a-box in her living room. Today, our old friends the Atkins came over for the day and the girls asked if they could have the kitchen to themselves to make up a recipe. I used to do that with my friends when I was their age and the food never turned out nearly as good as we thought it would, but it was always fun making it so I let them have their fun. I wish you could have tasted what they came up with. You’ll see in the pictures how beautiful it is, but man, did it ever taste good too! Girls just aren’t what they used to be, I tell you. We devoured those cookies. Let’s see…what else? My friend Carlee almost doesn’t have a person inside her anymore. We’ve entered the waiting period. Life’s just one big waiting period, really.

There, I guess I’ve summed after all. And summing is what this blog’s all about, even if I am only a little tiny bit back. I think I’m just fine with not having any readers anymore too, so don’t feel like you have to leave a comment just to let me know you’re here. I’m enjoying not knowing who or if anybody’s reading this anymore. It lessens the pressure of the pressure cooker.

Sometimes it’s easier to just post pictures.

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It's a Blog, Not a Pressure Cooker

Hello to the vast amount of people who still check this blog! It’s been a while. And I know you’re thinking about me all the time, wondering what’s going on with me. I don’t know if this means anything, but I feel like writing something right now. I’m going to go with that feeling. I’m not going to put much stock in it though because my feelings have definitely been known to run away with me in the past. I make no guesses on what my future feelings will be. All I know is that right now I feel like catching up. And hoo boy, do I have a lot to catch you guys up on. I’ll list everything now in order of significance with bullet points, for your reading pleasure:

• I had a dream the other night that I was in a contest for my life to write a song. Yes, that’s right, I said for my life. Everyone who lost got killed. And the name of my song had to be “Half-n-Half Will Save the World.” I don’t know if I won or not because I woke up before the contest was over, but not before I wrote the song. I can still remember the tune.

• When we were driving on our trip to Colorado last month, I could not stop thinking about my passenger door opening and me falling out and hitting the ground running and how bad that would hurt in my bare feet. It consumed me so much that I was in a constant state of cringe, much like the way that I feel when I imagine scissors cutting my teeth in half. I found that if I kept socks on my feet, I didn’t think about it so much. Because we all know that socks would save your life if you happened to fall out of a moving vehicle at 80 mph.

• The other day I cut my face with my conditioner tube. You know…conditioner. The wonderfully creamy substance that smells so good and makes your hair soft and luscious. The tube to this particular conditioner was not at all soft, creamy or luscious like the product inside. It scratched me just like a cat. A soft, luscious cat. And now I have a scar.

• Me and Chris got tickets to go see Coldplay in November. That deserves a big woo hoo.

• I still haven’t painted the other half of my living room but I can finally say that the kitchen is done. And I can also say for the first time in our four years of living here that I love my kitchen. It’s exactly the way that I want it, from the colors on the walls and cabinets to the curtains on the windows, to the cookware on the metal shelf to the food I love to make in it.

• I had a breakdown the other day over the state of my dumb feet. I think I can safely call them dumb feet. It’s late July in Dallas, the temperature is now over 100 every day, no rain in the forecast, our air conditioning works non-stop just to keep the inside of our house hovering somewhere around the 80 degree range and my feet are like ice cubes. Why? Why, I say? I’m not kidding when I say I got so mad at how miserably cold my feet always are that I almost started crying. It’s not like a nice little internal cooling machine that helps cool me off in the hot months, people. It’s like my whole body is uncomfortably warm just like the rest of Dallas and my feet feel like they are submerged in icy water. It’s painful. Then I remembered that I bought cozy flip-flop slippers a few months ago. I dug them out of my closet and have been wearing them ever since. Finally I have found relief.

I could probably think of more things to tell you but I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ve given you enough to think about here as it is.

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