Monday, March 19, 2012

College what a waste of time and money

Before I start this post I wish to tell you all about my blog of short stories. 
http://shortygibbs.blogspot.com/2012/03/ms-alex-burrus.html click on this link and it will take you to my newest blog dedicated to my hobby of writing short stories.


Thispost  will help explain the name of this blog as well. 

I weigh 105 lbs. and I am 4’11” tall.  Around here I am known as a buck-o-five.  I cost a whole lot more.  I think I do anyway. Well, I married a man who towers over me, literally.  He is 6’1” tall. 

Needless to say we make a very interesting couple.  We cannot slow dance together.  We look ridiculous.  Neither of us can dance.  It is hysterical.  I think it must be because I feel like an idiot. 

Well we have three kids.  The first child was about 8 lbs at birth.  Of course my cravings were fried chicken and grilled cheese sandwiches.  My second child was about 7 lbs.  I craved salads and fruit when I was pregnant with her.  My third child was about 6 lbs. and I had no cravings with him.  They all moved a lot.  Well with my third child they suspected another 8lb baby.  I did not want another 8 lb baby because I was having a natural child birth.  Yes I am crazy.  But not that crazy.  I walked the minute they said the baby would be fine if I went into labor.  I walked until it hurt.  I went into labor the day I walked.  He was ready to come out because he was dancing up a storm in my uterus.  I honestly thought he was going to dance out of my vagina sometimes.  Needless to say he did not actually dance out but he did decide he was going to wait for his dad to get back from work before he graced us with his presence.  My first child was doped up on drugs and she came out after being pulled out.  My second child came out with an explosion of amniotic fluid.  I mean it got everywhere.  On the doctor.  On the wall behind her.  On the floor.  It was a mess.  I felt bad for whoever had to clean that mess up.  My last was a more mellow birth.  He slipped out.  He did not even cry very loudly.  Which is totally different from what he is now. 

I did it again.  What was I talking about.  Oh yeah!  My small stature.  I have big kids and they came out of a very small package.

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