I thought about breaking up the thoughts that I want to write about, but given how busy work has been and my inability to actually stay focused for one thought long enough to actually finish that one thought and post it to move onto another… yeah, that just isn’t going to happen.

Anyway, so this morning I was looking at the mini-wedding guide that I picked up at Arundel Mills and was flipping through the pages and looking at all the caterer’s, DJ’s, photographers, reception halls, invitations, cakes, etc. and I began to think about my future wedding with Greg and what, if anything, we are going to have as a wedding. I already know we’re not going to have the traditional Catholic wedding since Greg thinks that we won’t be approved (since we have a baby out of wedlock) and I was never big into church weddings anyway. Then I began to wonder if we are going to go all out and hire a photographer, caterer’s and all that jazz. At this moment, I honestly don’t want any of that and I honestly don’t have any wedding ideas or plans or dreams. I was never one of those girls that dreampt of their wedding as a kid or teenager or young adult; just wasn’t an interest. I feel a little ”not human” that I’m not excited about planning my future wedding and things related, but it’s just the way I am I suppose…

Which leads me to another thought that I had this morning; complely unrelated to a wedding: Today marks six years since the attacks. I remember that morning, where I was, who I was with, and everything in between and not to sound un-American or anything but the whole day had no emotional effect on me at all and even now it still has no effect. Yes, it was a tragic event but I wasn’t surprised that it happend with all that had occured in the 10 years prior with the Oklahoma bombing, the Littleton Masacar, the previous bombing attempt on the World Trade Center; it just seemed like another story for the media to obsess about. Again, I realize all that has happend, all the people who were affected, all the people who tried to save the lives of others (in NY, DC and on the planes), but to me it just seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. I didn’t cry when I watched the news and saw the planes crash into the towers like my Mom did. Yes, I felt some sympothy for those passengers and I could only imagine what was going on in their minds as the events took place, but given all that goes on in the world, it just didn’t shock me or seriously effect me as it did to others. I guess, in a sense, I’m numb to violence in the world. I don’t know if that is a good thing or a bad thing though… I can see the benefits to both sides.  Ah well, to each their own… right?

Moving on to happier news:

Amelia is crawling! Yes, that’s right!! She’s actually crawling now - though not cruising. Last night as Greg and I layed on the floor with Amelia, she crawled all the way to Greg’s can of soda without plopping or anything! Greg and I were so excited we started to call our family members. Greg got a hold of Denise and we talked on the phone for a little bit while I was trying to get ahold of my Mom (which I was able to do later). So, it has begun - Amelia is really starting to grow-up from the infant stage to the toddler stage. Wow. I honestly thought this day would never arrive. Amelia is sitting up on her own and now crawling. It’s such a monumental achievment! This also means that Greg and I need to BabyProof the condo and that as of now, our lives are going to change (more than they already have)!

Moving on…

I received the following email from my Grandma:

I just talked with April and she told me that you are now divorce!!!! So I should jump on you about getting married.  So…..what’s the story?  Are you divorced? and When are you going to get married again? Are you trying to keep this from me so I won’t hound you about getting married?  Don’t worry, I am never going to stop!!!! ha ha ha

See you on Sat.

My Grandma is a fun loving 67 year old lady! She’s still in tack, if you know what I mean. And, now she has two great-granddaughters and she is less than 70! Greg’s grandparents are in their late seventies or early eighties and I remember thinking when I was in school (grade, middle, and high) how much older everyone’s parents were compaired to my Mom. My Mom is only 48 years old (and I am 2 whereas most others who are my age have parents in their late fifties or early sixties. Eh, I just always thought that was ‘different’ and thought I would share…

Sheesh! The last time I looked at the clock it was 12:20 and now it’s 12:51! That was a fast half hour and I didn’t even do anything!

Well, time to get ready for jumping into the shark tank - there is still more thoughts on my mind and I hope to write more later…

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