my mother is making me do this.

I.
the icecream truck dilemna

this is a nearly life-long dilemna. i want the icecream, but either 1) my parents wouldnt let us have icecream before or during supper when he drove by, or 2) now i am simply not up for chasing an icecream truck.
so the question becomes: who the heck DOES buy the icecream from the truck? how are those things really still in operation?? i mean, im glad they are, as they are a charming part of american society, which is so lacking in a million other things, but seriously. also, we were sitting on the porch tonight with my newly painted chairs (and so now my hands and feet are still semi-spraypainted blue.) and the icecream man drove by, and he was SO CREEPY. if i had been contemplating icecream, i would have changed my mind. and that is not to say that there are not icecream who are nice. im sure. but still.

II.
things i would rather be doing right now than writing this:

1. crocheting
2. reading agatha christie.
3. eating icecream
4. exercising (hrm.)
5. sleeping
6. watching seinfeld.
7. or a movie.
8. baking banananut bread.
9. or cookies.
10. roller skating
11. driving across the country
12. painting my nails.
13. vacuuming
14. browsing for interesting houses
15. laundry
16. getting a massage.

the end.

III.
we are having a baby.

IV.
observations on marriage, now that ive done it a little while:

1. when they get sick, you probably will. this is kindof a depressing realization, since before you could go sleep at grandmothers or something. now, you dont go anywhere. you are the take-care-of-er. i imagine this will be worse when the baby does come, because jed is at least a good sick guy, and hes been thankful i havent been since pregnant. (knock on wood.)
2. when they leave, or you leave, its weird without them. but sometimes, youre (secretly) glad, but only for about 5 minutes, because after that, you miss them like crap. and its gladder when they come home anyway.
3. huh. i cant remember what the rest are.
4. if i remember, i might edit them back in later. otherwise, they shall be in another post, i guess.

V.
my mom is making me do this because at BSF they said that writers should write to encourage others about God, and life and such, and mom said i didnt write at all ,why not, and i should. and i said it was because i wasnt a writer, but she said i wasnt nurturing it, and i said well, if i was a real writer, then it should just come out, right? i dont know. what do you think?

(huh. that was more than the required 4 sentences.)