Please Keep Me Away From The Children's Section

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Through all my inconsistencies and changing of plans, the one thing that I have held to steadfast is that I want to have children, someday. Granted, the number of them and with whom I want to have them with has drastically changed. But the fact I still want to have them, has not wavered.

Last night while trekking through the mall with my sister she dragged me kicking and screaming into Pottery Barn Kids. Really. Who wants to go into a store with overpriced furniture for screaming little brats when you have Aldo two stores down? (Where you happened to purchase the most perfect pair of black heels and had to physically restrain youself from buying two more pairs in similar variations.)

Who? Hmm? Well. Now me.


It is paradise for little kids. I ran around the store cooing and screaming like I had lost my head. There are miniature stoves, little retro refridgerators, adorable little stuffed animals and just cute stuff. Providing that perfect little paradise that you wanted when you were young.

Truly. This is disturbing. My sister has found something else for me to spend money on that I not only DO NOT NEED, but really can't even use. And. I should keep this as a closet habit ONLY. What sounds more ridiculous than saying you just spent your life savings on a child's kitchenette?

It is quite good I didn't have my cell phone with me last night, or I would have probably started calling up possible husbands."Hey! This is Drew! This is your lucky day, I have had a change of heart and I suddenly find you attractive enough to be the father of my child."

I creep myself out sometimes.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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