moving

so my blog is moving. wanted to keep my gmail and my blogger log in the same so i imported this one to my gmail log in. kincaidgamers.blogspot.com is the new address.

Happy Birthday!

Today we are going up to get some college friends of mine for my birthday weekend.I have tomorrow off so we're going to have a barbecue with them and a friend of mine from work, her baby girl and her husband. Should be a good time had by all. I'll be turning 25. Wow.....i'm getting old. I used to tease Reggie about being old when he turned 25 and this year he turned 27. Its amazing how time seems to fly by you as you get older. I remember as a kid time seemed so slow it hurt and now......I've been married for 2 years already. How did that happen. Its amazing how much you sober up knowing that you are already half way to 50 which is where life seems to slow down just a little bit. I wanted to have my kids by now and I wanted to be a teacher but I have achieved so little and time just keeps whizzing by me. I have no regrets don't get me wrong its just amazing to see what my life is now compared to how I thought it would be. I'm glad we've waited to have kids. Its given Reggie and I the opportunity to explore our intimacy and have "married" time. I do fear that it will be hard on Reggie when we do have kids. However, I have seen that side of him through Melyanne and the time we've spent with her. He'll kill me for saying this but he is wonderful with kids. I remember him telling me how much he hated being around babies and that joking that we should adopt an older child so he doesn't h ave to deal with the 1-5 years but I don't believe him now. the way he helps me with Melyanne when I babysit proves that too me. He's so kind and gentle and sweet. She may not be ours but she sure has Reggie wrapped around her little finger. So Saturday I meet 25 and what do I have to show for it. A loving husband and 6 "furry" babies who love me. I'm employed and surviving in this hard time. I have good friends who care about me all around the world and so many other blessings in this life. Happy birthday to me :)

left out

Some times I look at my friend's pictures of their kids and find myself yearning to have what they have. Don't get me wrong my six furry babies keep me busy but its not the same. I want to hold a baby in my arm and see them smiling back at me. I want to see a little being grow up fast and look just like her father. I want to watch them crawl and walk and talk. I feel like they all belong to this club that I may never join. I know everyone keeps telling me to stop wanting a baby so badly and thats when it will happen to us but they don't understand. The only thing I've known for sure in this life time is that I want to be a mom. I want to know the joy of waking up every four hours to nurse and be drained the next day at work. I watch it happen around me with my friends and even though they say its the worst you can tell they love being a parent. I just hope that I don't end up disappointing Reggie some how if I can't have children. I shouldn't say that. I've been blessed with a vision of my baby girl. I know I'll have her some day but I can't help wanting her to join our family NOW! Yes you read that right. I've seen my baby girl. I wasn't asleep I was mediating when I saw her playing on the ground with her toys. Blond hair Brown eyes and she looked just like Reggie. I felt the joy of a mother when I saw her there smiling up at me. I know its silly but I hold on to that image each day close to my heart. Soon I keep telling myself that. And I guess since no one really reads this that will leak info....yes Reggie and I have started trying. Stupid I know since we really aren't financially ready but both of us feel like if we wait too much longer it will not happen.

Wordless Wednesday:The internet is for...

Monday's Memory: Best Friends

Thanks to having a bad memory this blog experiment is rather difficult for me. Wordless Wednesdays are easy due to the lovely antics of my "kids", but most memories for me are things that people tell me happened. I remember bits and pieces from major events in my life but little memories tend to slip through the cracks. However, last night one magically made an appearance as Reggie and I were driving down the freeway.

Earlier that night Reggie had read an article that had the line that said something like , "I didn't do it." is the fastest way to let a cop know your guilty. As Reggie was telling me about the article I flashed back to high school. I don't remember where we were going or if we were coming back from somewhere all I remember is driving in Jennifer's orange Gran Torino and hearing a siren come up behind us. As we pulled over Jen starts laughing nervously as did I. That cop had to think we were insane or something. I think we stopped long enough for him to get her information and head back to the car before we busted out again. I don't know how she managed not to get a ticket because from what I remember she was going a lot over the speed limit.

I remember us laughing even harder as we headed back to our destination. Most of my memories from high school involve Jen. We used to be joined at the hip and even today we are still some what close. Though we've lost a bit of what we had due to long distance, I still consider her my best friend and know that I'd be a totally different person had I never met her.

She even flew out to Ga for my wedding. I was so grateful to have her here for that occasion. I never could imagine that day with out having her there.
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Wordless Wednesday: Wedded bliss

Walmart Sucks

I never thought I'd end up bitter. I figured that my people personness would rule out what the older cashiers told me. But after nearly a year there I find myself saying things in my head that have never been characteristic of myself. It amazes me just how some people are. My wrists are constantly sore from customers not thinking about what they are doing and turning the carousel with my hand still in the bag from putting an item into it...then for the kicker look at me like how dare I not let them get their bag that only has TWO items in it. Sometimes I think they believe that if they don't snatch it out from under me I won't turn it and they won't get the bag. I wanna look at them and say "I'll turn the damned thing when I'm done." But I settle for rubbing my wrist and moving on. You know they don't even apologize half the time. How hard is it to utter a simple ooops sorry.

Next time you are in Walmart think about your cashier and give them a little bit of respect.