Some thoughts on a Tuesday

Some thoughts for Tuesday...

I don't know if I want to do baby S.'s nursery in dark or light colors. This is really bothering me and keeping me from moving forward. Go ahead and tell me I need to make a decision and stick with it because you are right and I know that's what I need to do. But I just don't want to end up not liking it!

His name? It starts with an "S." And it's not Sinbad, even if that's what Aaron tells you.

I love Coke made with cane sugar. If I could find a place that sold Dublin Dr. Pepper (Dr. Pepper with cane sugar) I would probably buy too much of it. So it's a good thing I can't find it here.

One thing I keep forgetting to put in my weekly updates is how much my hands have hurt lately. I wake up and they just ache until about lunch time. I read that it's from fluid.

I had Mexican food when we were in Tyler and I have been missing it since we got back to Tallahassee. I can't find a place here that is as good as, say, Don Juan, Posados, El Lugar no. 3, Mercados.... I guess I was spoiled for my first two decades. I miss it a lot.

My sister wrote a really sweet post about Gus last night. Can I tell you something? I feel extra guilty about Gus dying. For three of his four years, I gave everyone in my family a really hard time about him because he was wild and huge and drove me crazy when I went home. He would act bad and my dad would yell at him and the whole situation made me mad, so I didn't like him very much. He just frustrated me. My dad and I had a joke that every time I asked how things were going, he'd say, "Gus is getting better." Even when Gus was still a mad man, Dad always claimed Gus' behavior was improving. Then, within the last year, he calmed down. He became a really, really gentle, sweet dog. He really was getting better, and he was fun, not stressful, to be around. I always told him (Gus) that he wasn't as good as our old German Shepherd, Jeb, whom we grew up with and who died when I was a freshman in college. Of course I didn't mean it; Jeb was a handful, too, and Gus was just a wily puppy. But I look back at the limited time we spent together and I wish I hadn't said so much of that stuff, whether I was joking or not. I spent the least amount of time with Gus out of anyone in my family, and I didn't know him like they did. I told my mom last night that I was sad baby guy wouldn't ever get to meet Gus. I was looking forward to it.