That's not my bag, baby!

Well, my computer is kind of on the lam at the moment; it fell off the table one night at about two in the morning (it scared the bejeezus out of Marco) while I was commenting over at Charlene's blog -- The Balance Beam (please forgive me if the tag isn't quite right - on Marco's computer and don't have it in front of me) and hasn't been quite right ever since. The second master drive is said to have imminent fail written all over it. It's not too bad though as that particular drive is just a filler drive that I was using for memory. Now it's just a simple matter of reallocating the memory to the main hard drive again, transferring the files from the failing volume over to my primary drive, and setting the secondary slave back up as the primary's slave again. Thank god it was normal to tinker with crap in my house growing up, that's all I've got to say.

So anyways, for today I thought perhaps I would present to you all a list of why I decided having kids was not for me. It should be both entertaining and revealing.


I always joke that I have 500 (quite arbitrary number, mind you) reasons for not wanting mini-Jennos-and-Marcos running around.... It's not that we don't like kids, they're just totally not for us. I guess it's as good a time as any to put a more accurate number on it.

1. No more walking around naked, unless we want the offspring to be nudists... which we don't.
2. No more staying up as late as we please.
3. No more going out whenever.
4. Think we have a hard time keeping the house clean now?? HA!
5. I don't do doody diapers.
6. Or vomit.
7. Or spit up.
8. Just giving up smoking for 9 whole months? Ludicrous!
9. The last thing I want to hear every night is "I'm bored"
10. I've already joked about changing my name a million times, I don't need another reason to want to change it even more.
11. Nevermind the identity crisis I obviously still face. Like that would fix it.
12. There's a good chance any children with either mine or Marco's genes would be psychologically unsound, even before we got in their head.
13. Kids generally don't like me. They never have. I'm okay with this.
14. I don't generally like them either. Half the kids I've met could've used a good whooping.
15. On that note, the attitude, fights, and little insignificant things made into a big deal? Yeah... no. I do that enough on my own.
16. No more "getting it on" whenever.
17. No more violent video games.
18. No more having as much of my food to myself as I really want.
19. Alone time is hard enough to come by sometimes....
20. I fear that I would seriously screw a child up. Sometimes all it takes is one wrong move, and I know I make plenty.
21. There's enough kids in the world that don't have loving homes that I would feel guilty every time I looked at my kid.
22. We're still kind of kids ourselves -- still trying to find our place in the world and settle into a more comfortable life. IF we ever changed our mind (and there's a lot of ifs in this sentence), it wouldn't be until all the issues were resolved or dissolved. I was fortunate to have a comfortable upbringing; that's another thing too many kids go through is a lack of such.

I can't think of much more than that right now. It's a little early for my thinker to be tickled too rough anyway. If I come up with more, I'll add 'em as another post with a linkback.