Jude Jepsen Hudson

Day Four

Well, things are still going great this side of my four-hour laborious flight.  I did pick up a slight case of jaundice.  But the doctor said heading to the tanning salon (or just sitting in the sun — these are tough economic times, you know) would help get everything back to normal.

I’m still suffering from a little bit of jet-lag.  I just can’t seem to get my nights to feel like days and my days to feel like nights.  I’m okay with it, but I think it may be aggravating my elderly housemates (aka Mommy and Daddy).

I also get the munchies a lot.  There just doesn’t seem to be a time when I don’t feel like a snack.  Others are saying that I should space my meals out a bit.  But I don’t know, if the buffet’s going to keep putting out free food, then I’m going to keep eatin’…know what I mean?

Brother Elijah’s a real cool dude.  But he tends to really like Mommy, too, and we struggle sometimes over who gets to sit in her lap.  The other day he walked right up to Mommy while we were snuggling and said, “Mama hold me…put baby on the floor!”

And I’m like, “Dude, you got her for two years to yourself, and now I’m makin’ up for lost time!”

Birthday

Well, after a short and relatively calm flight, I’ve finally arrived in Mommy’s arms.  Boy, does she live up to her billing!  She’s cuddly, cute, and the best darn short-order cook this side of the Mississippi.

My plane left sometime around 6:00am this morning.  And after several hours of flight attendants running this way and that, I touched down at 10:12am.  Mommy was the greatest, welcoming me with kisses and a warm meal.

For whatever reason, this airport conducts some sort of screening upon arrival, whereby they check height and weight.  For the record, my Brother was slightly more hefty than I am.  My specs were 19-and-three-quarter inches, and 7lbs almost even…and remember, ladies, I’m still single.  And, for the record, I’m officially going by the name Jude, not JJ…cause that name is reserved for my Uncle JJ.

Daddy got us a plush hotel for a couple days, so you can give me a holler while we’re here.  Or, if you’d rather, we can party it up here in the room.

Finally, I’ll leave you with a shout-out to all of you, my friends…

Pre-Arrival

Soft, warm, gentle…these are words that describe my current living situation.  But I have to say that I’m growing out of my space.  It’s getting a little cramped in here, though that may better describe the feelings of my landlord.

My Roommates

I’ve got a plan, though.  I’ve secured a new home in the same neighborhood.  I get my own room right off of the living quarters of a nice young couple, whom I’ve nicknamed Mommy and Daddy.  There’s also another housemate down the hall named Brother Elijah…he must be a Christian or something.  He’s surely not a monk, because he talks up a storm — I about wet my womb once when he was talking about an abominable snow monster!

If my calculations are correct, my movers should be showing up around March 7th, but I wouldn’t mind getting out of here a little early…I hear the new place has wonderful milkshakes.

While you’re waiting for my arrival, you can visit my brother’s site at elijahhudson.com