Love is all over the place
Dear Otto,
This week, you and I have been married for a year and a half. Eighteen months! We were eighteen years old when we met, so perhaps that’s why this feels like a momentous time. Next month, we’ll have been married for nineteen months, which is the number of years we’ve known each other.
You and me? We’ve known each other a long time. Also: We are old. But I digress.
In light of our time together and also the fact that 1) I still really, really like you and 2) you are a saint and 3) you are rather adorable, I have been wracking my brain to come up with a single picture that properly encapsulates what it means to me to have you by my side. read more…
But I did get another parking ticket
Hey, does anyone remember the last time I got my hair cut and colored? Anyone?
Let me refresh your memory!
Also note that the date on that post was last MARCH. That was the last time I stepped foot in a salon. Because I was scarred, man. Scarred for life. Also, the parking ticket I got that day turned out to be THREE parking tickets (nice of them to come back and add on, no?), and that just seemed like the final nail in the debacle coffin.
Now, I made a conscious decision over the summer not to color my hair, because I’d rather swim all summer than worry that I’m stripping out my color, but still. Um. Summer’s been over for a while. Otto gave me a certificate for salon for my birthday (back in August) and I just managed to get to the salon… yesterday. read more…
Just looking
As a parent I spend a lot of time watching my kids do stuff. Stuff that I drove them to, mostly. Piano, soccer, Tae Kwon Do, swimming, chorus, WHATEVER; the point is that it’s a typical part of my day to 1) get in the car, 2) drive the children somewhere, 3) sit there and watch them do something, and 4) get them back in the car and go home.
My life is pretty glamorous, I admit.
And I suppose that as they get older and the various STUFF they do takes longer periods of time, I may not stick around. I might just drop off and go on my merry way. (Where will I go? Home to eat bonbons, I hope! Or just across town to drop the other kid at something ELSE, more likely.) But as it stands right now, I usually hang around—along with a slew of other parents—and watch my kids do whatever they’re doing.
And up until recently, that wasn’t a problem. read more…
It always comes back to food
I have to say that I think I’ve empirically proven that misery does, indeed, love company—I found it immensely gratifying reassuring that many of YOU are in something of a funk recently, as well. It hadn’t even occurred to me before that the time change might be a factor, and that’s because I have brain damage. Because I have Seasonal Affective Disorder and OF COURSE the time change is a factor, moron, just like it is EVERY YEAR.
I’ve dug out my trusty full-spectrum light, and we’ll see if that helps.
But just to cover all of my bases, I’ve decided to try some other stuff, too. It just seems like good common sense, no? I mean, SOMETHING is bound to make me feel better. I mean, besides the realization that I’m just sort of being a whinerpants.
And SPEAKING of pants…. read more…
Funky
I’m feeling funky.
Not like, “Check me out, I’m fabulous!” funky, either. More like “GOD, STOP LOOKING AT ME!” kind of funky.
And nothing’s wrong. There is no crisis. There’s only a small and insignificant string of minor annoyances and my inability to cope with them without feeling like I’m having the everlovin’ crap irritated out of me. (And, apparently, my inability to write a sentence that isn’t awkward. Sorry about that.)
This too shall pass, but in the meantime, I’m a real joy to be around.
Seriously, do you want to know how bad it is right now? read more…
Love leaves little signs
The good news is that Chickadee seems to have made a full recovery from her… whatever it was.
The bad news is that Monkey was looking a little punky (hey, that rhymes) yesterday and today… although, of course, you have to catch him either mid-puke or with a raging fever to get him to admit that yes, maybe he’s feeling a mite tired. So we shall see.
The worse news is that I am not feeling so fine, myself. It could just be fatigue, I suppose. Or something wholly unrelated. Or it could be my propensity to tuck a miserable child right into my bed (on my pillow) and give them lots of hugs and kisses, because I believe that’s what Mamas do. No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.
Then again, it’s November; I’m long overdue for my first case of kiddie-crud for this school year. read more…
Let them eat cake
Last night as dinner wound down (which is to say, everyone except Chickadee was done eating, because Chickadee eats with all the speed of grass growing, and I was starting to put things away), I realized I had some strawberries in the fridge that I’d completely forgotten about and were about to be beyond edibility.
One of the very warmest and fuzziest results of the meal planning thing we’ve been doing is that we have greatly decreased the amount of food we throw away. As in, trash night no longer involves pulling huge amounts of food out of the fridge and dumping it in the trash. I hate that. And now that I plan not only meals but the nights that will include freezing foods AND nights we’ll have leftovers, we’re pretty good about using up everything… which makes me feel warm and fuzzy and causes cartoon deer to come to my window and sing me little songs.
So the strawberries, you see, were a problem. read more…
For me; for you; but mostly for them
I hope they will always, always remember the day we drove to the polls to BARACK THE VOTE. (And hopefully not just because I took them to Sonic, afterwards.)
I’d like to buy a “dull moment”
Before I get started on the many and varied tales of this past weekend, I’m going to take a moment to direct you towards my latest gig. I’m really excited about this one, both because it’s a company I admire and because the writing is turning out to be loads of fun, so if you’d come by and visit me at the Iddy Biddy Blog and say hello, I would probably tell you how pretty you are. (Cliff Notes version: It’s a blog about going green for those of us “regular” folks who either cannot or will not immediately give up everything less-than-ideal.)
Okay. So. This weekend! Oh, how we laughed! Oh, wait. No we didn’t.
Look, this may be a little bit disjointed, as I got a phone call at 2:00 this morning and never really went back to sleep, so I’m currently running on PG Tips and, um… well, just the PG Tips, I guess. Hahahaha! See? Now I’m laughing! read more…
And how was your weekend?
Things have been terribly boring here. All we did this weekend was go trick-or-treating, drive down the road in a truck that was on fire, soothe our football sorrows with copious amounts of chicken wings, and drown half a dozen children who didn’t belong to us.
What?
More tomorrow when I can (possibly) string together a cohesive thought.