i second that emotion

The problem with me ("just ONE?" the chorus sings) is that I make promises I can't follow through on. Redesign! Monkey bread! BIG news!

I'm in a bit of a creative hell hole. I only want to do creative things during that pesky time between, oh, 8am and noon. Which would be fine and dandy except I'm WORKING. On quite substantially NOT creative things. And by the time I get home and the kid goes to bed, I'm overwhelmed by my choices:

"Do I watch Glee?

Or do I update the blog?

Or do I read a book?

Or do I work on those essays?

Or do I edit some video?

Or do I scrap a couple of pages?

Or do I upload some pictures to Flickr?

And when am I going to catch up on Fringe?"

Which leads to "Fuck it. I'm taking a bath and reading my gigantic book*. Good night."

And that is why, when I update my blog from work, it's full of fun sounding things, and by the time I can sit down at my computer and actually, you know, SHARE those things, well, I just don't want to any more.

Tonight's not any different.

I've packed my suitcase. I've packed Emma's suitcase. Fred's packed his suitcase. We depart tomorrow morning at a stupid early hour.

Our sump pump has broken. And been fixed.

Our tires went flat. And are being replaced as I write.

Our will is waning. Also, as is often the case with me, I'm tired.

(The tire thing? Yeah. NOT a metaphor. Like, actual FLAT TIRES. Ha.)

But I will give you something. Not monkey bread. And definitely not a redesign. And probably not a platform migration (seriously, with the link updating? That's gonna take some time). Okay, TWO things:

1) RSS feed. Kind of. Subscribe to my Tumblr feed. It'll tell you when there's a new post here. It'll also share all of my Twitter posts (because I originally set it up as an archive for Twitter... and I'm too lazy to change it right now).

1.5) BONUS SOMETHING! Speaking of Twitter, behold: my husband

2) I got a job. Er, another job. A, uh, second job. At a library. Like, an honest to god library, with books and shit. It's not a librarian position, but I'm at the top of the list. And this library? It's real purty.

*1,074 pages. ONE THOUSAND AND SEVENTY FOUR. Oof.

let's just take a step back. no, i was wrong, i'm sorry, take a step forward.

Big news to come on monkey girl. Okay, not, like, CRAZY big. Not LIFE-CHANGING big. Not even, shake-the-earth-a-teeny-bit big. But, you know, big for me.

Actually, multiple news items are coming down the pike, including:

- Possibility of an RSS fee for this mother, so you can stop randomly checking.

- Site migration to another blog platform, goddess help us all.

- AUTOMATED POSTING, bitchez. I have so so so SO much to tell you that it's just too much for one post, so -- GET THIS -- I'm going to write individual posts and then... wait for it... set them to post automatically. I know. The brilliance. It is mind-blowing.

And let us not forget the aforementioned big-but-not-too-big-let's-not-get-too-crazy-about-this news.

dun dun DUN.

(You guys all got the movie reference in the title, yes? YES? Please say yes so we can still be friends.)

list

Among the things I want to tell you about soon:

• tea parties!


• amazing friends


• me & my black thumb


• finishing school


• exciting library wheelings and dealings


• monkey bread

But before I get to that, I just have to say, you guys? The shoe thing? Is OUT. OF. CONTROL.

coming soon

I'm happy today. Why?

Because last night, after avoiding schoolwork by baking not one but TWO sugariffic items, then watching Flash Forward, and The Office, AND Happy Town, during which I may have poisoned myself with all of that sugarifficness, ending up with a headache and bad mood, I decided this morning to take some ibuprofen and sing Concrete Blonde in the shower, thus resulting in 1) a good mood, and 2) the LONGEST SENTENCE I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, HOLY GOD.

So, kittens, later (tonight, though next week is probably more accurate) I'll have pictures of my sugariffic awesomeness in baking AND LATER later (next year) a Very Special Anniversary Post dedicated to my schmoopikins, Suo Ewan Fred.

(Monday is our wedding anniversary. Seven years. Color me embarrassed when, while visiting with new friends and learning that their anniversary is around the same time, I piped up with "Yes! Eight years for us!" and Fred quietly says, "Seven years." I smiled sheepishly and may have said, "I don't like math.")

And now, I must leave you to do this dreary thing they call "work." Surely there's a better term for it.
Oh, yes.

Torture.

plans

This summer, I will:

take more pictures.

create a craft
space that looks like a candy store.

drink wine with friends.

kiss
my husband without being interrupted.

sit on the beach under a
yellow striped umbrella.

I'm here. Not dead. Not even close.



Well, except I think the canker sore in my mouth might be trying to kill
me. Slowly, but steadily. Little bastard.



So I have two-ish weeks of school left. EVER. That's good.



And I invited a gaggle of 4-year-old girls to our house for tea this
weekend. I have to stop saying "I'm having a tea party" because people
look at me funny and start scoping my car for W bumper stickers. And
then I have to explain, "No, no, a REAL tea party, not those dumbass
fake ones that make no sense." And then they nod and smile and I don't
think they believe me so then I have to propose to them (if they're a
woman) or encourage them to marry their boyfriend (if they're a man)
just so that they'll understand my HIGHLY LIBERAL POLITICAL LEANINGS.
Dammit.



I think I'm a little angry today. See, I'm ashamed of my home state, who
has decided to promote and support racism. Boycotting Arizona seems
like a good idea, except that my mom works there and needs the money and
so instead I'm campaigning to "Move My Parents Out of Arizona."
Contribute to the fund by buying them a house in Illinois.



I'm also angry because I think discrimination of all types in our
country is out of control. I read two separate, unrelated articles about
transgender discrimination and I wanted to punch my computer. People
can be horrid, evil beings. And I feel so powerless. Except that I want
to raise my child to see the differences in people and appreciate them.
And then treat them ALL with respect. Yes, people are different. And
that's a good thing. So that's where I'm going to focus my energies.



I am also angry because of the canker sore on my lip with aspirations of
murder. Fucker.

black tongue

So technically I'm not DONE done. I still have a class. Allegedly.

But I do have all of this supposed free time now. And I have a mental list of everything I want to do in that free time:

• paint my hallway


• install crown moulding in my living room


• sew pillow covers for... uh, pillows. duh


• scrap my life since 2002


• clean. no, really


• print and frame photos for the bedroom


• read a bazillionty books

Instead, I eat pizza flavored goldfish and watch Parenthood on Hulu. And torture my husband.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs