That one of the things I love most about this Staying gig, is that I can peruse the aisles of Costco with leisure and even take the time to sample ALL the food offerings?
That I HATE the Dollar store and every time Olathe Grandma tries to foist shit off on me from that place, I want to scream “You worked your ass off your entire life so that you live the Good Life. For the love of God, go to fuckingTARGET.”
That the last month has been pretty hard? A friend confessed to me recently that she had hoped her body would finally “work right” after being pregnant and giving birth to her child. I know exactly what she means. It is becoming increasingly apparent that my body is going back to its messed up normal self. I have been down lately - more like just Battling the Blues type of stuff, but it pisses me off. Logically, I think my life is pretty damned GOOD. Why am I so sad? I was hoping that the DC/VA trip would lurch me out of this rut. Oddly, being pregnant was one of the happiest times of my life - I finally knew how it felt to be Normal and I had hoped that my body would just stay that way. I LIKED BEING HAPPY. Now that I know what it is like for NORMAL people, Battling the Blues is even harder because I’ve seen the Grass and damn straight - it IS Greener.
That my favorite Americano is the one my husband makes? While in VA, we had to do Starbucks the entire time and by the end of the trip, I was really, really craving a nice cup of espresso from our own machine at home. And to think that I complained when he had first brought the RidiculousEspresso Machine home. NOW, that professional grade machine he is lusting after is looking pretty justifiable.
That I am the worst Pet Mama ever? Last week, our kitty Pearson had a stick or dried poop or something stuck in his tail. I tried to get it out, then got distracted before I could get it out. X finally cut it last night only to discover that the tail started bleeding - apparently, that wasn’t a fucking STICK, but actually a fucking VERTEBRAE. Let me repeat that for you in the back - MY HUSBAND CUT OFF THE LAST VERTEBRAE IN OUR CAT’S TAIL. Fortunately, the vet said that is exactly what THEY would have done anyway. Just ON PURPOSE. Why quibble? So, we Watch And Wait to make sure it heals. And yes, I cried at the vet’s office. What’s it to ya?
That last weekend, I wouldn’t let Older Nephew play with my Wallace and Gromit action figures even though X totally gave me crap for it? Dammit, they AREN’T toys. They’re collectibles. Because I am COLLECTING THEM. Get it?
That I may be the literary equivalent of a Little League Mom? I got teary eyed last week when Arun started turning the pages of his books. I want him to love books as much as I do and would be BROKEN HEARTED if he doesn’t. After all, I have been carefully collecting all the Harry Potter super duper supreme editions just FOR HIM. I mean, I don’t enjoy all that magic crap. No sirree.
That I threw away over half of a perfectly good Tippin’s carrot cake today? A cake that Leavenworth Grandma had brought on Monday. I don’t LIKE carrot cake, yet found myself nibbling on it anyway. So, in the trash it had to go.
That change is always hard for me? Even a GOOD change? I was really worried about this blog design, but for once, this has been an EASY change. I love the new design and it really perked me up BlogWise.
That I am afraid my kid might be one of the Beautiful People and what hell will I do WITH THAT? I am pretty average looking (although X thinks I am HOT STUFF. What? He does!) In college, I was always the Wisecracking Sidekick to my Cute and Bubbly Friends. The thought of having a good looking son? What if he turns into one of those very guys that I despised in college? You know - the ones who thought they were God’s gift to women......Egads.