Posts filed under ‘Thanksgiving’
The Further We Go, The Closer We Stay
Brad and I celebrated our 10th (TENTH!) wedding anniversary this weekend, a full month and a half early. Why? Because this was the weekend we could secure an overnight babysitter, that’s why.
Babies: Calling the shots around here since April 2009.
The Finish Line
OMFG THE PLAY IS OVER.
Insert ridiculous office-related clip art here!
(What the fuck is wrong with this dude’s hands?!)
I Get It Now
Back in August of 1995, after my parents hugged me goodbye in my steamy, non-air conditioned freshman dorm room at the University of Kentucky, I watched them walk down the hall to the elevator. As they went to turn the corner, my Mom suddenly burst into sobs. My Dad looked back at me and smiled, took my Mom by the shoulders and led her around the bend. I remember not really understanding why she was so upset.
I get it now.
(Apologies in advance for making you lose your shit at work.)
In The Moment
There is one phrase in the English language that was a cornerstone of my years as a theatre student; something that was repeated ad nauseam in acting classes, in the movement studio, and in countless late night rehearsals.
And no, this phrase was surprisingly not “We are all a bunch of gigantic nerds.”
The Play’s The Thing
A few stats for you:
Sadie’s current weight: 18 lbs
Sadie’s current height: 28.5 inches
Sadie’s pediatrician, who was on Assface Probation after being kind of a prick on the phone: back to his normal, helpful, caring self. Probation lifted.
On Assface Probation indefinitely.
Nine Months
I have a journal that I’m keeping for Sadie, in which I try (TRY!) to regularly write about all the things I want to say to her that she can’t understand right now. It sounds touching, yes, but understand that my main motivation for keeping this journal is that I am morbidly terrified that I will get flattened by a city bus or contract a deadly flesh-eating virus before I have the chance to explain to her that OH MY GOD, when you were nine months old I wanted to dip you in buttercream and devour you whole.
Year in Review
Well, Internet, it’s that time again, believe it or not.
Uh, not THAT time. I don’t actually think it’s ever time to zazzle, unless you want a probation officer.
Positivity
My apologies in advance, Internet. It’s about to get all Debbie Downer up in here.
“Hey, do you think Bob’s single? He’s handsome, smart, and charming. Of course, so was Ted Bundy.”
Two Days, Twelve Years
Well, Internet, if there was an antidote to last weekend, it was definitely this weekend.
Proximity to multiple wineries = antidote to pretty much anything.
Jive Turkey 