I have had to debate a lot about what I’m going to write today. Generally, I am very upbeat about what I’ve been through. I just brush it off as a learning experience, or roll my eyes and laugh. I joke about cults, about Lord of the Rings, etc. And most of the time it’s accurate; I really do have a happy, full life that doesn’t leave me a lot of time to focus on the past. This is a good thing.
Had some girlfriends over with their daughters for a little pre-Christmas festivity. Lovely day; gossiping and toddlers playing well together (and sharing! OMG!). And of course, baking cookies with Miss Ella, who also drew me a really nice picture of Princess Fiona. She’s such a sweet girl, and a lot like I was at the same age. Except if Ella had met me then, she would have talked me down. She can talk me down now, which is pretty impressive.
I have decided to retire the blog I was keeping for my son. Mainly because I just don’t have time to update it. Baby books exist to make moms feel shitty. This includes online ones. However, that does mean there will occasionally be picturespam here. I can’t resist; the damn kid is so cute.
I generally maintain an attitude of being “not into Chick Flicks.” Which really isn’t true. There are lots of movies I love that are definitely “chick flicks,” like Thelma and Louise, Romy & Michelle’s High School Reunion, Mean Girls and most anything from the early 90’s starring Meg Ryan. Also, in light of The Nostalgia Chick’s beautiful series on Meg Ryan and the definition of a Chick Flick, I don’t feel right just dismissing the genre anymore.
Okay, so I have said before that I love Hoarders. It’s addictive as hell. In part it’s because I have some hoarding tendencies myself. I love to “upcycle” and “repurpose” things (and I love that doing that has a name now!), so it can be very difficult to throw things out. Further, lets just say I’m not a natural housekeeper. The place gets trashed pretty easily. And of course ADHD plays a role; when things get too messy or chaotic, it’s very difficult for me to find a “point of entry” to getting the house back in order. And when I start feeling like that, it’s time to put on Hoarders and chuck some stuff.
Hello readers. I know I’ve been lying low. As I wrote the other night, I had a little vacation of sorts; a two-day trip to Portland, which was awesome for so many reasons. It’s Christmas time, so everything was lit up and decorated. I haven’t been to Portland proper in a couple of years – I think the last time I hung out downtown was before I started dating Chip. I love downtown, and sharing it with the boy was amazing. He’s walking totally on his own – in fact, we had many, many rounds of “If you don’t hold Mommy’s hand, Mommy will carry you.” I was not prepared for him, at thirteen months, to snatch his hand away from me and yell, “NOOOOOOO!” And although I used to laugh at toddler leashes, Santa is definitely bringing us one this year.
I’m taking a little trip with my mom this week, She’s taking a class and I am tagging along for the change of scenery. It’s nice for Chip to have some time to himself, too. I’m very excited to take E to his first “big city” experience in downtown Portland. Given how much he wants to walk I didn’t even bring the stroller. We don’t have anything we have to do while we’re here, and we’re right downtown. Plus, he’s going to flip at Powell’s, That kid loves books more than almost anything except for Dada, Tseese and Kuh-tuh.
I’m sorry that this post has taken a few days. Given that the time immediately after Tentmoot’s epic demise was insane stressful, I wanted to make sure to recount it accurately. Which meant comparing notes with Diamond and Little Sam. In addition, I’ve spent the last few evenings chatting with them and Bob online, which is the first time we’ve all talked together since that time. It has been wonderful; although we lived as a group for less than a year, we forged bonds that evidently cannot be cut. I thought that by virtue of being the closest to Andy, that having been the “mouthpiece” for his lies so often, that having stayed for so long meant that I could never be anything but the enemy. But I was wrong, and I am grateful for them every moment.