This used to only have 4 leaves.
Today is Friday the 13th.
That’s bad luck, right? I’ve never really had much experience with good or bad luck on Friday the 13th, although I do remember that when I was young my dad signed his final hiring papers for a job on such a day – a job that would end up being pretty much the worst thing ever.
But I think that was just the result of general universal shittiness, not really bad luck or anything.
I used to hear stories about people who stayed in their houses or beds all day on Friday the 13th. My opinion is that it would be a good excuse. Maybe I’ll use it someday.
The Steens are embarking on a journey this weekend. We’re heading over to Tuscaloosa, since I’ve never been there and as a student at the University of Alabama I feel I should at least know what it looks like. Then we’ll either geocache our hearts out or head down to Jackson, to laugh at everyone we escaped.
I hope everyone’s year is starting out well. Mine is – I think this could qualify as the best beginning of a year I’ve had in recent memory.
Oh and guess what, my therapist reads my blog (hi, Angela!). While initially I thought that might squick me out a bit, I’ve found it really doesn’t make a difference.
I suppose it’s true that misery breeds creativity – because honestly, I haven’t had much to write about lately. I’ve just been too damned happy. That sounds contrived – but I swear it’s true.
I vow to take lots of pictures this weekend. I have a kickass camera on my phone and I need to use it more often.
So, I leave you with this:
We MAY have convinced Max that butter was a delicious treat. It didn’t last long.
We entertain ourselves the best we know how.
Happy weekend. I’ll be back in full rambley force next week.
I’ve tried before, a couple of years I even got the cards out in time.
I felt very accomplished those years. But it’s been a long time.
So in light of the fact that I’m not organized or competent enough to send out individual paper cards, here:
Also, in the tradition of those lovely people who do a family update letter every year at Christmas, I will do this.
The year started out like they all tend to do.
Resolutions were pretty much abandoned by week 2.
I turned 31.
The institution of marriage was defined by people in all different ways.
Ava lost her first tooth. Max lost several of his.
Lucy turned one.
Josh and I decided to go back to school, and we had our 5 year anniversary.
Josh was in many plays. I was in none.
Max and Ava and Dan were also in plays.
I started going to a for real shrink.
My sister got married.
Osama Bin Laden was killed.
Occupy Wall Street began.
Josh said goodbye to his grandfather.
I registered my domain name and began to blog with fervor.
Josh and I finished our first semester of school online.
And oddly enough, that seems to be all of note I can really remember.
I am giving myself this week of mostly leisure, so you may not hear from me for a while.
I love you.
So I told you that my friend Addie took our pictures.
I expected them to be good, I mean I’ve seen Addie’s work.
What I did NOT expect was for them to be so breathtaking that I actually cried.
I made a great many friends when I was in college the first time. Friends I’ve kept throughout the years – one who I married and unmarried, and many others who I will never ever be without.
Not many of them live nearby, though. It makes for long gobetweens in visits, calls, talks. I end up keeping tabs on people through Facebook and email.
It’s a type of friendship that I don’t really think has been pioneered exactly. It’s a far cry from the world of Beaches, all Bette Midler and Barbara Hershey waiting weeks for responses…I can have indepth conversations, exchange pictures, and gossip just like we were in the dorms again, all with a little bit of wireless internet.
One of those friends is named Addie.
You guys, Addie is straight up one of the most wonderful people in the world. From the time I spent with her in 1999, to exchanging emails and watching from afar as each of her children has been born or found, she has always been a constant. Someone who I know won’t judge or sugarcoat. She is a treasure.
Addie has a photography business. Like many photographers starting out, she works a full time job and she only really has time for her work on the weekends. We’ve talked for years about getting together and making some pictures, but it’s just never happened. Conflicts and time and whatnot.
Until last weekend. We all packed up and squashed into Dan’s truck, drove 45 minutes to an abandoned motel, and prepared to grin and pose.
I hate having my picture taken. I hate it because I always feel self-conscious and fat, my chin is too pointy and my teeth are too big.
But we did it. Addie was sweet and gracious and put up with our weirdness. She had fantastic ideas and she made us feel so…normal. Which is difficult with a family like ours.
When my pictures are tweaked and awesome, I’ll show you. A whole post of pictures.
But until then, I just wanted you to know about my friend Addie, because I seriously love her and I don’t feel like I convey it enough. Also, go and like her on Facebook. It’s worth it just to see all the pictures she posts.
So generally I try to be grateful and focus on happy things and being satisfied.
However, in honor of the upcoming celebration of Pagan commercialism, I submit the following succinct list of things I long for.
Please refrain from bashing my ungratefulness. I readily admit I am selfish to want anything more than what I have…because dude, I pretty much have it made. Health, roof, food, awesome kids. I win.
This week is drawing to a close and oh my GOD can you believe it’s December? That is just crazy. Really, insane.
I mean December is for Christmas and holidays and Hanukah and Kwanzaa.
Max asked me one year if we could celebrate Kwanzaa. However I wasn’t really sure what all that entailed so I told him we could have a menorah and that seemed to appease him.
I generally despise Christmas.
I love giving gifts, it’s one of my favorite things in the world. I just don’t like giving gifts on a strained budget. I want to buy everyone the iPads and iPhones and xboxes they want and I want to watch their faces light up because they got a kickass present from someone who loves them. Me.
I just can’t do that yet. Maybe one day.
Oh, and there’s some exciting happenings with school stuff, maybe I’ll be able to fill you in soon. Yeee!
I am out of sorts with the weather. I love the cooler, but it’s moving a little too quickly into bitter ass cold. And that’s not cool.
Now if you’ll excuse me, Lucy has a permanent marker.