Embracing the kook within

Historically I have never been what you would call a joiner.

It's all too much, man. Too much work.

It's why I don't have friends. It's why I find my own things and bury myself in them. Hell, it's why this blog has not died a raging fiery inferno death – because I do it whenever I please and big middle finger when I don't.

But my husband, he's a joiner. He gets all up IN all kinds of shit. And he does it because he's good at it. I support that. How could I not? It makes him happy. Happy him, happy me.

So in a grand gesture of solidarity and total outside-my-comfort-zone-ness, I am donning my brand spanking new JustUsGeeks tshirt, hauling around my weight in purple bluish memefont flyers, and going to a comic & toy convention.

Yeah, that's right. You heard it here first.

 

But you know what's crazy? I'm excited. Like, stupid excited.

So by the time you read this, Josh and The Guv and I (Catch that? Did you? Yeah, I said my name and his name but not Lucy's name. More on that later.) will be tooling off toward Kentucky. Or, well, Friday morning. So whenever you read this in relation to Friday morning. Because I think I'm going ahead and publishing this tonight.

 

See it? It's already happening. DARING.

Wish me luck!

Things I thought while randomly awake

Normally I sleep pretty well in between toddler wakings.

And yes, Lucy still wakes up. She has slept through the night once in two years.

I can hear you judging me.

But anyway, this past week I woke up lots of times when Lucy and Josh were both snoozing pretty heavily. I wouldn’t call it insomnia because I never stayed awake for very long, but during the awake spurts I (for one reason or another, I blame dreams or something) I found myself pondering some fairly off the wall things.

I shall list those things for you now, because lists are fun.

In no particular order:

Teeth
Breastfeeding
Surgery
That movie Awake where some actor I can’t think of right now and am too lazy to IMDb has surgery and the anasthesia worked just enough to paralyze him but not enough so that he was unconscious and Jessica Alba was his girlfriend
The Stephen King story with a remarkably similar premise but the dude is having an autopsy instead of surgery
Bras
Boobs
Ridiculously large nipples
(this is where I kind of realized how strange my lines of thinking were becoming)
Posting a blog about thinking weird things
Tina Fey and how we could maybe be friends
How lots of people probably think they could be friends with Tina Fey and probably she hates that
Being a celebrity
Playing the piano
Tacos
That big Taco-Bell-has-poop-tacos fiasco some years back
How anything could be put in the food we buy prepared
Once Josh and I went to this restaurant in Oxford and my shrimp smelled and tasted like urine
Probably that means I’ve eaten rodent urine
Maybe we should eat out less
The kitchen floor needs to be mopped
How is it possible that my children can eat anything at all and half of it still ends up smeared on the floor
Sleeping is good but I wish it were optional.

 

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