Keaton and I are on day 2 of Attack of the Green Snot, which means jammies, couch, blankets, Cars, PBS and Kleenex. So. Much. Kleenex. Between this, school Halloween events, 2 birthdays and a funeral I really feel like we’re not communicating anymore, Internet. I feel us drifting apart and I see the way you look at those other blogs. The ones that actually write meaningful content that makes you laugh or think. I see how happy they make you but you should probably know that they are all WHORES and probably have syphilis. I hope it was worth it.
Even though you’re probably cheating on me with Women of the Interweb Night, I still love you and and really want you to know all the super exciting things that have been going on in my really important life.
*Bill got Effen Vodka, a shaker and all the fixings for Martinis (so yeah, a bottle of vermouth and lots of olives) for his birthday. I’m telling you this simply so you can bookmark this date as the decline of our productivity and increase in heavy drinking. Goals! We make them! With vodka.
*My five year old has already started planning her family and has informed me that she is planning to have 5 children when she “gets big enough to drive a car” (in other news, please join me in my new Lobbyist group that will shamelessly pay off congress to push the driving age from 16 to 37.) She will have 3 boys and 2 girls and their names are as follows: Johnny, Caden, Junior, Chandelier and Fuchsia. I love the subtle beauty of the girl names. My daughter is nothing if not classy.
*Last night we went to the memorial service for the Deps’ dad. Having been through the loss of a parent, I was so torn up for Jay and Lisa and couldn’t even begin to fathom Mavis’s pain (who was released from the hospital for the service but had to go back afterward). As hard as this was for them, they really pulled together and Jason’s eulogy was such a perfect tribute to his dad. I was beyond awed at his strength. Do you want to know what else I was beyond awed at? ALL THE PICTURES OF THE DCFI. You guys. It was seriously like walking into my own personal blogging goldmine. Here is the DCFI in a neon windbreaker. Here is the DCFI in an awesome prom tux. Here is the DCFI in WHO KNOWS WHAT I AM TO DISTRACTED BY HIS SUPER POOFY HAIR.
“I’m really conflicted right now.”
“How can I tactfully take out my phone and take pictures of these pictures?”
“You can’t, Christy. You have to make a choice.”
I want you all to know I chose tact but it was probably not as easy of a choice as it should have been.
*Have you guys taken the Autism Spectrum Quotient? After seeing a bunch of links to it on facebook I decided that it was a definite improvement over the folks that take the “What sexual position are you?” test and “When and how will you die” test so I went ahead and took the thing. I did it during lunch in between Keaton’s requests for this and that and I really didn’t pay too close attention to how I was answering so when I scored this:
Whaaa? Then I took it again and scored the damn 24 again. Now do I believe I have a propencity for behaviors common with those on the autism spectrum? No. I just don’t really like people very much. See how that works? It skewed my answers.
*Keaton’s bracelet broke off this week and I cried.
She made Keaton a red, white and blue one last 4th of July and those little braided strings somehow became a symbol, a mascot of sorts, of our summer. Keaton loved the bracelet, it never bothered him, he never asked for me to cut it off- which is pretty surprising for him. Bill and I were out to breakfast on Sunday and I felt something poking me inside my shoe. When I pulled the shoe off, the bracelet fell out. I have no idea how it got in there, other then an educated guess that involves my son’s love of footwear. I’m just really grateful I found it so I can tape it in his baby book. When I think of his summer of 2, I will always remember that tiny bracelet tied around his wrist.
*We haven’t taken the kids to the pumpkin patch yet this year. I think Rowan is seriously expecting CPS to come knocking on our door to save her from her terrible parents.
*I think I’m going to go ahead with Nablopomo again this year, you lucky Internet, you. Jen is doing it too, and maybe Heather if you go vote in her poll. In all honesty I’m going into this with more of a photo emphasis in mind because I just don’t see how I will find time to write any sort of meaningful content everyday, but it was really such a great experience last year that I want to try it again.
I am also tentatively planning to do some book reviews. On my nightstand right now for non-fiction is The Out of Sync Child and Nurture Shock and my fiction line-up is Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet, Water For Elephants, Shiver, Love Walked In, Belong To Me and Bill and I are planning to start reading the Percy Jackson series aloud. This is sort of an ambitious list (for me, anyway) but we’ll see how far into things I get.
And now, time for a cold medicine induced nap, Internet. I hope this post shows you how serious I am about this relationship and how I really don’t want syphilis, so, you know, enough with the whores.