What Blog?

Hey look!  A blog!  And it’s got my name on it and everything!  It’s like it’s mine or something.

Well shit.

I’ll be back soon.  I’m sure I have stuff to tell you, but I can’t for the life of me think of what it is.  Also, I’m not really coherent enough to actually tell you any stories anyway.  So… yeah.  Nothing to say, and not intelligible enough to say it if I did have something.  Which I don’t.  Really.

Wait… my mommy is in town helping me out this week.  She’ll take Ash up to Oklahoma next week so everyone can see him (they probably won’t get to at Christmas because I won’t want to travel with a new baby.  Plus the two of us usually take a trip up there in the summer anyway) So that’s something, right?

Oh, and I danced last weekend.  There are pictures.  It’s embarrassing.

I should probably go to bed now.

Blog Fail

So things keep happening around me and I keep thinking, “I should totally blog about this,” and then I totally forget about it because I suck.  So, you would have more blogs if it weren’t for the fact that I am an absolute failure at all of this nonsense.  I’ll go back a few weeks and try to remember stuff:

First Scarby started.  For those of you not in the know, Scarborough Renaissance Festival started a few weeks ago.  We went opening day and saw lots of familiar faces.  Some of them were welcome, and some were very much not, but they were seen none the less.  My bestest friend saw her ex, and it triggered a huge turning point for her.  This is a good step.  He seems to have a profound and unhealthy effect on the women he dates, but that’s really not the point.  Anyway, the point is a good time was had by all.

The next day I spent with my in laws while Aaron spent the entire day out at Scarby again (this time to work).  I got some crafty stuff done and such.  The rest of the week was not very eventful.  Friday came around and Lissa and I went to the Fort Worth Zoo in search of donkeys.  They didn’t have any, but we got some fun footage of animals and us being silly.  Ashton tried to run us both ragged while we were there.  My parents got to the house an hour or so after we did, and we all went out to dinner.  The night ended with Lissa and I desperately trying to finish editing footage from the previous week in a timely manner.  Not sure we were all that successful.  Aaron and Dad did other geeky stuff.

Next night was dinner with the whole family for my sister Tasha’s belated birthday.  I think that the restaurant was trying to immobilize us with all the food they gave us, but we managed to waddle out of the restaurant on our own.  We made mead that night.  And we stayed up LATE again.

Easter Sunday happened.  My parents left that morning, I spent the day with Aaron’s family (without him) and the kids ran around and wore themselves out.  I got Ashton a really cool Easter basket, which I failed to take pictures of because I suck like that.  It had some candy and a Cat in the Hat plush and the book.  He overlooked the stuffed animal at first, but now he’s sleeping with it and dragging it around.  Too cute.

I’ll do a whole other post about the pregnancy in a few days.  Just don’t have it in me right now.

Adventures in Mommy-hood

I really have nothing of interest to say here, but I have an amusing story and have not posted in a while, so here goes.

On Saturday the 14th Ashton spent the night at his aunt Judy’s.  There’s no great mystery as to why, so I won’t go into the gory details here.  Aaron went to teach class that afternoon, and as Ashton napped I got his bag prepared for an overnight stay.  In the process I snuck his glow worm out of bed and set it in the side pocket of his bag.  The last I had checked it had still been there.

Aaron came home from class, rested a few minutes, and headed out to drop off the small child while I stayed home and made myself pretty for the party we were going to.  (Some friends were celebrating their 20th anniversary.  And you thought we stayed home and did something naughty, didn’t you?)  We went out, had a great time, and life was good.

The next day Aaron’s parents went and picked up Ash so that we could go and have our real date.  We went and saw Coraline which was awesome and wonderful and much creepier than I expected.  We then went to the in-laws to have dinner and hang out.  On our way out that evening I looked everywhere for Glow the Glow Worm.  She wasn’t in his play room, nor was she in his bag.  Gerry said that she hadn’t seen Glow, and that she was probably still at Judy’s.  We stopped over there (a whole block away) and asked where they thought the toy might be.  They hadn’t seen it either, and didn’t remember it being in the bag.  I spent the whole drive home fretting that we had lost her.  We got home, put the sleeping boy in his bed, and there, sitting on the pillow, was the stupid Glow Worm.  He had seen her in his bag and put her back where she belonged.  Crisis averted.

He doesn’t really need the Glow Worm to sleep, I guess.  It’s become like a security blanket, and at home he uses it as a second night light (his room can get kind of dark).  But I didn’t want to find out what putting him to bed without her would be like.  Thankfully I don’t have to.

I need maternity jeans.  My belly is out growing my pants, and if it doesn’t have drawstrings or elastic bands, I don’t wear it.  The only pair of jeans I really wear anyway have gotten just slightly too tight, and I’ve been wearing them with a rubber band.  I’m tired of rigging my clothing so that it fits.  I have maternity clothes (that I’ve gotten back out recently) but as far as pants go, everything is summer wear.  I have shorts, and Capri’s.  No jeans.  This needs to be remedied.

Amusing Conversations

We have not been drinking.  Let me make that perfectly clear.  Lissa and I have been hanging out tonight (to make up for the lack of hanging out Friday night) and things have gotten slightly out of hand.  Just now my husband told me he was going to head to the “Bed Womb” and go to sleep.  Lissa even commented about how we have a wardrobe in there now for extra storage, and how considerate that was of me.

Maybe I should back up a bit.

Even though I am NOT A KNITTER I seem to be spending a considerable amount of time on Ravelry.  There is a group of rubberneckers on there that are really good for a laugh sometimes.  Somehow this thing came up.  Really I can’t imagine why anyone would want one of these, let alone want to knit one.  I made the comment that I do not want one of these, but Lissa seemed to think that I desperately need one.  I can’t seem to express strongly enough that this is not the case.  Thanks to this (and everyone refusing to take my side in the matter, because apparently everyone needs a cuddly womb) a plethora of bad puns have ensued.

Aaron “What’s wrong with multiple wombs?  We live in a three womb house.”

Lissa “It’s true that studies show people are more comfortable in a multiple womb home.”

You can see how this could continue to be something painful and mind-numbingly STUPID!  The puns hurt my head.

Also on the schedule for tonight has been royally screwing with my new friends head.  See, Lissa felt that I didn’t have enough play things, so she introduced me to her friend Gavin.  He’s amusing, to say the least.  I have yet to break his brain, but not for lack of trying.  Lissa is convinced that it isn’t breakable.  This just means I’ll have to try harder.  (To be fair I haven’t really tried yet.  Have mostly been getting a feel for what kind of person he is, and I think he’s been doing the same with me.  She advocates that he’s a horrible person, but he seems nice so far.  We’ll see.)  Tonight we decided to gang up on him tonight, which has proven to be both fun and educational.  Mostly for him.  He’s getting to see some of my true colors.  Because up until now I’ve been a precious sweetheart, and have yet to threaten him.  This has all changed.

I think I may have to hit him.  He lives in Kentucky.  This could be a problem.

Brief Dialog From Bed

Last night it was a bit cold in our room.

Aaron:   Stop trying to suck away all of my warmth!  Let me warm up a bit first and then I’ll warm you up.  I’m almost there.

Me        *Sulks, waits a couple of seconds, and curls back around husband*  Are you warm yet?

Aaron:   No!  Be patient.

Me:        But you said you were almost there!  You lied!  You’re a liar.  If you were wearing pants they would be on fire.

Aaron:   Oh and you would just love it if my pants were on fire, would you?

Me:       Yes!  Then you’d be warm!!!

Too Cute

Awww.  I said that I would update weekly and you people actually believed me?  That’s just precious!

So there will be proper content later on.  Stuff that is not about my political views.  Actually I’ll probably have a giant picture post regarding Halloween night.  Maybe not.  Who knows.

For now I have a precious little story to share.  (Mommy blog alert!  You have been warned)  My darling little boy has not been taking the best naps lately.  It’s making my life a bit more… exciting than usual.  Today I set him down for his nap, shut the door, and left him in there to figure it out as I usually do.  This is the only method that seems to be any success at all.  As usual just a few short minutes later I could hear him playing and making a mess in there.  I waited until the noise stopped (about 20 minutes?) and went to check on him.

His grandmother on my husband’s side gave him this nifty little push car thingie for his birthday last year.  It’s based on Winnie the Pooh and has lots of buttons and pulleys and horns and such, so it makes plenty of noise.  There is no off switch.  It’s his favorite toy.  He was apparently playing on it when a nap attack finally overtook him.  I opened the door to his room, found that he had emptied his diaper bag and made a general mess of it (he knows that there are sometimes snacks in there) and then fell asleep riding his Pooh car.  He had put his head down on the wheel, and passed out.

I really wish I had thought to grab the camera before I picked him up and put him to bed.  As it is you’ll just have to imagine it.  Sometimes he’s just so cute!  I’m fairly certain this is why we keep him around.

More real content later.  Eventually.

Because I Like To Steal From My Friends

RED
1. Closest red thing to you? A mail opener
2. Last thing to make you angry? My charming adorable wonderful son BIT me yesterday and that made me a bit angry.  I wasn’t in the best mood this morning either.
3. Do you have a temper? Heeeee!  You asked… and you think… and… HA!  (I’ve been known to get peeved somewhat easily.  I am, after all, a Scorpio).
4. Are you a fan of romance? I like my smut to have an aspect of fantasy in it.  Oh you mean in real life?  Sure, some romance would be nice, but it’s not always a priority.

ORANGE
1. Closest orange thing to you? A lighter that I have no idea where it came from.
2. Do you like to burn things? Fire is prrrreeeettyyyy.
3. Dress up for Halloween? Well yeah, who doesn’t?
4. Are you usually a warm-hearted person? I try to be.  Don’t always succeed.
5. Are you usually full of energy? Nope.  I have a toddler and everyone knows that they are energy vampires.  He drains me.

YELLOW
1. Closest yellow thing to you? A piece of construction paper that Ash and I were recently playing with.
2. The happiest time[s] of your life? I have no idea.  I guess I’m supposed to say my wedding day – which was nice – or my honeymoon.  Those were great times.  I can’t say the day Ash was born because I was stoned out of my head most of the time and had no idea what was going on around me (had to do a c-section).  Some of the greatest times are when I’m on stage with the rest of the girls and everything just works.  The show goes perfectly.  Those are some of the best times.
3. Favourite holiday? SPOOKY DAY!  I love Halloween.
4. Are you a coward? I try not to be, but I have my moments.
5. Do you burn or tan? Oh I burn.  Bad.  Sometimes I get lucky and it turns into a tan and doesn’t peel too badly.

GREEN
1. Closest green thing to you? A notebook.
2. Do you care about the environment? I think it’s silly not to.  We only get the one planet, and all that jazz.
3. Are you jealous of anyone right now? If I thought about it hard enough, I’m sure I’d think of at least half a dozen people that I have reason to be jealous of (I wish I could sing like her, dance like her, look like her) which is why I try not to think about it.  There’s no point in focusing on others when I could be using that energy to improve those things in myself.
4. Are you a lucky person? I don’t know.  I look around and see that I do have it pretty good, but I don’t know if luck really has anything to do with it.
5. Do you always want what you can’t have? Of course not.  There is nothing that I can’t have.  There are just those things that I do not have yet.
6. Do you like being outdoors? It can be fun.
7. Are you Irish? I think so.  I know I have Scottish back there somewhere, and I have everything else, so it stands to reason…

BLUE
1. Closest blue thing to you? Yet another notebook.  What?  I’m at my desk.
2. Are you good at calming people down? Probably not, but that doesn’t ever stop me from trying.  I really don’t like for my friends to be upset about anything.
3. Do you like the sea? It’s perdy!  I like to visit the beach for a weekend.  Never spent any real amount of time on the ocean though.
4. What was the last thing that made you cry? Probably a really stupid argument or something.  There were a few weeks there when I was really weepy over everything (on hormone meds trying to fix my body.  Made me interesting to be around for a while).  I cried so much during that time that I can’t remember which was the last one.
5. Are you a logical thinker? Curse you and your logic!  I do have my moments though.
6. Can you sleep easily? Again with the laughing and pointing in your direction.  I have a long history of insomnia in my family.

PURPLE
1. Closest purple thing to you? An ad for dish soap.
2. Like being treated to expensive things? I like shiny things but can rarely wear them.  Most of the jewelry that I wear these days I make myself.  But the occasional expensive dinner or other treat is always welcome.
3. Do you like mysterious things? A little mystery is always fun.  Just nothing too mysterious. I guess I like trying to figure things out.
4. Favourite type of chocolate? Dark.  Really I love all chocolate, but a bar of 75% Cocoa is always a treat.
5. Ever met anyone from myspace? I’ve met everyone from myspace.  I just met them before I added them.
6. Are you creative?Meh.  I have my moments.

PINK
1. Closest pink thing to you? An apointment card from the dentist that has only been kept because it has his number on it.
2. Do you like sweet things? Hell, I am a sweet thing (laughs at self for being that stupid).  I do like sweets, but in moderation.
3. Like play-fighting? Wrestling, sure.  But only if I’m winning.
4. Are you sensitive? I have very sensitive skin.  It gets irritated at the littlest thing.  This is why I don’t wear metal jewelry anymore.
5. Do you like punk music?  It’s fun sometimes.  I like most kinds of music, depending on my mood at the time.

WHITE
1. Closest white thing to you? Paper
2. Would you say you’re innocent? Darling, I didn’t even wear white on my wedding day.  I know better.
3. Always try to keep the peace? Between other people, sure.  When I’m part of the argument, never.
4. How do you imagine your wedding? Um… in a gazebo by a pool with all the girls in green and myself in my ideal wedding dress?  Because that’s how it happened.
5. Do you like to play in the snow? Oh yes.  Ashton’s first experience with snow was so much fun!
6. Are you afraid of going to the doctor or the dentist? I hate the dentist!  HATE!  As for the Doctor, I’m only nervous about going when I’m afraid that I’ll get bad news.  This happens often.

BLACK
1. Closest black thing to you? My computer.  Or at least the keyboard.
2. Ever enjoy hurting people? Heee!  They make pretty noises and turn fun colours… sorry… what were we talking about?  Oh right!  It depends on if they need to be hurt.
3. Are you sophisticated or silly? Why can’t I be both?
4. Would you like to go to space? Never really occured to me.  It might be interesting.
5. Do you have a lot of secrets? I have a few.
6. What is your favourite colour? Black and gray are nice.  Deep shades of red and blue are great as well.
7. Does the colour you wear affect your mood? I’ve never considered it.  Probably not.  Though, my mood might affect the colour that I wear.

What Updates?

Okay ladies and gents, I know I’m not very good at this updating business, and I warned you that I would probably not keep this up.  I feel guilty about this and do apologize.  I do have stuff to write about, just not the drive to do it.  So I have a plan (sort of).  I am going to try to blog at least once a week.  I know what you’re thinking, that it’s unlikely that I will manage to blog more than twice a month, and you’re probably right, but I’m still going to try.

Topics you can look forward to in the future…

Individual who’s who blogs.  I will set aside an entire blog for each of the important people in my life.  This way when I talk about the stupid ideas that they put into my head, you’ll know who to blame.

A blog about my hygiene. I know this doesn’t sound interesting, but I have some odd habits that I would like to share with you.  Brace yourselves.

An essay about my concept of love and affection. There are many different kinds of love, and I’ve experienced so many of them.  Just a review of how my idea of love has changed since I was a child.  You know… sappy shit.

Of course, I will also blog as things happen in my life.  So stay tuned, hold onto your seats, and all those other silly sayings.

Yes I’m alive

I know, I know, I’ve been neglecting you all.  I warned you that this would happen.

I don’t really have anything exciting to share with you lately.  The only thing going on in my life is attempting to make Ashton understand what the potty is for.  I can’t begin to tell you how exciting that is.  Yesterday I put him down for a nap and when I checked on him he had pulled both his pants and his pull ups off.  Thankfully nothing was wet.  I’ve discovered that pull ups are considerably more expensive than regular diapers.  It may be time to convert to cloth trainers.  That should make my life interesting.

I belong to a group called the Drunken Damsels.  We are a naughty wench act that roams around North Texas and sings at small Ren Faires.  If you are in or around the area of DFW and looking for an interesting act for your next event, give us a buzz over at The Drunken Damsels.  Now that I’ve gotten the plug out of the way, I can get back to the point.  We are working on recording some stuff.  The cd will be called “Just a Taste” and will have six tracks on it.  It’s a garage band recording, so nothing fancy, but we certainly are having fun with it.  Word of advice: if you plan on recording, don’t share three or four bottles of wine before doing so.  It doesn’t work out well and you end up with some interesting blackmail material.  Moving on.

I’m a belly dancer.  No really, I swear!  I’ve been dancing for over 6 years now.  I know this isn’t really that interesting to most of you, but I’m quite excited.  The studio I belong to has recently started a Multicultural Dance Team.  The purpose of this team is to learn the traditions of different Middle Eastern cultures and dances.  So we get to do the research, and create the choreographies, and then teach it to the rest of the team.  Then we can go to schools, libraries, and museums to give demonstrations.  I’m really looking forward to it!  We will have a featured segment in the upcoming Christmas Hafla in Grapevine TX.

Speaking of belly dancing, I will be performing this weekend, and I’m barely ready.  Like, half the routine is me faking it, but I don’t care.  It’s really the musicians that are being featured here, as it is an entirely new piece.  I can’t wait for everyone to see it (or, I guess in this instance, hear it).

So that’s been my life.  Singing, dancing, and toddler potties.  I guess I don’t need it to be any more exciting.

Hiding On The Internet

So I set up this new blog last night and I’ve started wondering if I did the right thing. Not about setting up the blog itself, that I don’t have issue with. The question is whether I made it too easy to find. It’s fairly obvious to anyone who knows me who’s blog this is.

This is a blog about me. I will not use pseudonyms. I will not mask anything. If I talk about you here, I will name names. That isn’t to say that I’m going to talk trash about everyone here, not at all. If there is someone frustrating me or something I need to get off my chest then I probably won’t say who it is, just describe the situation. If you see yourself talked about here in that way then that’s your problem, not mine.

And this brings me to the point. I wonder if I shouldn’t start a blog that no one knows about. That no one will ever know about. Where I can say exactly what’s on my mind and no one can get mad at me because it’s completely anonymous. I get tired of having to watch what I say on the internet sometimes. I get tired of people starting drama because I voiced an opinion. I have a journal where I can get away with some stuff, but there are still people who read that and it can easily come back to haunt me if I say the wrong thing. It would just be nice to have a place where I didn’t have to edit or censor myself.

It wouldn’t last. I know me. I’d let it slip that it exists, or want to show someone something I wrote about some situation or other, and the next thing I’d know everyone would be getting on to me about the things I said about… whatever.

It’s a bad idea. I’d never go through with it. But it’s still tempting.