Blog Salad
I can’t come up with anything cohesive to write, so I figured I’d do another random, mumble jumble post and see how that goes. Sorry if it’s annoying, but I figured I should post SOMETHING.
I’m going to start with a couple of posts that I’ve felt compelled to start, but haven’t been motivated to finish. Mostly because they’re just snippets of thought that don’t warrant a whole post. The original title will be in bold above the excerpt. Enjoy. Or not. Whatever.
Memory Salad
I’m not sure about this post, or at the very least, the title. It came to me in the middle of the night recently. And it’s one of the many things I’ve thought of in the middle of the night, but pretty much the only thing I’ve remembered. I’m cursed with a constant aching memory of that awesome thing I thought of, but now can’t remember. As if my brain wants to somehow keep me, keep YOU, from knowing the actual awesomeness locked inside.
Deja vu. That’s my real problem lately. Sounds, smells, sights. Everything reminds me of something from my past. Some happy memory. Which, I suppose, is better than an UNHAPPY memory.
The smell of cigar smoke? My grandfather. A ripped dollar bill? A high school boyfriend.
The mention of the town where I was born elicits long lost memories of film images of a 2 year old me happily sledding down a slope in the park across the street from my house. THAT brings a memory of a very young (maybe 1 1/2 year old) me standing at my screen door watching ash fall on my front yard as Mt. St. Helens erupts. I can’t honestly say that I have a legitimate memory from back then, but in my mind it’s real.
The past, so much of it not anything that deserves to be remembered, weighs heavily on my lately. What of their lives now will my boys remember? The days spent giggling with glee over flying through the air on a swing? Or Mommy being at her wit’s end and snapping at them over trivial shit?
Da’ Blahs
I got em. I got em BAD.
I’m in a funk and I can’t seem to shake myself out of it. I’m feeling stuck lately. Like, we’re not moving forward, we’re just kind of treading water. Our life is kind of on hold at this point and it’s starting to wear on us. Not on “us” as a couple, but on “us” as individual people.
I spend a ridiculous amount of time online looking for houses. Houses we can’t afford. Houses closer to Santa Barbara. Houses that wouldn’t require we drive an hour each way to get to the shop. Houses that wouldn’t require Dylan start kindergarten HERE. Houses with a nice big backyard, lots of room. CLOSETS. Houses that don’t require tons of work. Houses that don’t consume our weekends.
My baby turned one. He’s quickly becoming a boy. He still looks like a baby, and he certainly ACTS like a baby sometimes, but he’s becoming more…purposeful. I can see that he THINKS about his actions. And our reactions. He plays now…with purpose. His new favorite thing is to play “fetch” with himself. He’ll find a ball and throw it and then crawl after it and pick it up and throw it again. It’s adorable to watch, but it makes me realize he’s not my little baby boy anymore. It makes me a bit sad. But don’t worry, DJ. Not sad in the “I want to get knocked up so I’ll have another baby around” kinda way. At least not yet.
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See…I’m in a FUNK. A funkity funk funk FUNK. I’ve also not been posting cause I’ve been BUSY. Busy working on internet things. Like Hannah’s site, which has turned out nicely. Go ahead and see for yourself. She’s been feverishly working on getting her back story online, so there are a bunch of posts to catch up on. Oh, and when you’re there and you’re wondering, it’s pronounced “shmite”. You’ll know what I’m talking about.
And I’ve also been working on getting my brand spanking new review blog up. It’s big unveiling will be September 1st. Which is MONDAY, in case you’re not keeping track. And just wait until you learn the details. It’s pretty awesome. Even if I do say so myself. I’ve got a kick ass partner, and we’ve got some kick ass stuff to review. And we haven’t even LAUNCHED yet, so I’m really excited about what we’ll have in the coming months…but you’ll learn about all of that on the 1st. Monday. Four days from now.
And Mama & Papa Spohr are coming up to hang out with us this weekend! We’re going to take Dylan out on the boat Sunday morning and then head out on the town with them after wards. They were invited to come along whale watching, but declined due to planned excessive drinking on Saturday not wanting to have to get up too early. Which is too bad for them, because it’s Blue Whale season and I plan on practically molesting one. Or not, because they’re, like, 100 feet long, and getting too close to one would FREAK me the fuck out. We’ll be sure to keep a respectable distance.
I hope you stayed awake enjoyed this random post. I’ll be back to my usual self soon. And don’t forget about NieNie day tomorrow (if you don’t follow AllMediocre, you can catch up here). The details are here. And also? Her Bad Mother’s nephew is sick. Really sick, and I can’t stop thinking about it. So sad. So, if you haven’t already, head over and send them some love, k? Thanks.
It probably shouldn’t have cracked me up, but COME ON…who designed that thing? Really? And by that I mean, what person designed the light switch to make it look like Jesus is sharing his wang with two small children? Not more cosmically/biblically, like who designed the wang to begin with? That’s a good question, though. I mean, there are a few design flaws. But that’s another discussion for another time. 
Happy Monday! Now go visit 
I KNOW!!! Right? Look at those toes! And that fuzzy little head! In that second picture she looks just like my sister. Which is good. Both because she’s a girl and because her big brother is the spitting image of his dad. 
