Fragmented update
There is so much going on everyday, it makes it so hard to blog. To pick out just a couple details of this life and expound. It’s almost impossible when there are years inside some of these minutes.
I’m a salesperson. Can you believe it? I can’t. And I’m good at it and I even kind of like it. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
Cai stuffed a raisin up his nose last week and when he told me I didn’t believe it cause it was a golden raisin. In brighter light I saw it was true and as he started to panic and I gauged whether the tip of the potato peeler would fit up there he had a hugantic sneeze and out it came with a big string of snot. It was glorious.
My mom and I drove past the church yesterday and I didn’t look and she did. She didn’t say anything. I wanted to, but I didn't. This is as close to not dwelling as I come these days.
Last week I went to a garage sale and found a gorgeous sapphire ring for $1. It looks like someone dragged it over a couple blocks of concrete but I’m convinced with some buffing it will be beautiful. Last night I dreamed I went to a garage sale and some Chinese lady sold me an arcade-sized Ms. Pac Man machine for $27. I was so excited I almost lost my mind and when I woke up this morning I was disappointed for the first couple hours. Bummer. That would’ve been so cool.
My friend has had her heart stepped on lately and it makes me want to step on someone’s face. I wonder at my violent tendencies. When it comes down to it I really do believe that an ass kicking will solve just about anything. Intellectual, ain’t I?
Did I say I’m publishing a magazine? A resource guide? Did I mention Bluehaven Publishing? I’m a fuckin’ Antruepenuar.
My boys are so sweet and loving lately most days I don’t deserve them. Of course at this moment they are screaming at each other in the living room over a plastic tree house and two identical Goofy figures from McDonald’s.
My brother is a dad now. I don’t know if that is the true definition. But he made a baby, a sweet-pea who is my niece, a couple of years ago and he just noticed her. Now she’s two and he visits twice a week. I’m holding my breath and praying this girl will have some kind of daddy when it really counts. It counts now, but if he leaves, that’s when it hurts, a little later.
Chocolate dances and sings all the time now. He’s afraid of giraffes and if Cai kisses or hugs or gives me a high-five he has to do the same immediately. The only word he regularly says is ‘nurse’. He can say dog and bubble and hot and all kinds of words, but he uses them increasingly sparingly. My dad calls him ‘The Master of Non-Verbal Communication’ and it is an apt title.
I watched three minutes of an educational cartoon last month about planets and it sent me into such a philosophical tailspin that I’m sworn off Magic School Bus forever.
The other night a friend and I went out and I had a pale ale and calamari. It was so good I’ve been obsessing about it ever since.
Two weeks and we go to Mexico! Cai has now expanded his vocabulary to include: camisa, leche, arbol, pies, and several more I can’t remember. Oh, yes… He says ‘por favor’ and ‘de nada’ all the time. When we go to the gym he says ‘por favor’ and ‘gracias’ to the automatic doors and then (every time) he turns to me and says, ‘The doors said de nada, Mama’. He is also taking karate now. He isn’t napping anymore and the class is at 4:30. Cai has always been the good kid, always the most participatory and capable kid in his class. This was before karate and no naps. Not to say he isn’t into it. There are four instructors. The lead one is German and in a very thick accent he counts off kicks and punches in Japanese. The other students imitate his movements after each count. Cai does also, however he incorporates a jump into every move they demonstrate. Blocks, punches, jabs, whatever – there is jumping involved. He also feels the need to yell out the Japanese number the instructor has just called. So while all the other little good children are patiently imitating moves, mine is deliriously jumping around screaming in Japanese like a crazy person.
I should say that this is an improvement since I have begun to hide from him in class. Before when he could spot me, every two minutes or so he would catch my eye and do one of three things: give me a thumbs up, wave and smile or look at me silly and wiggle his eyebrows up and down. I can’t wait until he’s old enough for a theatre class.
I’m a salesperson. Can you believe it? I can’t. And I’m good at it and I even kind of like it. I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
Cai stuffed a raisin up his nose last week and when he told me I didn’t believe it cause it was a golden raisin. In brighter light I saw it was true and as he started to panic and I gauged whether the tip of the potato peeler would fit up there he had a hugantic sneeze and out it came with a big string of snot. It was glorious.
My mom and I drove past the church yesterday and I didn’t look and she did. She didn’t say anything. I wanted to, but I didn't. This is as close to not dwelling as I come these days.
Last week I went to a garage sale and found a gorgeous sapphire ring for $1. It looks like someone dragged it over a couple blocks of concrete but I’m convinced with some buffing it will be beautiful. Last night I dreamed I went to a garage sale and some Chinese lady sold me an arcade-sized Ms. Pac Man machine for $27. I was so excited I almost lost my mind and when I woke up this morning I was disappointed for the first couple hours. Bummer. That would’ve been so cool.
My friend has had her heart stepped on lately and it makes me want to step on someone’s face. I wonder at my violent tendencies. When it comes down to it I really do believe that an ass kicking will solve just about anything. Intellectual, ain’t I?
Did I say I’m publishing a magazine? A resource guide? Did I mention Bluehaven Publishing? I’m a fuckin’ Antruepenuar.
My boys are so sweet and loving lately most days I don’t deserve them. Of course at this moment they are screaming at each other in the living room over a plastic tree house and two identical Goofy figures from McDonald’s.
My brother is a dad now. I don’t know if that is the true definition. But he made a baby, a sweet-pea who is my niece, a couple of years ago and he just noticed her. Now she’s two and he visits twice a week. I’m holding my breath and praying this girl will have some kind of daddy when it really counts. It counts now, but if he leaves, that’s when it hurts, a little later.
Chocolate dances and sings all the time now. He’s afraid of giraffes and if Cai kisses or hugs or gives me a high-five he has to do the same immediately. The only word he regularly says is ‘nurse’. He can say dog and bubble and hot and all kinds of words, but he uses them increasingly sparingly. My dad calls him ‘The Master of Non-Verbal Communication’ and it is an apt title.
I watched three minutes of an educational cartoon last month about planets and it sent me into such a philosophical tailspin that I’m sworn off Magic School Bus forever.
The other night a friend and I went out and I had a pale ale and calamari. It was so good I’ve been obsessing about it ever since.
Two weeks and we go to Mexico! Cai has now expanded his vocabulary to include: camisa, leche, arbol, pies, and several more I can’t remember. Oh, yes… He says ‘por favor’ and ‘de nada’ all the time. When we go to the gym he says ‘por favor’ and ‘gracias’ to the automatic doors and then (every time) he turns to me and says, ‘The doors said de nada, Mama’. He is also taking karate now. He isn’t napping anymore and the class is at 4:30. Cai has always been the good kid, always the most participatory and capable kid in his class. This was before karate and no naps. Not to say he isn’t into it. There are four instructors. The lead one is German and in a very thick accent he counts off kicks and punches in Japanese. The other students imitate his movements after each count. Cai does also, however he incorporates a jump into every move they demonstrate. Blocks, punches, jabs, whatever – there is jumping involved. He also feels the need to yell out the Japanese number the instructor has just called. So while all the other little good children are patiently imitating moves, mine is deliriously jumping around screaming in Japanese like a crazy person.
I should say that this is an improvement since I have begun to hide from him in class. Before when he could spot me, every two minutes or so he would catch my eye and do one of three things: give me a thumbs up, wave and smile or look at me silly and wiggle his eyebrows up and down. I can’t wait until he’s old enough for a theatre class.
