Oh!  Oh, hey, Blog.  Uh… How’s it, uh, how’s it going?


Ummmm… Ah, listen, I know it’s been a while, and—

Stop. Just, stop.

No, I know, I should have—

No, seriously, stop talking about it.  You’re making this awkward.  Just write something.

Oh.  Okay.  I’ll just, ah … okay.



Well, here we are.  Every year, the month of May chews me up and spits me out.  Not always in a bad way, but sometimes in a bad way.  I was looking through all of my old Word documents, and was surprised/not surprised to find that I didn’t have a single May folder in my documents.  Has every every every May since I started blogging been so insane that I haven’t ever blogged?  Oh, well.  The Blog told me not to make this awkward, so I’ll just leave it at “Peace out, May, let’s try this a little differently next year, eh?”

Time for some Stuff and Things.


I generally try to leave Paul on the periphery of the blog, simply because he’s the kind of dude who wouldn’t enjoy reading sappy/stabby things about himself on the internet… but sometimes I bed my rules.  Paul graduated last month with his Master’s in Math.  This is HUGE.  This is what he’s been working toward since we moved here, and it’s finally happened.  I am CRAZY proud of him, and that’s all I’m going to say about it, damnit.


So, the other part of Paul graduating is that we are now in job-search-mode.  I imagine this is a bit what Kate Winslet felt like on that piece of Titanic door.  Well, I guess Kate was probably fine.  Maybe a little hungry and chilly… but her character, I’m sure, was pretty scared.  Drifting amid debris and dead bodies, waiting for someone to hear her desperate whistle-blows.  You know what?  I think my metaphor might be a tiny bit dramatic, but still.


I need to do a MUCH better job of chronicling my kids.  Right now, Charlie is so, so sweet.  He’s INCREDIBLY sensitive, which can be frustrating, but is generally wonderful.  He cares about his friends, his toys, his plants, and gets very upset if he thinks something bad is happening to them.  He’s very into Star Wars Angry Birds, even though he’s never seen Star Wars, and has only actually played Angry Birds on an electronic device once.  He’s been playing the tabletop version for months now, and will still spend hours playing with it.  I HIGHLY recommend it, although I think you can only find it on the internet at this point.  He has two tiny little puppy toys that he got from a coin machine outside of the grocery store, and has named them Fuzzy and Fuzzy Wuzzy.  He LOVES these puppies.  Like, LOVES, them.


Lucy, wow.  Lucy is a force of nature.  She is very tall, very opinionated, and very bruised right now.  She climbs on everything, falls off of a lot of it, and is better at wrestling than Charlie.  (I swear, I am actively watching her and being a parent.) She loves to dance to music, and loves to sing as well.  Her singing voice sounds a lot like, “Raahhoohraaahhhhhoohraahhhhh.”  It’s hilarious.

She throws some pretty insane tantrums, and it feels like she’s communicating with me like a grown human being much sooner than Charlie did.  She gives neck squeezes and really loud, sloppy kisses.  At this point, watching her and processing her personality is really interesting, and, quite frankly, makes me nervous/eager to find out what kind of an older kid she’s going to be.


I’ve got one really solid extra-curricular goal for my life right now.  All of the other normal goals are still there: be more productive, be a good parent/wife, be healthier, blah blah blah.  My ONE GOAL MY ONE DAMN EXTRA GOAL is to finish my book club book every month.  No excuses.  Netflix will always be there, waiting to melt my brain with a lovely 6-episode-embrace.  I used to read all the time, as much as possible, and now it actually feels a little awkward reading a book by myself.  How in the hell did that happen!?

Right now I’m reading The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender, by Leslye Walton.  I’m about halfway through and enjoying it, for the most part.  I’ll try to write a bit more about it when I finish.

I just finished reading The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff.  It was, UGH, so good.  I cheated on my last book club book with it, and was absolutely satisfied and emotionally attached by the end of it.  If you like historical fiction, a little bit of relationship drama, and a little bit of the supernatural, this one is for you.


Here’s the part where I am usually tempted to promise a blog post sooner than a month and a half from now, but the Blog told me to just shut up about it already, so I will.