oscar wilde

It's been roughly a billion years. Time for an update.

There has been a stupid amount of family and money oriented drama in my life the past several months. And frankly, the thought of going into it makes me tired. However, the upshot of all the upheaval is this:

After spending 39 stinking years stuck in status conscious, yuppified suburban Maryland, I am finally moving!!!

That's right, my folks are selling the house and we are packing up and heading north to artsy, quirky, liberal, crunchy Easthampton, Mass. at the end of the month. I have a shit-ton of stuff to take care of and I am slightly extremely freaked out by all of it; but mostly I am so incredibly relieved and happy that life seems to be finally taking a turn for the better.
oscar wilde

A to Z of me

Snatched from kradical

A - Age: 38 (at least for another 3 weeks)
B - Bed size: king
C - Chore you hate: dishes
D – Domestic Animals names: Xander and Angel Princess (cats)
E - Essential start to your day item(s): Caffeine is preferred but I can get by without it.
F - Favorite color: pink, blue, purple
G - Gold or Silver: Silver.
H - Height: 5'7"
I - Instruments you play(ed): piano
J - Job title: Mom, homemaker, copy editor, model, and personal assistant for my husband and his freelance work. Translation: nothing that actually pays any sort of cash money.
K - Kisses or hugs: Probably hugs.
L - Living arrangements: Right now in my parents rambling 4 bedroom colonial with my husband, two daughters and two cats but will moving in July up to Amherst into- most likely- a condo or townhouse.
M - Mood: Right now, sort of numb
N - Nicknames: don't really have any
O - Overnight hospital stays other than birth: One for a mangled ankle, two on the psych ward. And two for giving birth. (not sure if the birth in the question refers to my own birth or the births of my kids)
P - Pet Peeves: Noisy chewing and the expression "everything happens for a reason."
Q - Quote from a movie: "And the same thing goes for Christmas!"-Head
R - Right or left handed: Left
S - Siblings: one older sister
T - Time you wake up: 7:30 on weekdays, around 9 or 10 on weekends.
U - Underwear: anything but thongs
V - Vegetable you dislike: beets, most varieties of mushrooms
W - Ways you run late: too many to count. I suck at time management.
X - X-rays you've had: dental and ankle ones
Y - Yummy food you make: various egg dishes, pumpkin risotto, tomato sauce, french toast, breaded chicken cutlets, roast potatoes, beef stew, pasta ceci, chocolate cake, crab cakes, various soups.
Z - Zoo favorite: otters and sea lions

Age Meme Thing

So I was supposed to write about being 24. But my memory is hazy so I may be wrong about some stuff.

I was 24 in 1998. After getting kicked out of the Land of a Thousand Nuns, I went to work at a daycare center. I really enjoyed working there and loved the kids and felt productive and useful for the first time. I was an assistant teacher and sent in to help wherever they needed me, so I got to know all the different classes. However I was not certified to work in the infant room and had received no training in that area. Yet I was still sent there. One day I was assigned to infant care and was changing a diaper on a kid about a year old who was squirming a lot. He took a tumble off the changing table. He was ok, but I was fired. It totally gutted me because I had really grown to love those kids. And I was really angry because I felt like I'd been pushed into violating the rules and was being pushed aside so the owners could cover their asses and not get caught at disregarding safety regulations.

After that, I wasn't sure what to do with myself, so once again I enrolled in school. I neglected to put my last school on my transcript so I was able to get accepted. This time around I went to a state school and decided I was going to major in American Studies. Just what I was going to do with that, I had no idea. And I still don't. Not that it matters, because I flunked out after a semester anyway.

I undoubtedly was dating someone, but I'm not sure. I'd been on again and off again with Alex since I was 19. I think at this point we were on again.

Comment if you want a year

Funny Stuff Wot My Kids Have Said

Mollie's newest non sequitur of joy- "Ice Cream Cookies!"

"Can we paint after school? We can paint a unicorn pooping jelly beans!"- Maddie

Maddie on making crescent rolls: "I'm ready to roll like it's 1999!"

"I think my farts sound like dolphins"- Maddie

"I want to be the King Princess"- Mollie

Maddie singing: "Pikachu wants to come give you hugs and kisses on Valentine's Day"

"Gamma why do people talk?"- Mollie to my mom.

"Are fairies mammals?"-Maddie

Question Meme

Sending out a request for some questions to answer. I'd like to start writing in here some more, but I keep drawing a blank on what to say. I think answering some questions would be a good jumping off point. If you'd like me to come up with questions, too, just let me know.


Let's see. Am now a year older than when I last posted. Whee. Am adjusting to a new medicine schedule of taking all my pills at night instead of dividing them up half in the morning half at night. Still get drowsy, but am getting more stuff done.

Had a good time at Balticon a couple weeks ago. Especially enjoyed getting dolled up in Renaissance wench garb and going out for vast quantities of sushi. Also being part of an imaginary harem was quite amusing.

Kids continue to be insane and entertaining. Maddie is now obsessed with animal life cycles and all things Japanese. Mollie has become like head explodingly cute. And weird. I mean, she always was, but she cracks me up now with the stuff she says. The other day she walked up to Andy and said, very sadly, "I don't have any bones." No idea where that came from. She also won't leave the house without goggles on--calls them her sunglasses. And she's been getting upset that she can't wear her bear mittens too-- but,seriously, it is way too hot. Maddie has also reached the age where she likes to tell jokes, most of which make no sense or are really bad. Which just makes us laugh harder. And some are just pointless-- like her new favorite: Knock Knock/who's there?/Justin/Justin who?/Justin Bieber!! (and then she starts giggling "is that funny or what?!") Don't quit your day job, kid.

things that are of the good

It is spring. This means that I can channel my hair pulling urges into constructive things like pulling out weeds by the roots really, really meticulously.

Jane Eyre is showing at the Senator and Andy has promised to take me.

I am getting really good at cooking without salt as per my dad's dietary restrictions. (I don't think I posted about it here, but he had a heart attack a few weeks ago and is now on a salt-free diet.)

I am finally over my poultry aversion. Cooked an awesome roast chicken last night.

Tofutti Cuties and Purely Decadent bars. Frozen soymilk treats make both my tastebuds and my tummy happy.

I've lost 14 lbs in the past month and a half.

Greek yogurt. Yes I am totally hopping on a trendy food bandwagon. Don't care. That shit's delicious.

My kids? Are really really funny. I should start cross-posting their quotes both here and on fb.

There is less than a month to Balticon. I get a day and a half sans children then.

It's only a week to Easter. I love Easter. Yes I am an atheist. So damn what. Gimme my jelly beans.

pondering my place on the sexuality spectrum

So for a good chunk of my sexually active existence, I considered myself 100 percent hetero. Not that there was anything wrong with being gay or bi-- it just wasn't me. No all those dreams about my platonic girlfriends didn't mean anything. They were just symbolic of emotional closeness. Nothing more. Besides, I was uncomfortable enough with my own girl's body-- why would I want to touch a different one?

And then I hit my 30s. And I got a lot more comfortable in my body and a lot more "I don't give a fuck" about sexual restrictions in general. Went to a party, got drunk, and made out with a cute chick. Yes, I know it doesn't count if you're drunk. That's what I said. But then a lightening bolt went off when I sobered up and I realized "I want to do that again. With her. All night if possible." I don't think we even got to third base (does the baseball analogy even work here?) I just knew I was gonna look at other women differently after that. For the first time, my subconscious was going to let me.

If I had to label myself now I would just paraphrase Margaret Cho: "Am I straight? Am I bi? And then I realized...I'm just slutty." I can live with that.