Thursday, January 21, 2010

Another One Bites the Dust

And another one's gone...Magic Cookie took me off her blog list. Sniff. Well, I was honored to be on there at any point, so thanks CM for helping me get started and putting me on there for a while. I can't really complain about getting the boot. I've essentially been offline for months, and I've abandoned the lawyer-esque musings that I once posted here. Not that I don't think about it still, but the reality is so distant from the wanting that it's self-defeating for me to continue to ruminate in that manner. This space has morphed into a mommy-blog by this point, because parenting issues are still very meaningful to my day-to-day reality and because they're pretty safe to blog about publicly. I don't want to write a mommy-blog, really, but I also don't want to overshare (gasp! gawd forbid!) all my angst and marital stuff and job stuff, etc.

OK, I really DO want to overshare, but I'm getting smarter about suppressing that desire.

Anyhoo... (and yes, I like spelling it that way...anywho? why would you use "anywho"?...seriously, the point of "anyhoo" is that you are making up a silly phonetic representation of anyway/anyhow/nevertheless/moving on/so-as-I-was-about-to-say, etc. It is NOT anywho.)

This underscores a truth about blogging: you get out of it what you put into it. I like that about blogging. It's a meritocracy.

But I am sad to be dumped by CM. She started this blog, really. I am indebted to her. Her kindness and openness and willingness to mentor and answer questions made a big impression on me. I wouldn't be here without her. She's amazing. As you will discover if you read her.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Home Alone and Broken

This three-day-weekend, our little threesome had intentions of being out of town. Moments before we hit the highway, it became apparent that I had some work I could not put off another day. I told Leo I needed to stay home to get my work done, and now here I am. I am home alone, trying to get my work done, while Leo and Q are several hours away by car, enjoying a Daddy-Daughter weekend.

I feel like I'm doing an all-nighter to finish a paper, a common scenario for me during my academic career. If I finish soon, I can get in my car and meet up with them, as inefficent as that seems. They're at a new hotel and have already called to tell me all about it and yes, I suffered stabs of jealousy and self-pity as I listened to Q gush about their room.

My work is boring. My work pays our mortgage, our car loans, the electric bill, etc. I am both grateful and frustrated that I have this job. I am bored out of my mind. In fact, I am broken. I do not work. I do not work right, not the way I used to. But work I must. What a whiney-heiney I am!

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Honk If You Can Read This


This helped improve my attitude today:

AFI's 100 Years, 100 Movie Quotes (Musical Montage)

On the other side of things, I checked my kid's email account, something I rarely do. In fact, it's been over two months since I last checked it. It's been even longer since Q has used the account. Anyway, there was an unread message from early December that is troubling me. Her friend sent her an email asking Q if Q was mad at the friend. Then the friend said that if she didn't recieve a reply from Q by the end of the month, that she had five words for Q, and here are their initials: Y A W T J.

The friend finished off the note with "p.s. bye dead girl".


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