1.14.2009

brrrrrr

and the snow is reminding me of colorado. it's hip deep by the curb where the plows go. it's still pretty much fun, though it's not gotten melty and dirty yet. the pot holes have been fun and now we have a new tire. On the day that John and I actually finally agreed on a plan for the bass we have to fork over 100 bucks for a new tire. that's ok, though, he busted the tire. I don't drive that fast through the pothole infested areas, I'm not surprised he busted a tire. I mean, I know the potholes can really jump out and get you anywhere but he hits them a lot. Poor little car.

Finally this week we have every activity revved up again. I like it better when things are a little more regular. Less free time also means less free time to worry about filling with the wrong stuff.

1.09.2009

so my crazy ass husband pulled another maneuver last evening. He teeters and totters on this line of total boozer and functional work guy. He is so proud of always being the go to guy at work and stuff, but the amount of alcohol these guys pour down around their work relationship is really a lot in my opinion. So last night there was an outage and I get a phone call saying that he's going to be on such and such a train that's really late! But you know, the trains run when they run so whatever. So then he comes home pretty late for having been on that train and tells me that he just got into it with his work buddy (who had just given him a ride home) because he thought this guy was too drunk to continue driving home. He said that they had almost killed themselves and everyone on the Stevenson. He didn't understand why I thought that he was entirely responsible. I am floored and flabbergasted. I've gone back and forth between being really critical and trying to bite my tongue about how stupid I think this all is, but if he fucking kills himself or someone else by getting in the car with some drunk asshole because he's being a drunk asshole that would really suck. a lot.

1.07.2009

city kid

So we went downtown for ballet yesterday, there is indeed free parking, woohoo. The building is beautiful, with a lobby and a receptionist and happy dancer people who are happy to help new dancers and their mama. Ella really really loved it, Abbey thought it was too much like yoga. Ella and I took a walk during Abbey's class and there are 2 parks within an easy walk once the weather gets nicer. Couldn't be more pleased, really. And then there are the intangibles. City vs. Subarbs. I sat next to a dad who was a dead ringer for Tom Hulce in Amadeus. He did not stare at me like I had 2 heads with my weirdoness and there was no clique action going on with the parents at all. There were some folks who knew each other but they did not make me feel like they didn't want to know me, it's a subtle distinction. There were more parents completely involved in their own thing than parents chatting and I was free to ignore them all without feeling rude. It was awesome.

I had a grand revelation also. My problem here that I have associated with being a mom and wanting my kids to not have negative ramifications from my weirdo affliction is a Suburb problem! I'm a city kid. Or a country kid. This suburb stuff is sub human.

1.06.2009

ouch

and ugh to this headache, am about to resort to hard drugs to kill it. Ella woke up this morning with bumps all around her midsection and down her legs, looks like bites but could be hives or whatever. They look seriously itchy, poor dear.

had fun playing some zeppelin 1 bass parts yesterday it's great for chop building, especially if you work everything up just a bit faster than it should be.

today is ballet day, I'm really hoping that this place works out, otherwise I'm just renting videos for awhile or something.

headache headache go away, come again after I'm dead.

My book is so so good and of course it is. and the knitting project is coming along and the last batch of bread was good and Ella's teachers were all raving about their swifty's and even had some more commissioned from their other knitting friends. Mostly what I'm saying is that hard work pays off and the harder you work the more fun it'll be to go see a bunch of phish shows this summer.

har

1.05.2009

back at it

and hooray for that.

Stumbled upon a podcast called Psychedelic Salon which is making me excited to be alive again.

am knitting this crazy scarf into some crazy socks

gotta do some yoga today or I will be officially slacking

1.04.2009

ouch

note to self. When you practice yoga more regularly you don't have to deal with this monthly cramping business. remember that.

1.02.2009

coffee

is so good but it sure does mess up my sleeping if I have too much. So I was making these cabled gloves and they were rocking right along until last evening when I tried to knit while perturbed and I completely messed it all up and had to frog it. Then I took a closer look at the king charles brocade socks and they just weren't right either so I frogged them too. So now the knitting frenzy of the past few days is rolled back into nice little balls. It wasn't right...

today is our last day of vacation. In the future I need to be more conscious of getting OUT while the kids are out of school, I was feeling like heading to Lawrence and I just should have.

I really love my new music player and the whole concept of podcast radio instead of commercial radio. After I get my new bass and then I get my appley computer of whatever sort I'm definitely getting the bestest ipod that there is. no more cd's for me. except of course for my phish library which I am absolutely not converting ever again. woohoo