coming up for air
i thrive in times of change. i get bored easily and need to move around, or move stuff around. a few weeks ago, i got bored with my “work space” so i spruced it up a bit. instantly i felt better about working in my space.
pantless magoo is a bonus
and thanks to etsy for this bit of good juju i need in my work space…
sorry for the glare. took a picture of a picture. eh.
and incase you’re wondering what the sign above all of my photography says…
WINE TASTING
(DUH… that was a given).
as i was saying, change in scenery excites me.
change in location excites me.
it’s and adventure… what’s to come… the anticipation of something new…
in that aspect, AND THAT ASPECT ALONE, i am a “good navy wife.” the moving around doesn’t bother me. in all other aspects of being “a navy wife” (i literally *shudder* as a type “navy wife”), i suck.
whatever, get over it. i am.
even with regards to myself, my physical appearance, change excites me. obviously, or i wouldn’t have done this….
the before
the after (you know you LOVE it)
in the coming weeks i will spend 10 days out west, in seattle and portland. i’ve never been to either location, and i have been told that i will never want to leave. paul worries that i seriously may not leave and instead just send for my child and dog.
my in-laws were kind enough to offer to come take care of the magoo and red during our trip. 10 days without the magoo will be difficult. but we have skype. yay for that.
it’s a work trip for paul, so he will be busy, which will allow me time… TIME!!! in a new environment, a new place. i am beyond excited. i have thought of starting to pack now.
that’s a lie. i’m 1/2 packed already.
my appointment has already been made for a new tattoo join the others i have on my body. another change… and addition to my story. a new piece of art. and ohsweetjaysus of nazareth i have never been more excited about enduring what will most likely be 3 hours of pain, for this…
rowan tree (hub's birth tree)
change is in the air for me… september is over… i made it through yet another fucking september.
and a change of scenery is exactly what i need right now.
i want to thrive.
ok, ok, i give… a meme
so lu gave me this blog award yesterday. and i can’t help but laugh that this award is called “over the top.”
i wonder to myself, “over the top of what?” because right now i feel 6 feet under with garbage continually piling on top of me.. as illustrated in yesterday’s post.
nevertheless, lu, i accept your award, so graciously given and will thus complete the meme, as i am on vicodin, bed-ridden, with nana taking care of the magoo…
1. Where is your cell phone? on my bed
2. Your hair? bed-headed curly and kinked
3. Your mother? my soul mate and sister in spirit
4. Your father? loud and funny and sweet as pie
5. Your favorite food? anything salty
6. Your dream last night? i swam against LL cool J and won but then couldn’t get out of the water
7. Your favorite drink? wine… or beer…
8.Your dream/goal? to be published by 30
9. What room are you in? bedroom
10. Your hobby? buying books
11. Your fear? living a passionless existence
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? content and at peace
13. Where were you last night? home
14. Something you aren’t? unapologetic
15. Muffins? top? yes, i have muffin top
16. Wish list item? fantastic flat vintage buckled boots
17.Where did you grow up? atlanta
18. Last thing you did? popped a vicodin
19.What are you wearing? guinness t-shirt and sweat-pant shorts
20. Your TV? is off
21.Your pet(s)? needs to get out more
22. Your friends? encourage and support
23. Your life? could be better, could be worse
24. Your mood? fuzzy (thanks vicodin)
25.Missing someone? always
26.Vehicle? VW GTI hatchback… the magoo mobile
27. Something you’re not wearing? a bra
28.Your favorite store? target
29.Your favorite color? green
30. When was the last time you laughed? yesterday
31. Last time you cried? this morning
32. Your best friend? mom
33. One place that you go over and over? my mind- i overanalyze
34. One person who emails me regularly? jenn
35. Favorite place to eat? where there is an abundance of food
and i pass this off to…
when shit hits the fan
tuesday… right? today is tuesday?
yes, ok… the 6th. right? the 6th?
paul’s birthday is friday.
cards. can’t forget the cards. mine, jackson’s, and the dog’s.
THE BIG GIFT. must NOT forget THE BIG GIFT.
my knee resembles the balloon jackson got at trader joe’s.
even the reddish tinge. nice.
got an orthopod to see me today at 2 thanks to a cancelation.
someone must love me.
mother-in-law arrives tonight so i can be off my feet for the next 3 days.
magoo and i head to atlanta saturday.
sunday i go help with the twins. THE TWINS.
shit, my knee.
fuckin baby gate.
crap, i cussed twice in two sentences. mom will be mad.
i want my mommy.
new ottomans come today.
yes, ottomanS, plural… we got two.
our couch is 9 feet long.
we are big people. we need big furniture.
i hope this orthopod gives me better drugs than vicodin.
if i have to go in an MRI tube, i will lose my shit.
whatever, my shit is already lost.
i should start packing for seattle/portland trip.
returning from THE TWINS trip with 24 hours to repack and head out west for 10 days.
10 days no magoo.
cue tears.
but yay, cuz i’m getting this tattoo!!!
rowan tree branch (paul's birth tree)
dad will not like that i’m putting it on my arm.
“rut ro reorge.”
i’m an inked mom.
i LOOOOOOOVE being an inked mom.
no, i don’t see myself going back to teaching.
my master’s degree will not serve a purpose in the future.
i’m a writer.
i have 4 book proposals going.
i just started writing fiction!!!
holy crap, can’t believe i just wrote that.
I’M WRITING FICTION!!!
i’m stoked.
i’m a mom.
i’m a writer.
i’m a gimp.
dammit i better not need surgery on my knee.
*big sigh*
how do people do this with more than one child?
honestly?
how?
oh, and how do people do this with their placenta???
tom… katie… suri… scientology… whut???
no, i didn’t just say that.
eyebrow wax thursday.
CANNOT forget that.
i need an agent.
really need to get on that and make that a priority.
need to call in some favors…
need to have my fuckin knee not make me want to drive an ice pick through my eye cuz maybe that would hurt less.
don’t trip over baby gates.
don’t get your foot caught on the handle of the baby gate as you step over it.
just take the damn thing down to walk into the next room.
sure, it might be more of an effort… but heed my words you parents of not-yet-toddlers.
don’t trip over baby gates.
seattle/portland bloggers, i will be out there oct. 17-27th.
let’s hang.
i think i’m running out of last minute favors to ask of my mother-in-law.
seriously. she should start running a tab on me.
i’ll have to be bed-ridden the next three days in order to help with THE TWINS come sunday.
oh i can’t wait to see my rach.
nana will have three straight days of magoo… and then return with pops to have 10 (yes, TEN) straight days of magoo while i’m out west with paul.
i’m a spoiled bitch.
can i ask for percocet?
can you ask for stuff like that? just out right ask for it?
i mean all they can do is say “no,” right? and then look at you like you’re a pill-popping-mom-junkie.
awesome.
oktoberfest: a whale of a tail
so this was my first official oktoberfest… acknowledging the fall harvest. sure, i’ll acknowledge you. your fall harvest, your delicious beers. i’ll buy a fantasticly hippie-esque scarf and jewelry to support your efforts towards building a better, more holistic world. (and by gawd you are a gorgeous scarf!)
sure. no prob.
you have legit hefeweizen, i’ll be there.
don't worry. magoo has apple juice.
and so, to oktoberfest we went…
we witnessed REAL kettle corn be made and poured into enormous bags for purchase…
NOM NOM NOM
we enjoyed our company.. the locals who came out to partake in the festivities…
and it was at this point in our afternoon when i said “take a picture of this chick’s thong…”
incase you missed the first pic
and paul said “oh… whale tail.”
i said “whuuuuut?” ready to beat his ass for referring to a woman as fat… large… not a size 2.
he said, “no no, like think of the shape of the whale’s tail before it gets ready to dive. ”
“oh, right right!!!” and i got it, i soooooo got it.
i mean, how do you NOT get THAT!?!??!
needless to say… out first family oktoberfest was successful in all ways… hippie purchases were made, many delicious brews were consumed, and we learned the power of the whale tail.
oktoberfest = success
whale-tail whuuut?
a case of the crazies
in an attempt to prove myself a super hero and get over my knee injury, i went sans vicodin yesterday afternoon and evening. i have a tendency to do this when overcoming an injury.
i sum up my super-healing powers (paul thinks i have said powers) and prove myself to be a rockstar. this occurred when i was in the hospital, post c-section. i took nothing other than an 800 mg ibuprofen. i know. i’m a little kooky when it comes to this… a little competitive… and quite possibly on the verge of being certifiably nuts.
so last night, i go sans vicodin, and instead i ice my knee while watching a movie with paul and enjoying some good brews.
i know, i know, you’re not supposed to drink when taking pain killers… but i hadn’t taken one since yesterday morning. i was in the clear. totally in the clear.
or so i thought…
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this morning paul asks, “do you remember asking me ‘whose tiara are you wearing’ last night?”
i respond with, “you’re joking right. i mean seriously. i didn’t even take a vicodin!!! c’mon!!!”
“so what else did i say?” i ask paul, feeling like he will soon have me committed for my sleep crazies.
paul says, ” well, i was like, ‘what do you mean?’ and you said ‘yeah, just check the time and date on the tiara to see whose it is.‘”
i went back to sleep. my husband laughed at me and then rolled back over.
great, just another crazy sleep story to add to my collection.
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in terms of my knee, i’m totally challenging myself and going sans vicodin… reason being that sunday is octoberfest, and dammit-to-hell, i’m going. we live within walking distance (though this may be more of a negative than a positive in my case) and i’m determined to go and partake in the beers and sausages.
today will be my trial period… going sans vicodin. i mean, it’s for a good cause…
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so who lost their tiara and lent it to paul last night???
Have a Sip
