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BRING ON SPRING (and updates)
Mar. 19th, 2014 10:52 pmI've gotten so bad about updating. I haven't even read my friendslist and I'm really sorry about that. I'm mostly at the computer when CJ is asleep (still on my lap when he naps,) and I spend a lot of that time either sending query letter/packages or going on Tumblr. Or honestly just dicking around on the web. Or putting pics on on HitRECord or writing little pieces for there. I haven't had time to make any hR films lately – and anyway since my Mac is kaput, I don't have the movie program to work with anymore. >_< Bleh. BUT, I am due about $600 from them, for the work on the TV show and a bit on the Don Jon DVD. So yay to that.
It's the ass-end of winter and still cold as as a polar bear's nutsack. Tomorrow is the first day of Spring, which is, like, HUGE for everyone this year. This winter seemed endless. I'm not exaggerating when I say we had a snowstorm nearly every week this winter. Record snowfall. More than Alaska. I spun out on the road last month and ended up in a ditch. Then my car got stuck in a block of ice so thick that it took me 3 hours, a few pots of boiling water, and what was basically a pickaxe to get it out. And it wasn't just us trudging through this awful winter. The entire east coast and some of the south—as well as the midwest—got its ass handed to it this year. So Spring is going to be this joyful celebration of just not being cold and snowbound. Or at least it should. We're tracking another snowstorm for next week. Balls.
I took two days off from work last week, and asked my Mom to take some time, too, so she could watch CJ while I painted and baby-proofed the living room. It was a HUGE job, because it involved moving everything, and also moving my goldfish, The Doctor, into a bigger tank. I accidentally got the wrong color paint, and it seemed like everything was going to get screwed up from the beginning. As I was painting and moving things around, I kept thinking, “I'm going to hate it.” Because last year right after CJ was born, I was super hormonal and I got these beautiful windows installed. But they were so different, and I was in such a state of mind, that the unfamiliarity of them freaked me right the eff out. And come sundown every night, I would have to close the blinds so I couldn't see them and be reminded of how different everything was.
But I finished the room, (strapped all the tippable furniture into the walls, got rid of some shelves, moved this and that, new fishtank [a gift from a friend,] blocked all the outlets, traded computer desks with my Mom, made a whole bunch of room, and painted over that godforsaken stupid mural on my wall that I've hated since day one. And don't you know, I absolutely love it? I love how cozy and nice everything looks now. I love how clean it seems with everything out of the way. I love how CJ can't pull a pile of shelves down now. It's actually very cheerful.
Speaking of fish, and of my little chap, “fish” is his first word. He actually started saying it about a month ago – I might have mentioned. He said it wrong for a good long while. He'd stare at the goldfish and yell, “DICK.” No, my love. It's not a dick, it's a fish. Then for a while he was calling it a “boof.” WTF. These days he calls it a “shish” or just “ish.”
His next word after that was “egg.” That's because my Mom, and Jo-chan and I all have these little lip-balm things in the shape of little eggs. He likes to play with them and throw them on the floor. He'll grab them and say “egg” pretty clearly. He also moos like a cow when he hears his toy cow moo, imitates the creaking barn door on one of his toys, and yesterday he imitated the rooster crowing from one of his toys, too. He's very vocal. He's also totally on the move. He's not walking without holding onto anything yet, but he cruises around on the furniture at the speed of light.
He also has a nasty cold, which he caught from me, which I caught from a client. >_< He had a fever yesterday, so I'm taking him to the docs tomorrow. (It was the earliest they could get him in.) My ears are really painful, so I'm nervous that this might turn into his first ear infection. I thought it best to take him in. We'll see tomorrow.
Please let the warm weather come! The dogs haven't been out for many walks. We haven't been to the park or the beach because it's been too bitter cold, for them and for us. They need to stretch their legs and feel the road and the sand beneath their paws. And I need to ditch the bulky-ass winter coat and boots and hats and scarves. I'm sick of it.
BRING ON SPRING.
It's the ass-end of winter and still cold as as a polar bear's nutsack. Tomorrow is the first day of Spring, which is, like, HUGE for everyone this year. This winter seemed endless. I'm not exaggerating when I say we had a snowstorm nearly every week this winter. Record snowfall. More than Alaska. I spun out on the road last month and ended up in a ditch. Then my car got stuck in a block of ice so thick that it took me 3 hours, a few pots of boiling water, and what was basically a pickaxe to get it out. And it wasn't just us trudging through this awful winter. The entire east coast and some of the south—as well as the midwest—got its ass handed to it this year. So Spring is going to be this joyful celebration of just not being cold and snowbound. Or at least it should. We're tracking another snowstorm for next week. Balls.
I took two days off from work last week, and asked my Mom to take some time, too, so she could watch CJ while I painted and baby-proofed the living room. It was a HUGE job, because it involved moving everything, and also moving my goldfish, The Doctor, into a bigger tank. I accidentally got the wrong color paint, and it seemed like everything was going to get screwed up from the beginning. As I was painting and moving things around, I kept thinking, “I'm going to hate it.” Because last year right after CJ was born, I was super hormonal and I got these beautiful windows installed. But they were so different, and I was in such a state of mind, that the unfamiliarity of them freaked me right the eff out. And come sundown every night, I would have to close the blinds so I couldn't see them and be reminded of how different everything was.
But I finished the room, (strapped all the tippable furniture into the walls, got rid of some shelves, moved this and that, new fishtank [a gift from a friend,] blocked all the outlets, traded computer desks with my Mom, made a whole bunch of room, and painted over that godforsaken stupid mural on my wall that I've hated since day one. And don't you know, I absolutely love it? I love how cozy and nice everything looks now. I love how clean it seems with everything out of the way. I love how CJ can't pull a pile of shelves down now. It's actually very cheerful.
Speaking of fish, and of my little chap, “fish” is his first word. He actually started saying it about a month ago – I might have mentioned. He said it wrong for a good long while. He'd stare at the goldfish and yell, “DICK.” No, my love. It's not a dick, it's a fish. Then for a while he was calling it a “boof.” WTF. These days he calls it a “shish” or just “ish.”
His next word after that was “egg.” That's because my Mom, and Jo-chan and I all have these little lip-balm things in the shape of little eggs. He likes to play with them and throw them on the floor. He'll grab them and say “egg” pretty clearly. He also moos like a cow when he hears his toy cow moo, imitates the creaking barn door on one of his toys, and yesterday he imitated the rooster crowing from one of his toys, too. He's very vocal. He's also totally on the move. He's not walking without holding onto anything yet, but he cruises around on the furniture at the speed of light.
He also has a nasty cold, which he caught from me, which I caught from a client. >_< He had a fever yesterday, so I'm taking him to the docs tomorrow. (It was the earliest they could get him in.) My ears are really painful, so I'm nervous that this might turn into his first ear infection. I thought it best to take him in. We'll see tomorrow.
Please let the warm weather come! The dogs haven't been out for many walks. We haven't been to the park or the beach because it's been too bitter cold, for them and for us. They need to stretch their legs and feel the road and the sand beneath their paws. And I need to ditch the bulky-ass winter coat and boots and hats and scarves. I'm sick of it.
BRING ON SPRING.
