One of the things Brett & I did over the holidays is watch a few movies, including the most recent Star Trek movie. I’ve never watched a single episode of Star Trek with Captain Kirk – I know, I know! I’m so weird. I did watch The Next Generation for a while, mostly because I didn’t have cable in my room & it was the only thing on. And maybe a little bit because I though Captain Picard was kind of hot in a ‘mature’ sort of way. But I digress.
Anyway, the movie was ok, but since I really didn’t get the whole back story/front story/relationships, etc. that probably make the whole thing a little more interesting, I had to find ways to entertain myself during the movie. The best thing I found was to simply add the word “bitches” to the end of just about every sentence the characters said.
I have had the most wonderful nearly-two-week vacation over the holidays. I admit that prior to vacation, I was secretly nervous about so. much. time. alone. with my family.
But it was great! We did a whole lot of nothing for the most part. Cooked. Cleaned. Ate. Drank. Slept late. Took naps. Watched movies. Played with the kids. A little laundry.
Oh yeah, Christmas was in there, and we did some family stuff on some days. But mostly? We just hung out together in our pj’s and it was great.
I love my family. How’s that for starting out 2010 on a good note?
Last weekend, Brett & I ventured out to our old ‘hood in the city to do some Christmas shopping. Anytime we do this, we always discuss living there vs. living in the sticks. We always think about all of the *cool* stuff we could do, the great places we could shop & eat, go have a drink.
But then reality gave us a little slap in the face when we were driving around, trying to come up with somewhere to go for dinner. And we couldn’t think of a single place we wanted to go. The places we used to go were fine when we lived there, but they just didn’t seem fitting for a destination dinner. For my birthday, no less. So we drove around aimlessly for a while and finally decided to head south, where we ate dinner in B-town, the closest suburb with restaurants that don’t have drive-thru windows.
I guess it’s true that you just can’t go back. I think I’m starting to realize that while we may not always live where we do, it’s not very likely that we’ll ever move back to that city. And I think I’m ok with that.
You may remember that a couple of months ago I got really tired of the dark cloud that had been following me around so I finally went to my doctor for some help.
I’m happy to say that the meds have helped tremendously. I mean, within just a few days I felt like the hand that was constantly closed around my throat had loosened its grip. The anxiety that had enveloped me and rendered me nearly incapable of dealing with even the most minor of situations in my life finally backed off and started to leave me alone. Within a few weeks, I started laughing again, and goofing around.
Most importantly, I enjoy my life again. And it feels good.
Feel free to skip this, but she’s just so darn cute I had to post it. Mazzy’s the one on the right with the striped scarf. She was chosen as a leader for her class & I was really proud of her. She did a great job. Brett filmed with his DROID, so it’s not the best, but it’ll do.
This morning it was just Mazzy & me in the car on our way to work/day care. She recently saw our wedding album and has been asking questions about getting married and weddings.
Today she started talking about wanting to get married some day, and when I said something to the effect that when she did, she would marry a boy she wanted to live with forever, like I did.
She freaked out and insisted that she was going to marry Daddy and that she was going to live with us, her family forever. She never ever wanted to live anywhere else. When I foolishly suggested that her Daddy was already married to me, she started pleading with me. ”Oh please, please let me marry Daddy too, Mama. I only want to marry Daddy.”
I told her that if she still wanted to marry her Daddy when she grew up & was actually old enough to get married, we’d talk about it then. I have a feeling she’s not really going to want to live with us forever.
Recently, one of Brett’s bands played at a little customer appreciation party.
They had fun stuff for the kids, like a bouncy house and minnow races.
What, you aren’t familiar with minnow races?
It’s where you take a bin of water with a bunch of minnows in it.
And you give children free reign to dig in and help themselves to minnows. They started off using the little nets provided, but soon threw those to the wind and just used their hands.
Anyway, they had these little troughs (gutters) that were the minnow race tracks, where the kids would (in theory) put their minnows and let them ‘race’ to the other end.
Unfortunately, the minnows were pretty much all losers in these races.
I generally am opposed to killing pretty much everything except for scorpions, so I felt pretty bad about the death rate of the minnows. I think that being transported from race track to bucket and back over and over and over and over throughout the night was probably not a very good way to go out, but the kids sure had a good time.
