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Current status

6 Feb

My current status in life is Busy with Enough Time to Breathe. So what am I up to these days?

I’m a cashier at a food court which is what I consider my “working at Wal-Mart phase”, you know, a doing-it-for-the-fam job. I mean, I’m not supporting my family on it, like my dad was with ye olde Wal-Mart, so I can’t be too self-sacrificial about it, but I do pay all my own school loans with it, as well as managing to pay off all my hospital bills, and I get up at Five A.M., every morning Monday through Friday, so uh, that counts for something doesn’t it? Oh, and the best part is I get this thing called a Paycheck every two weeks, in which they give you a little  bit of peanuts and dirt for all the work you do! It’s awesome! No but really, it’s a consistent job and I get out of the house everyday for five hours… and then I joined the gym at my work and so I get to brag about going to the gym now.

Other than work and the gym, I’ve challenged myself to write every day in February. So far so good, and no, the blog does not count, but as you (may) know, writing is a train and once you get going it’s hard to stop. This is a good thing. I talked it through with Ross and the idea is for me to write for roughly 2 hours after I get off work. We’ll see how that goes as it hasn’t happened yet, but night times are an option too, although not so preferable. Whatever. In somewhat related news, my Mac just broke, like, permanently, and while it means I am beginning to miss my portable Hulu, my iPhoto, and Photoshop, it also means I am not fucking around on Facebook and Fugly is the New Ugly quite as much, so like, I can now think a thought for like, longer than the five seconds it takes me to scan status updates and LIKE things. Yes, that’s right. I can remember how to transform thoughts into words. Onto paper. With a P E N. Anachronism to the Capital A.

Regarding media I am reading several books at the moment, foremost among them is “Henry Miller: The Paris Years” by Brassai, how cool is that? I didn’t know Brassai wrote a book but then again there’s probably a lot of things I don’t know about my favorite photographers. I am also reading Vestoj, “On Fashion and Shame” which is part of a trio of fashion zines my awesome husband got me for my birthday. Let me tell you guys, this zine is good stuff. Since when have I read about fashion academically? Never! I am astounded by this journal, I have to be honest. I haven’t had enough of an opinion on flash fiction to read it before, this journal is changing my mind on that genre. And it’s got this one story in which you have to physically separate the pages in order to read them, how frickin’ cool is that?! It makes me happy, I must say.   It’s produced in Paris, so apparently I’ve got a Paris theme going on. I must now begin my copy of “Hermit in Paris: Autobiographical Writings” by Italo Calvino to complete the theme.

Regarding that mystery friend and foe called “Art” I am doing some stuff… I swear… no really though, I’ve got access to a darkroom these days which is like a soothing scent of honeysuckle on a sweaty summer day.  It is absolutely the most primitive darkroom I have ever worked in, but it is also most gloriously dark and chock full of caustic chemical compounds, which is all of what a darkroom should be. I finally just ordered some fiber paper so I can do some real prints because we all know how much RC paper sucks. Also,  I am about 3/4 of the way done at saving up for a spanking new and nice digital camera. My goal is to start freelancing once I get the camera (and a computer with Photoshop too I guess), and as I’ve already got one wedding under my belt and another coming up in October, I feel good about it. It’s about time, y’all.

In other art related news, the lovely Jessica Era (Martin) Prescott of Plume Zine, and I are working on a children’s book. WOOT. It’s gonna be a while, mainly because I don’t know how to illustrate, but I have some watercolors and paper, and there it is. We’re doing it. It is being done. It will be finished. One day.

Last but not least, in the world of Mom, things are swimming along just great. We just celebrated the big Two Years Old with muffcakes (that’s muffin cupcakes), a slide, a rockin’ party and homemade birthday outfit, and lots of presents. Lots of presents, y’all. It was fun. Sue continues to amaze us with her vocabulary and rotundness, and we are lucky to be her mom and dad. Her week is filled up nice and good with activities. Monday through Tuesday is spent at the grandparents in Cornelius. Wednesday is story time at the library. Thursday and Friday are her play days at daycare, and Saturday and Sunday we do whatever strikes our fancy, which is often just as simple as playing at the park or the playroom across the street. She’s still really into reading her books, or that is, having them read to her, some her favorites being “Olivia“, “If You Give A Pig A Pancake” and the tiny little Richard Scarry books she just got.

Okay, I’ll leave you with this image, and say goodnight now.  Goodnight.

suebday 018


Terrible two’s

17 Nov

Sue is almost in her “terrible two’s”, yes that’s right, I said it, “Terrible Two’s!” It’s just too hard to fight pop culture and if ever there was a popular phrase well, it’s that one. She’s terribly awful, terrible amazing, terribly active, and of course, terribly cute. Terribly awful is really an exaggeration, but the other three are not.

She is currently sitting in Mike’s room, in front of his TV, watching her “Madeline and the Bad Hat” VHS. Pepit0, the Bad Hat, is Sue’s first boyfriend. She is OBSESSED with Pepito. Her other obsessions include pictures of her cousins “Baye” and Cormic, looking at pictures on the digi camera, any dogs in the vicinity, Elmo, “Dooby Dog” (Goofy Dog), Minnie Mouse, “Dabby”, (Gabby, from her daycare), “TOOT” (Scoot the dog), any type of food especially if it’s “mane-o”, “noga”, “tarrot chooz”, “brottli”, and most recently “topu” (to the un-initiated that would be “mango”, “yogurt”, “carrot juice”, “broccoli”, and “tofu”), and “Dabba Dabba”; I’ll let you figure that one out on your own, here’s a hint. I try not to let her watch more than 2 hours of TV a week, but you know how that goes. I have tried to get her into the old skool Dooby Dog cartoons, but she doesn’t seem to like them as much as the new ones, which are fairly obnoxious. Out of all the shows she watches (Madeline, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Sesame Street, and “Dabba Dabba”) I like Sesame Street best, of course, but I need to buy some new ones because she’s watched the same one way too many times now (“We all live in the Capital I…”).

new Dooby vs. old Dooby

What is terribly amazing the most about this child right now is how much she is speaking, and how many new words she retains! Her newest accomplishment is: counting, Woo-ooo! So much fun. She doesn’t have the concept down completely yet, but she can usually count (memorization wise) up to ten, and in terms of actually counting, up to about 3-5. She remembers names and faces really well. We just recently visited my brother and his family in KY for a few hours, and she often talks about all of them now, “Uhn Jon”, “Jek-ka”, “Baye”, and Cormac. They are in her rotation of names now. Our friend Richard has been at the house a lot lately and so we’ve got “Ri-ard” in the mix too. Recently she got obsessed with saying “Daddy Max” too. That one doesn’t really need quotations though, cause she says it pretty well.

In regards to terribly active, she likes the playground these days, but mostly just walking around it. She gets excited about the ” ‘lide” and ” ‘wing” but doesn’t actually go on them much, she hates the swing actually. She also likes to walk home from daycare which is a block from our house, but she likes to walk in the middle of the street at some point, and our walks home always seem to have a lot of tears involved.. HMMM…. Most days she’ll have a spout of time when she plays alone which is greatly facilitated by putting on her kiddy music. We just got her a kitchen which is awesome. Buying kiddy toys and books is totally awesome by the way. It took me some time to realize this I have no idea why.

I was going to write a whole bunch more stuff, but you know, it’s a lot of work raising a child, I’m tired, it’s late, it’s Friday, so that’s all for now.

Oh, and terribly cute, if we ever have another child, which is a rare probability, there will be not 1/2 as many pictures, and the child will know we do not love him or her as much, because if first-time parents ever took TOO MANY pictures of their first-born, it would us. There are so many pictures of Sue I don’t know what to do about it, it’s disturbing really. Here’s one of them.

nap ideation

2 Feb

But then

12 Jan

“But then our babies came along, and yes, they changed everything. They changed the way we spend our time, of course. We saw that one coming. But the sheer pressure of their presence did something we didn’t expect; it challenged and, in important ways, debunked the premise of our story. As with everyone who procreates, we discovered that who and what you are prior to parenthood by no means guarantees what kind of father or mother you’ll be. In a way , fathers and mothers are like soldiers: No matter how well prepared, there’s no telling whether they’re fighters or fleers until the bullets start flying.”

Andrew Corsello in the essay “Debunking the Myth of the Angel and The Goon”

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