— This weekend is going to be jam-packed: on Saturday, Anthony and I will be participating in our friends Justin & Melynda‘s wedding in coastal town Pacific Grove. The next day we’ll spend in Monterey with the kids and my inlaws who are coming along to turn our overnight trip into a mini-family vacation. I’m so relieved they will be there because I was having lots of anxiety about being separated from Elias overnight. Isobel is an old pro at spending the night at Grandma’s, but due to Easy E’s inability to sleep through the night he’s never done it before. (I couldn’t, in good conscious, put the grandparents through that.) By them coming along Anthony and I both get child-free time at the wedding and family time together on Sunday. I am so excited, but I’m also really nervous. I have been so ill lately (and even today, which is why it’s taken so long to get this post up) I am really not sure how I’m going to handle all this adventure and excitement. As Anthony always says to reassure me, I just need to focus on doing what I can and try to have the best time possible within my physical limitations.
–Elias is right on the cusp of walking, spending much time standing independently and taking a few halting steps before collapsing suddenly on his behind. He is never deterred by these setbacks, always smiling. He is the physical embodiment of the saying, “fall down seven times, stand up eight.”
–Yesterday was Saint Patrick’s Day, a holiday I traditionally do not care about. We’re not Irish, we’re not Catholic, I detest being around groups of drunk people, and you can kiss my Blarney stones if you think I’m down with drinking green beer. But there’s something about having kids that makes all holidays, even the ones that don’t make sense to you, fun. My mom loves taking Isobel to the dollar store because they can go crazy without doing a whole lot of damage to the wallet, and the last time she took her they came back with these shamrock head-boppers. She’d wear them and go around telling everyone that she was good luck–if you could rub her head. Then she’d run off at full speed, taking her luck with her unless you joined her in a merry chase around the kitchen. When the day finally came she happily dressed in green and wore the head-boppers to school. She grew bored of them by the end of the day, but Elias was surprisingly happy to wear them. Later we looked for four-leaf clovers among our vast collection of weeds and collected regular clovers to do a craft. We didn’t find any four-leaf clovers, but Isobel found a six-leaved on and she lost her mind with happiness.
–This month is my five-year blogging anniversary! I had no idea!! I’ll have to do something special for you guys to celebrate. Thanks for hanging in there with me all those years and during the though times now as I struggle to get my energy back.
–This last weekend was Melynda’s bachelorette party and we celebrated with dinner at a teppanyaki restaurant and karaoke at the bar afterwards. Although the bar offered two songs by Toto, none of them were Africa, which proves we live in an unjust world because that was what I most wanted to sing. I ended up singing New Pollution with Melynda, so I didn’t have to flip over some tables and start a bar fight.
Lobster in a bucket or MIGHTY SPACE CRUSTACEAN? I love you, space crustacean!
This is the best photo ever taken of Terry Pratchett, and indeed one of the best photos ever taken of anybody. I cannot express my sorrow at losing one of the most sparkling, imaginative souls out there. Farewell, Terry Pratchett. You didn’t know me, but I was your friend, and I shall deeply miss you. (If you can, donate something in memory of Terry.)
Eyeliner 101. My goal every day of my life.
“Son, this rat is your father now.” Seems legit.
I’m trying to guess what this could possibly be about. Bad Album Covers is a gem.
How to roast canned tomatoes. Oh, thanks, Derrik!
A new 600-million-year-old sponge fossil pushes back the start of evolution. Suck it, Creationist Museum.
Marketing at its finest. A sign commemorating the woodpecker-weasel park!
A 100-stop Star Trek concert tour is coming in 2016. I want to go to there! Via the generous and babe-a-licious, Anne.
What Lorelai Gilmore taught me about Community and Weirdos. I really enjoyed this post even though I don’t watch Gilmore Girls. It’s often easier to choose not to interact with others outside your immediate circle, but I’ve found that my life is so much richer now that I have. This article talks about the “weirdos” in the series, but I’m thinking about people who aren’t necessarily “weird”, just really different from me.
The Buddhist monks who attempted to mummify themselves prior to death. So freaking bizarre.