Thursday, July 29, 2010

Candle in the Water...OR...I Am Busy Expressing Myself in Cliches These Days

I burn my candle at both ends,
It will not last the night.
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Or, as The Funasaurus put it, if I've got one foot in two different pools, I can't swim in either of them.

Thus, via extremely overworked cliche, I am here to tell you I'm quitting my job for a little bit to be a full-time mom. Also maybe to sleep a little bit, but I am trying not to get too far ahead of myself.

I'm excited, even though it's a big leap of faith, and I am not very prone to either leaping or faith-ing. I am just loving this kiddo so much, and I don't feel like I'm ever really getting to give her all the attention and time that I want because I'm always so stressed about work. Also not sleeping. Also I miss seeing The Funasaurus.

The plan is to continue to do some freelance work for my employer so that I can keep up with what's going on, and hopefully rejoin my team a little later down the road. Who knows, but for now I am just ready to hang out with Miss Thang without worrying about what she's up to while I quick try to finish one more email. (At least, work email! Muahahahaha)

T minus two weeks and two days.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Shakespeare Sass-ified



Romeo & Juliet

And it's not Shakespeare, but still awesome because something about The Giving Tree always bothered me, and I believe this YouTube parody sums it up perfectly, if crassly:

Oh crap, I just realized it's cutting off the right edge of these videos. I highly suggest following the link to YouTube to see the whole thing. So worth it.

Baby Travels and Rap

Hi! I am hoping I still have a reader or two. Seems a little dusty around here. There may be some big changes in store, which would lead to me having a little more time to write. I’ll post more details once the decision’s been made.

Meanwhile I am discovering just many things about my personality have changed since I became a mom. I have more patience than I thought I would. I need a helluv a lot less sleep than I thought I would. Tangentially, I am willing to scream like Tarzan in my vehicle to keep from falling asleep at the wheel. (I am not driving much these days, until we get the sleep-thing figured out.) Most shocking of all: I like an Eminem song.


I have begrudgingly appreciated the fact that the guy can be a talented poet ever since he appeared on the obnoxious rap scene. (As opposed to my beloved not-obnoxious rap scene. It’s a fine line, sometimes.) However, I have always thought the dude was a whiney douche bag with a shrill, grating voice more suited to punk; which happens to be a genre I have never ever ever liked. Ever.

Yet suddenly I’m in the car last week nodding along to a catchy tune before I realize: a) I’m not asleep! SUPER! And b) holy crap. It’s Eminem and I don’t hate it. He has a new song out about addiction recovery or whatever, [“I’m Not Afraid”] blah, he’s been whining about his life since he started his career, but there’s a nice melody, the chorus is pop-ily dark (which, I realize, is like saying something is kitten-ly sinister), and I don’t know why but I am loving on this line:

I’m strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up
‘Cause I’m raising the bar

Well done, Marshall, well done. Now be a dear and tell Green Day to follow your lead, won’t you?
In Miss Thang news: we survived a very hectic trip back east. But she got to meet her great-grandmother, which made me (and her, and great-grandmother) crazily happy, so it was worth it. Despite the flight, the incorrectly installed carseat, the late nights, the complete lack of schedule and thus lack of sleep, the lack of oil in our car, the three-hour trek into Virginia to be eaten alive by mosquitoes, the pacing outside in a thunderstorm because, ho ho, the patrons of the country club apparently do not appreciate screaming, overtired babies, and the power outages in 90 degree heat with 100% humidity. So worth it.

The Funasaurus was back in Colorado (in air conditioning, nonetheless) for the last half of our trip, working some long hours, and I feel I have been fairly explicit in my desire to never travel without him again.