why? I don’t know i have a friend in CA that i am always asking the most naive -est of American, republican, southern of questions of. “Hey Christine, don’t you just laugh when you hear the American dad theme song?” Jeez Louise, i mean think Daine, of course she doesn’t she is in Canada.
Josh and i left the country but not far enough. i mean the only way we knew we were really out of the US and into Canada on our trip is they have some different rules and let private land owners live in or on some of the small islands in the boundary waters, or they would call that Quetico Provincial Park. We were lost and had paddled too far and we could have been shot on site but ok whatever. the one island we saw had more “no trespassing” “doughnut-ent-ry” signs than it did anything else. my point is i feel the need to get out of the USA for a second. even if it is just to one of our un-taxed outlying islands that i don’t need a passport to go to but that are way too Caribbean and trade able for something we want in exchange for oil. I need to get out and see people driving crazy. and that might just be it. i need to see different ethnic groups driving like maniacs. Maybe i should just go to Houston or a quick hop down to the border. This might be all the perspective straitening i need.
I watched my show last night, Anthony Bourdain’s No reservations, and he went to Saudi Arabia. Ok i would so go there and get myself all suited up in the normal mens garb. I should; I should get one to wear around town with my Mexi-Melt in her strappy tank tops. ha Ham sandwich in a Synagogue. Ha ha and that is even funnier in light of the context. it left me wanting to eat lamb and rice and hummus!
Yesterday, new couple. He went to same seminary, thought the same course. I said I did not finish because I did not think I could get a good enough job until I was old and had gray hair. DUMB.
My parents were just here, and although i Hate to say it and my mom would kill me. We are all getting older. Mom wears glasses, dad randomly belches in public. they drive a mini van. they let me drive in “your crazy city. so much traffic!” they watch fox news. Stuff they would just never do 20 years ago.
My dad drove a 2 door Oldsbobile Tornado and it was awsome. I would havenever been able to drive them around. News? Nah just give us Regans Speeches and we’ll be ok.
It has all changed we’ve all changed and i fell old myself. my dad said it bet like a kid in an old guys body. we do things and have our bodies tell us nope not any more you are no longer prohibited to perform this action. Brings me back to this John Mayer song that i have mentioned in some form or fashioned at least 10 times on this blog.
Don’t know how else to say it
Don’t want to see my parents go
One generation’s length away
From fighting life out on my own
Stop this train
I wanna get off
And go home again
I can’t take the speed it’s moving in
I know I can’t
But honestly, won’t someone stop this train?
Getting gifts is the hardest thing to do. I can give them all day long. Gifts of money hard earned and time and attention and listening ear and what ever you need I can dish it out. But Man oh Man I have a hard time getting stuff.
We just had a baby shower yesterday and so many people bought us the coolest things ever and I am so thankful for it all. I tried to thank every one and let them know how really grateful I am, we are, for all of the things. I critique my self I say think you and then I think oh that didn’t sound sincere enough because I really am thankful.
Pet peeve of mine and there are more and more as I age, but a big pet peeve is when some one Thanks insincerely. I have a friend I help ALL THE TIME and he used to say thank you like it was something he was required to say and I would get so pissed off. I was like man you could care less, you really could. One of these days I wanna just not show up when you need me and leave you butt high and dry and then we’ll see yeah huh? Then we’ll really know what’s up. But then I am glad this rant just went on in my head and didn’t come out my mouth. I tell my self yeah see on some twisted level you are doing what you do for you Daine. It has nothing to do with helping others really. You are sick and twisted and the only way to love your self is through personal sacrifice.
My friend has gotten better at sounding like he means it when he thanks me. But it s still a peeve of mine, and I wanted to make sure I did not sound like a spoiled child being asked what I wanted for supper. I think this is the main reason it is hard to get gifts. That and I know how much all this crap costs. I scanned every thin on the list and I am like seriously don’t spend money, gas is too expensive and you’ll gonna need it. I thought about what I scanned on the registry too. What do I scan? What do I scan? I should only scan the things we really need. Not exaggerated and or expensive gadgets and yes where have you been under a rock? They have ALL KINDS of expensive gadgets for babies these days. Not necessarily for babies but for their parents. So I tried not to go to far over board and stuff but still felt like I was overdoing it by the end. I keep saying to my self “no the baby does not need this thing (what ever it is). Will the baby die if it does not have this thing? No. and all the millions of babies in the world have lived with out it, she’ll be fine.
This kind of thing in addition to all the regular pre parenthood anxiety are what make these dark circles and bags under my eyes.
A lady at work today said wow you look like you have a good weekend. I said um what do you mean? She said dear have you seen your face.
I was thinking to my self was I smiling too much, I mean my parents are in tow n and we did see Betty and Matt on their move over the weekend but that was pretty sedate. She said No you just look tired, you look like you have been hit with a Mack truck.
I wanted to punch her in the front teeth but I just buried it and went on to my office with my coffee, thinking I will leverage the contents of this cup in my favor, he he he.
Why does coffee make my tummy hurt?
Will all the baby crap fit in the MINI, or should we dump it for a RV?
Why don’t I know something about cousin’s baby?
Why am I anxious about mom and dad coming?
Why can we not decide on a first name for peanut?
What did my neighbor kid do to get arrested last nigh?
Were the cop’s jerks?
Do the parents think one of us turned him in?
Why does it make me happy to listen to Cuban music and smoke cigars and drive my old truck slowly.
I am like a fat version of my uncle Jerry who will indulge his senses every once in a while not deny them.
I took this with my Holga. James is the guy on the right! Yeah your welcome i just had to clear that up!
Thanks Christine. it was the bulb switch on the bottom making all my Holga action blurry. Now if i can learn how to advance the film with no stopper.
