Monthly Archives: January 2007

If I die I want you to have my peripherals

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Holy MacWorld Expo Keynote, man. The nerdlust — I cannot control it.

In reaction to Apple, Inc.’s news (“The iPhone IS REAL. Also: Apple TV. Boo-yah.”), I have already drafted a letter to Mr. Claus.

Dear Santa,
I am prepared to bring another Democrat into the world on or about May 30, 2007, if I can have an iPhone for Christmas.

Otherwise I’m raising that one Republican.

Cordially yours,

Supa

Backseat driver

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Every morning I dress Owen warmly and load the car up with bags — diaper bag, lunch bag, work bag, tote bag — and prepare to drive to day care. And every morning, from his throne in the rear of the golden carriage, the little prince tells me where to go. “This way” for south, “That way” for north. Vehement finger-pointing optional.

The nutter of it is, I let him choose. Yes, I am prepared to launch a ton or two of American-made steel in the direction dictated by a two-year-old. (In my defense, the difference between leaving our street at the top and leaving it at the bottom is 0.2 miles, so it’s no skin off my teeth.)

But dang. The kid can’t even reach the steering wheel yet, and he thinks he knows the traffic better than I do. I wonder if his father has anything to do with this.

2006: Year In Review

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FOURTH annual edition (2003, 2004, 2005). I’m impressing myself.

Um. It’s been a whole year … how do these things go?

Right. Highlights:

  • Year two of Owen’s childhood. It was the diggity bomb. Honestly, it made me realize just how hard his first year was — not for him, but for me. The transition to motherhood: well, you remember learning to drive stick? The griniding and the screeching and the jerking? Yeah. But year two … year two. It’s FUN. I can’t wait til this next one is two and saying funny things (“Be careful up there, Mom!”).
  • Fixing up the house. Daaaaamn, but it feels good. We put in our new sink and vanity (and by “we” I obviously mean Iain) and it looks hott. And soon I will be painting and tearing up carpet in Owen’s room (psst, Iain, just so’s you know). And yeah, we might move, but I won’t see it as work lost. I will see it as coming closer to the big fat number that Zillow alleges we will get for this house. I don’t believe in Zillow, but a girl can dream.
  • Finishing the queen-sized quilt I had been working on for three or four years. I taught myself to quilt and that was my first project and now it’s our bedspread and you know what? I’m fucking proud of it.
  • and of course, Working on kid 2. We’re so very lucky.

Let’s see if I met my goals from last year:

  • Quit smoking. Again.
  • Save money to be put into improvements on the house
  • Escort Owen to his second birthday without calamity
  • Try not to get pregnant with No. 2 yet
  • Worry less, smile more, tell world to fuck off if I need to

Check, check, check (well, I’ll know on Friday), HA HA HA changed my mind, and yes. I mean check. Whee!

Hmm. Do I have goals for next year? I’m sure I do.

  • Either save a bunch of money or see about moving to a new house. (A.K.A. Supersecret Plan of Ought Seven!) Also, accomplishing all the little things that go along with that.
  • Safely bring kid2 to term and then to his or her first birthday, which now that I think about it, won’t be til six months into ‘08.
  • Continue to keep my family happy and healthy and taken care of. That’s a lame goal but a sincere one.

Hmm. You know, I feel like I should have a few more goals. Like maybe a funny one, in there. Ah, well.

In sum: 2006 was pretty good. It had its downsides, of course; I spent a great deal of the summer pretty effed up in my head, but on the whole: a success. I hope 2007 is as good.