In a moment of temporary insanity, and it does only take one, I got pregnant. No, I’m not talking about when I got pregnant with my daughter in high school, though the sentiment is true enough, I’m talking about April 6, 2013. There are 19 years between my daughter and me. There will be 20 between her and her sibling.
I’ve known since early May but we’ve been keeping it under wraps. I’m still a bit shocked in all honesty. Still, Andy’s going to be a great dad and I’m really excited to give him the opportunity.
My life is a hectic mess right now though. I’m working 7 days a week while trying to land a steady gig with some growth opportunity before I start really showing. I’m exhausted. My house is a mess. I don’t fit into any of my clothes, and I’m stressed about finding a bigger place as this one already seems too crowded.
So that’s where I’ve been and why I haven’t been posting. 2013 has had me reeling. But rest assured, this won’t turn into a baby blog. I’m going to start a new blog for that. This one will remain me ocassionally finding time in my crazy schedule to share some weird, crazy, funny thing that happened on the way to _____.
For now though, the wee baby Seamus and I are going to bed. Good night everybody.
I have 2 cats aged 13 and 17 and 2 cats are really all a person needs, particularly when said person also has 2 large dogs. But my cats are old and as awful as it is, I sometimes think about the cute fuzzy baby replacements I will get when they eventually shuffle off the mortal coil.
One day I shall have two cute baby fuzzy kitties and I shall name them thusly:
kitten number one shall be named Mewcifur – destroyer of worlds
kitten number 2 shall be named Cthmewlu – destroyer of sanity
Given my lifelong relationship with cats, I find these names wholly appropriate.
In other vaguely related news, well, vaguely related in that he too has a lifelong relationship with cats, next Thursday I get to meet Neil Gaiman. I am ridiculously geeked. If Amanda Palmer happens to be there as well I may pee. And then I’ll ask her to sign the CD I am taking with me just in case while apologizing for smelling like pee.
I haven’t posted much lately because Andy and I decided to throw ourselves a pirate steampunk wedding on ship in the middle of Ohio during a gaming convention and tbay we’d do all this in one month. Three weeks later we have less than a week to go, no catering menu, no speakers for our DJ, no rings, a half finished dress, a half repaired kilt, no vows written, and well the short story is, we have a venue and a vague plan. So yeah, hopefully this thing will come together because we have about a hundred people showing up.
I have come to realize that because I work so much and spend a good deal of my free time cleaning, I have lost all ability to entertain myself. I am half dressed to go out to the club an hour before I want to leave and have no clue what to do with myself. So here’s a picture of a cool hat that I made.
I made this months ago and pretty much everyone I know has seen it but yeah, I’m really bored.
I guess I’ll go clean something now. It’s better for everyone that way.
UPDATE: I am officially so bored that I actually just thought “I guess I could go floss my teeth.” I find this sad, not because it’s good dental hygiene, I’m all for that, but because I thought of flossing as a means of entertainment.
Tonight over pizza it came up that I often wake in the night a few minutes before one of my animals vomits. It’s like I sense that something is amiss and hoarking is imminent. I said I think it’s just a conditioned response because the idea of animals eating barf (their own or a friend’s) is so repugnant that I just stay on anti-hork munching high alert all the time, even when I’m sleeping. I have to be able to spring out of bed on a moments notice so I can usher the other animals out the door like the police at a crime scene. “Let’s go, everybody out, keep it moving, there’s nothing to see here.”
But then Cro was all like “but you wake up BEFORE it happens. I think that’s your super power.”
So I responded, “yeah, like my Spidey sense, but vomity. *looks alert* My vomit sense is tingling.”
Cro: “Ooh I can totally see you all with a cape and a roll of paper towels!”
Me: “and a bottle of Resolve carpet stain remover, and I’m holding it all like a laser gun and I yell “DON’T EAT THAT!” … That’s my catch phrase.”
Cro: “No, it’s your BATTLE CRY!”
Me: Wow, I really have the lamest super power ever.
Though I guess it’s all just as well because all of my underwear look like this
There’s no way I’m wearing that on the outside in public. According to Andy I should be embarrassed to wear my underwear on the inside in public. All I have to say in my defense is that I don’t understand how women’s underwear sizing works. If someone wants to explain that crap to me, I’ll gladly buy new ones.
My daughter wanted to come home from college for Easter so I thought it would be fun to plan a craft. Nothing like a little mother / daughter bonding time over sculpy and hot glue, right?
I decided in keeping with the Easter theme, we should make zombie Jesuses … Jesi … whatever the plural of Jesus is, out of sculpey and then have them eat the brains of peeps. What says Easter louder than that?!?!
Easter always was my second favorite zombies and candy holiday. <3
Last night I was fortunate enough to attend the Dayton, Ohio book tour stop for Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir by The Bloggess, Jenny Lawson. Let me start by saying that Jenny Lawson was wonderfully entertaining, super friendly, and all around AWESOME! Dayton, being the lamest place on earth, was the one and only stop on this book tour or the last to tell Jenny she wasn’t allowed to curse.
She did a Q&A session afterwards and I asked what advice she would give to my daughter who is away at college and struggling with anxiety. Her response: ‘tell her she rocks for even having the courage to go away to school, I didn’t, and pretend you’re good at it.’ She then went on at length about building a support group and being open about having a mental illness and although my daughter wasn’t able to go to the signing with me, when I passed the advice along she smiled, nodded, agreed, and then was super bummed that she missed the signing.
As to “pretend you’re good at it” Jenny explained that this was advice given to her by Neil Gaiman (OMG!!!) and that she writes it on her arm before every speaking event. This will totally be my next tattoo.
After the Q&A we got our books signed. Since I preordered to get the signed book plate for my hardcover and I won her blog contest for an autographed audiobook, I decided to pick up the paperback for my daughter and Andy. When I told Jenny the book was for my daughter whom I’d spoken about, she added “you rock!” to the signature. Very cool of her.
Then it was photo time
And I even got a hug from Copernicus. :)
So yeah, it was AWESOME!