In Love

You might be wondering where I’ve been for the last two weeks… Truth is, I’ve been swamped at work… There’s been free time, but I’ve spent every free moment as of late with Colin. Tonight, I’m at his house, still high on Christmas fumes and he’s cooking for me. This is the first time he’s cooked for me — what a treat.

Tonight, we’re having a pork loin with a rub that he made with thyme, garlic, brown sugar, oregano and basil. We’re also having Swiss Chard, sauteed with garlic and shallots… And some basmati rice. He rubbed the meat all down and then smooshed it into a pan and seared it and now, with all the fond (I’m guessing french for schmutz) left over in the pan, he’s going to finish the pork loin with a pan sauce of marsala, whole grain mustard, and butter. (He’s dictating this to me so I can make sure I say it right. What I want to say is, “He’s doing some such shit in the kitchen and it smells realll good.)

We’re drinking beer that I gifted to him for Christmas (though the boy child claimed it while we were wrapping gifts) and listening to his “cooking mix” on iTunes. (more…)

Spitfire!

I’m not very good at keeping my opinion to myself… Not when it really matters. If you’re in LOVE with that horrible shirt that makes you look like you’ve got one giant, wide tit perched atop your inner-tube belly, I’m not going to tell you it looks terrible… Not unless you try to wear it on a date or to an important client meeting or something. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter.

But if I think it’s important, I can’t keep my mouth shut. At least, as Anna says, I am “eloquent even when pissed.”

Since I’m not on my laptop presently, I’m just going to cut and paste the details rather than the screenshots of the status blasting I did today on Facebook.

It started with this:

Jami Oof, I’m all worked up. Ladies: attenshun! Yer bodies were made fer birthin’! That is all.

And then, my sister chimes in with:

Julie lol…

Uhh… What is she laughing at? Probably that she realizes the shitstorm that is about to occur on my status. (more…)

Comic(al)

We had such an incredible weekend, man. My parents watched the boy on Friday night while I stole away for a date with The Sous. We met one of his best guy friends at a bar and had a hilarious evening of ball-busting and espresso stouts and goofing off. Then, I popped over to my sister’s house and picked up all of her kids (AND DROVE A MINIVAN!), swung by the shop where my dad had the boy and we all headed home. Me + two seven years olds + one five year old + one almost two year old = NUTS! Super fun nuts, but nuts just the same.

All the kids spent the night and I ended up with a boy on one side of me and a sweet, not-quite-a-baby-anymore little girl with her arms linked around my neck for most of the night. I forgot how special it is to sleep in the same bed with a baby. (No, I’m not hankering for another one… yet)

Then Sunday, I took the boy to Comic Con. (more…)

My boy

This is the beginning of the fourth week with my son, uninterrupted by visitation with his father, thanks to getting Thanksgiving weekend which wasn’t part of my regularly scheduled time with him.

Thanksgiving shirt and tie (by his own choice) complete with temporary neck tattoo.

In years past, long stretches like this were really hard. I’m sure part of it was that he was younger and harder to handle… Less able to communicate and more able to, um…  bang on things and make little boy noises. But right now, this stretch? This has been one of the greatest months on record.

We haven’t even really DONE much either, just a lot of spending time together… Getting our rhythms in sync. It’s been really beautiful and I can tell that the both of us are just more at peace and calmer an happier. (more…)

Oh, what a day.

It’s an interesting thing to reflect on a post title like that one… A year ago, something with a title like that would be full of complaining and bullshit and groaning and lots of gnashing of teeth.

But today… Was pretty awesome. (more…)