24 July 2011

Boom Boom Pow

Of note:
Gabriel apparently knows all the words to this song (Boom Boom Pow, by the Black Eyed Peas, if you were wondering).
Gabriel zips his lip instead of singing whenever there's a bad word.
Kid's got better moves than I do.

18 July 2011

This is the sort of thing you do when you're feeling weak.

I can't sing, I don't sing.
I hate myself on video, I don't do video.
Gabriel wanted me to sing Bling Blang with him, and make it a movie.
In a moment of missing-my-kid weakness, I agreed.
Let's all enjoy some Arlo Guthrie, shall we?
It's good to have him back.

14 July 2011

Who would have thought that bras were such a devisive issue?


I'm still pretty stunned by the high asshole quotient on my illustrated guide to why bra shopping sucks.
I'll address some things:
-Yes, I know my bra size.
-Yes, I have breasts.
-It's okay if you personally do not have problems shopping for bras. That doesn't reflect any flaw with your character, nor do my problems reflect my own inability to put my body into a garment that fits me. People's bodies are different, yo. It doesn't matter what my official bra size is, my boobs are not perfect hemispheres. I'm almost 30, I spent a year and a half nursing a kid, and my tits were never that great to begin with. THAT IS OKAY. Chill the fuck out, y'all.
-I'm a moron. I'm 100% capable of misspelling shit, and I promise you that won't change. Doesn't matter how many pieces of paper I frame on my wall.
-I'm a shitty fucking artist. I THOUGHT THAT WAS CLEAR.


I have three classes under my belt and I've so far managed to hang onto my 4.0. No thanks to my raging ADHD or my chronic laziness. I'm....not really sure how this happened.

I'm picking up Gabriel on Friday, and I'll have him through next Wednesday, when he goes back to his dad's for another nineish days. He's been asking to come home a lot, and I miss him like crazy, so I would love to just keep him through the rest of the summer, reverting back to our regular weekend switch off custody situation, but I'm trying to be fair. Gabriel will necessarily spend less time with his dad during the school year, because travel is harder on a kid in school. I'm clinging to my logical Fairness Doctrine. But oh, I miss that boy. I can't wait to see him.

I need a suit. As part of my new grown-up life. I don't.....look very good in suits. My waist is too small for my larger buttular region, so skirts ride up in an awkward and unflattering way. My legs are too short for my long torso, and dress pants look funny on me. Button-down shirts are ALWAYS too tight on my arms. If I talk about this later, please don't take it as an implied criticism of the ease with which you purchase your professional attire.

I very much need and want a vacation. There is no vacation in sight.

I am currently in a course covering the legal and ethical environment of professional accounting. To say I'm having trouble focusing would be quite the understatement.

11 July 2011

Why Bra Shopping Sucks, an illustrated guide of theory vs. reality

Push Up Theory
Push Up Reality
Demi Theory
Demi Reality
Convertible Theory
Convertible Reality
Balconette Theory
Balconette Reality
Front Closure Theory
Front Closure Reality
Full Coverage Theory
Full Coverage Reality

Gabriel, Summer Rivers, Swings and Visits

I spent my Sunday visiting Gabriel in Sacramento.
He's still at his dad's.
We're still doing this thing, where he's spending the bulk of his summer at his father's house.
It's so strange, to be the visiting parent, to miss out on the day-to-day.
Gabriel is having a fun summer.
He's going to camp, and going camping, and learning to ride his bike, and swimming in the pool.
He misses me, but I imagine it's much the same as the way he misses his dad, not seeing him when he's here at home.
I can tell that this is harder on me than him, and I'm glad for that.
I'm happy that he loves his dad, that his dad loves him, that they are having fun together.
I'm glad that I'm having him every other weekend while he's at his dad's, that he's not just gone for the summer.
I wish the weekends I had with him (brother's wedding, boyfriend's graduation), were less hectic, more normal, that I had more hours to devote to drinking in this golden sunshine boy of mine.
I have him next weekend, and then he does one more two week stretch (that's three all together), before I get him back for keeps at the end of this month.
I miss him in my bones.
My mom and I drove up to Sacramento today, to capture Gabriel for as many hours as we could manage.  I woke up before dawn and drove through the morning and picked him up just after 10am.  We went to my brother's house, we swam in the American River, Gabriel had his first go on a rope swing, we went to the park, we rode a carousel, we ate popsicles and passion fruit, I brought him back sweaty and dirty and exhausted.
I'll see him again on Friday, but oh this day was nice.
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Whole photoset appears here.