Ack! It's been two months since I've posted anything. Aren't aspiring writers supposed to write everyday??? Well how exactly am I supposed to do that with a house full of people, huh? Hey, I'm talking to you. What you're probably saying is, "If you were really serious about this, Kristin, you'd just do it." Oh shut up.
Well, despite what you think I actually DID have a busy two months and the writing was an unfortunate casualty of all the fun I was busy having. But, now I'm back! And if anyone is actually reading this I'm sure the two of you are THRILLED!
A lot has happened these past months. I went to San Francisco with eight of my pals for my big 4-0 birthday, or as I like to call it, "Kristin's Turning 40 Even Though She Only Looks 25 Birthday Extravaganza (with wine and fake mustaches)." It was fuuuuuuun. Extra u's in there for emphasis. I used to live there and loved it so it was great to be back, especially with the hilarious group of gals I went with. Yep, I'm forty. I say gals, and also I complain about my feet.
While there, in between drinking binges, we visited some old haunts, even went by my old apartment and found out one of my past roommates still lives there. As we're standing in front of the stoop he pokes his head out, stoned out of his gourd, which really was no big change from when I knew him twelve years ago. He looks at me groggily and says, "Hey, don't I know you?" After catching up for a few minutes I said, "Hey, Rich, I know this is incredibly forward but do you think there is any way I could peek in the apartment to see how it's changed from when I lived here?"
He stared at me for a second, and then through the pot stupor says, "No".
He mumbled about it being messy and he didn't want to have all "these people" (as he references my friends with a sweep of his hand) traipsing through his house. Ah, yes, Rich. He's got that je ne sais quoi, which is French for "he's kind of an asshole."
As we said goodbye and walked away we decided that he probably had a meth lab going in his kitchen, which is the real reason why he didn't want us in there. Or, it just smells like weed and "dude", you know the smell I'm talking about, you know what they're up to.......
After returning from the birthday happy fun times I returned home just in time for my husband's commissioning as he'd been recently promoted to Warrant, can I get a what what.
We had the ceremony in our tiny back yard where we hosted about 75 people, and then gave them tacos, and then we gave them cake, and then we told them to get the hell out because honestly, the party's over and you don't live here.
This is me dropping the pin I was supposed to put on his collar down the front of my dress.
We planned the commissioning for the day before Thanksgiving so that the people who were coming in for the holiday could attend. It was nuts. We had family and friends in from Rhode Island, Virginia, Ventura, Los Angeles, Seattle, and Arizona. It was like a summit for the American United Nations, with wine and hors d'oeuvres. Lots of people, all of whom I love dearly but in all honesty I was glad when it was over. It's hard hosting a bunch of people for five days. You go to bed, they're there, you wake up, they're there, you come out of the bathroom after trying to secretly go poop and they're there. And they're hungry, and they want to know what "the plan" is. I DON'T KNOW, LEAVE ME ALONE! WHERE'S MY COFFEE! WHO LEFT THE TOILET SEAT UP!
But despite the hectic-ness, that is not a word but you get it, it was really great. We don't get to see the family all that much so very cool to have everyone together, stuffed full of food and slightly tipsy. "And here's what I REALLY think of you..." no we aren't that kind of family. We'll just wait until you go home and then talk about you.
So after the craziness of the birthday weekend, the commissioning and Thanksgiving the big family group left the husband and I decided to take a romantic getaway to Santa Barbara for a few nights. We met there at UCSB so we'd thought we'd go back to "re-kindle the romance" so to speak, wink wink nudge nudge. My mom was nice enough to stay with the kid so we could go and do it in a hotel room, and then eat a free continental breakfast.
The trip was great, always nice to get out of the daily routine with the man, I admit I sometimes forget how great he is, I get sidetracked by all the shit that annoys me (did I mention the toilet seat being up? yeah, that's his gig, and no amount of shock therapy is going to change him.) so it was great to get a little reconnection time in after the hub bub of the last month (even though he occasionally left the hotel toilet seat up and complained about the prices of everything....but that's the charm of him, at least this is what he tells me.)
Well after that was of course the big one, Christmas. Yikes. Actually this year was very low key, we stayed home, mom came down and we just sat around and ate and ate and watched a zillion Christmas movies. I think I was more into the kid ones than our five year old! I was seriously bribing him with candy so he'd let me watch the end of Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer. He could give a shit about that movie. Sometimes I wonder if he's actually my son (but then he'll walk up to me and ask me to pull his finger and I'm once again convinced he's mine.)
Christmas is great but once it's over it's hard to get out of the routine of shoving every bit of food I encounter into my face at all times and sitting on my ass instead of exercising. Were my jeans this tight at the beginning of the season? I must have put these in the dryer....on super hot.....twice. THAT'S why they're tight. It's not the eight cookies you just ate for breakfast. How many times did I find myself saying, "Hey, it's the holidays! What the hell! You have to treat yourself SOMETIMES, right? I said this for two months straight...just ask my pants.
So now I'm back! And thank GAWD. I love the holidays but I've reached overload with it. I just want to get all these decorations out of my sight (how can you love your tree so much one week and then totally despise it the next?), throw out all the crap food from the holidays (and by crap I mean delicious and filled with butter and sugar) I want to get back to my normal schedule, back to the gym, but most of all I just want my damn jeans to fit again.
Happy New Year, ya'll!
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