Saturday, January 30, 2010


jparks: "Do you want me to take you to Circle A with the egg?"
me: "Uh, Circle A? With the egg?" (I'm thinking it's maybe a new restaurant for brunch)
"Yay, you know the egg. The Circle A."
"The. Circle. A."
"Cirque du Soleil? Ovo?"

Folks, this is why I had to marry him, because no one else would ever be able to figure out what in the hell he's talking about.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

the view from here could be worse

Greetings from the other side of 30! Things here are, um, older? Actually, having only been in the land of 30 year olds for ten days now I can say life here isn't as scary as I was expecting, although a few things do suck.

Sucky Thing Number 1: Truman's reaction when I told him how old I am now

He used to be my favorite child, but has now lost that title to Lily. She will never judge me for getting older.

Sucky Thing Number 2: Mustache

I swear the day before my birthday my upper lip decided "What the hell, let's grow a mustache!" I'm no stranger to facial waxing as I can't handle plucking my own eyebrows so I have them beaten into submission via wax frequently. And I've even given in to waxing that upper lip area in the past, but I've never felt like it was necessary. Before it was a preventative attack but now it needs to be done. I wonder if it feels like jparks is just kissing himself lately.

I'm sure there are other sucky things that I'm too tired to remember them right now. (perhaps I'm not too tired, it's just my memory going since I'm old. That can be Sucky Thing Number 3!) So onto the good things about being 30! Wheee!

We went to dinner at LB Steak, just the two of us, and I got a very tasty adult beverage:

It's okay to admit that you're a bit disappointed that my tasty beverage is covering my mustache. That wasn't done on purpose and is just a happy mistake

Besides a spiced pear lemon drop I also had a filet mignon and some truffled mac and cheese. Oh! And pork belly with a fried egg! It was a meal full of win.

After dinner jparks and I walked over to Nordstrom where I got these beauties:
Apparently once you're 30 you're finally responsible enough to own a pair of very expensive shoes. Or maybe you need very expensive shoes to distract from your mustache. Either way, I have very expensive shoes that make me feel very good. I know you're thinking those are pretty tame as far as shoes go, and I would have loved something more along these lines, but really, a black pump? I'll wear the hell out of that.

All things considered 30 isn't too bad. I mean, sure as Mary-Lynn pointed out lusting after Chuck Bass is now probably extra creepy and I bet that same thing applies to Puck from Glee, but hey I have nice shoes! And jparks still loves me despite the mustache. Now if I could just convince Truman that me being 30 isn't the end of the world and that if he wants to make fun of someone for being old, perhaps his father is better suited for being the butt of those jokes. After all, he's older then me and bald, that's comedy gold right there.

Monday, January 4, 2010

vacation overload

Do you know there is such a thing as too long of a vacation? We've been away from home since December 18th and dear god I am so ready to get back to my own bed. Also, the kid has refused to sleep in a crib or pack and play through this whole trip and has been sleeping right between jparks and I, which might work for other couples, but sucks for us. Truman is getting the boot as soon as we get home. In fact, he's lucky jparks and I aren't hiring a nanny to stay with him that first night so we can go shack up in a hotel. Not that we would have the energy to do anything to make paying for a hotel worthwhile, unless you count me passing out as soon as we walked into the room as jparks serenades me with a chorus of "blowjob? blowjob? blowjob?" all night long worthwhile.

The first part of this trip was spent in New Orleans where we got to see lots of family and friends. We are still on the second part of the trip in Austin where our friends have been really trying to sell me on the idea of buying a house. The biggest selling point is that for what we paid for our tiny townhouse in CA, we could have a huge house with a yard (A YARD!) here. I've got to admit, it is very tempting. Also, jparks dreams of living behind his friend Jeff so they can live out some King Of The Hill fantasy where they stand in an alley and drink beer and say "Yup." So I don't know, we'll have to see what happens.

In unrelated news, my Christmas gift to myself from jparks was a Canon G11, which is rocking my world like you would not believe. Another gift was a photography session in New Orleans and so far I've only seen three of the pictures, but I'm so excited about them. I love how good my hair and skin can look under the careful hand of someone that knows photoshop.

We also did a session of Truman only pictures with jparks' mom and thanks to those pictures I've learned that my child is beyond albino. Come summer I'm not even sure SPF 100 will be enough to protect him.

The only other thing going on lately is that my birthday is quickly approaching and this year it's a big one, 30. I waver back and forth between being okay with 30 and having mild freak outs over it. Of course, it helps to remember that I might be turning 30, but that means my mom is 55 and that's way worse. I'm currently on the hunt for the perfect gift to celebrate this birthday milestone, but have been coming up empty handed. I'm open to suggestions if you know of an awesome gift that says "Hey, you're 30 and it doesn't suck as much as everyone says!" Maybe a snuggie?