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?


  1. hell, 30 is a cakewalk. 37 is FAR worse when you realize you're 20 years out of high school.

    Eight days at Casa Cu Clux with Cousin Pa and the rest of the Hitler Youth was miserable enough even before taking into account FULL SIZE BED. When you and yours are used to a California King, a Full mattress simply does not play. Twelve feet of misery doesn't sleep through the night in a full.

    Our house would buy two of my brother's, and he's got a brick pile on a golf course. But then, he is in Alabama, and the crazy mortgage is the price we pay for no mosquitoes, no tornadoes, no Alabama fans, no Auburn fans, no rebel flags on poles in the front yard, and no sticking the wrong end of a 16-gauge autoloader in my mouth when I contemplate the next twenty years. Plus here you don't have to get in the car and drive HALF A MILE just to get a goddamned cell signal. So it works out about even.

    (btw the spell checker is putting those e's in the plurals up there so don't look at me.)

  2. shit, woman. you're making me feel old now. you were just a baby when we met. and i'm going to be 35. damn.

  3. i can't believe i just saw blowjob? blowjob? blowjob? up there. Actually i can!

    make your 30th bday special! We went out to dinner and a movie for mine which was not the party I was hoping to have...but I had a baby at home that I didn't have to watch and was out at night like the adult I used to be with my husband. That was worth celebrating! The 25 year old Tracy would have been disappointed. fo sho. GO BIG!

    I have the g9 and i'm still trying to figure it out. Maybe you can give me some pointers.

    Damn I didn't think it was possible for Truman to be any cuter!! he needs some wings.

  4. How about a sassy new dress? Or even shoes?

    (Naturally, I turn to fashion items. WTF.)

    When my husband turned 30, we got married. So, like, he better make MY 30th seriously awesome.

    30 is young. And my definition of young will continue to creep up every ten years or so. But dammit, you're only as old as you feel!

  5. If I hadn't bought your birthday gift yesterday, you would SO be getting a snuggie, Hell, I might have to still get one for you, JUST BECAUSE.

  6. 30 is young, Regan, very young. Trust me. If my recent experiences with an older woman are any guide, Jason's the one who should be worried about keeping up with you. ;-) Youthfulness is a frame of mind and you don't have to give up any more of it than you want to.

    In all seriousness, 30 doesn't suck. Having Truman didn't suddenly make you boring or "old" or [insert fear here], (tired and cranky, maybe, but that's a temporary thing), so the nominal zero at the end of your age won't either. You're still the same person, evolving at a steady pace in whatever direction is right for you, the concept of "milestone" is a sketchy one at best.

  7. I think you should be getting high, high heels with sparkles. Or, if you don't have $800 to spend on shoes, how about a nice handbag?

  8. I finally found someone whiter than me! Your son!

  9. Poor Tru, he's a different shade of pale!

    30 didn't bother me at all. 31, on the other hand, was harder. Probably because it meant I was closer to FORTY! GASP!

  10. Oh my goodness, now that is adorable.

    We got my sister the G11 for her trip around the world (leaving Saturday!), and it is definitely a fun model to toy with!

  11. hahah@ He totally blends right into the background!!!

    also...YAY for new cameras!

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