a weeklong journey to northern california to witness my littlest sister be married to a sweet boy. it was a long drive there and a longer one back...im happy to be home but i do miss my family. it was a real treat to be there with all of us in the same sweet vacation rental...
the grom discovered this blog on my iphone and read back further than i'd thought i'd written. it was probably a little disturbing to her, but i do hope she (yeah, you.) also read the dates on the entries and realized that i have come at least a little way from that time and mentality.
much to say, as always. but very tired.
stay tuned for caffeine fueled rundown of the trip.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
fresh air?
dear blog,
it has been long enough since ive entered:
for me to have accepted the word 'blog'
for me to have quit the job as the bartender and become an at home mama
for me to have survived that miscarriage, have a baby boy (now 2), then two more miscarriages and another baby, this time a girl (3 months)!
for me to now have a teenage daughter
for me to have come to an almost even keel with the booze, individual moments of digression notwithstanding, of course
for me to have celebrated my fifth year of marriage
for our cat to die, our other cat to disappear, our new cat to kill about six billion yard animals and our dog to get very fat
for my daughter to have started her own blog
for me to have ceased communication with my crazy mother, AND to have resumed said communication after nearly a year of (sweet) silent brooding...
and many, many other things that are awesome, rad and tubular.
i claim you, ol bloggy blog, to be the recordings of these family days...enough with the endless introspective prattle that ive driven into the ground on repeat for years...nevermind me! im merely a vessel* to transpose the dailies of these three little dude/ttes in my life...
let the spouting begin!
mucho besos,
becks
* this is also brought on by said blogging daughter's accusation that i do not have a creative bone in my body with reference to my writing skill. eh, we'll call it a challenge. lord knows i love one of those.
it has been long enough since ive entered:
for me to have accepted the word 'blog'
for me to have quit the job as the bartender and become an at home mama
for me to have survived that miscarriage, have a baby boy (now 2), then two more miscarriages and another baby, this time a girl (3 months)!
for me to now have a teenage daughter
for me to have come to an almost even keel with the booze, individual moments of digression notwithstanding, of course
for me to have celebrated my fifth year of marriage
for our cat to die, our other cat to disappear, our new cat to kill about six billion yard animals and our dog to get very fat
for my daughter to have started her own blog
for me to have ceased communication with my crazy mother, AND to have resumed said communication after nearly a year of (sweet) silent brooding...
and many, many other things that are awesome, rad and tubular.
i claim you, ol bloggy blog, to be the recordings of these family days...enough with the endless introspective prattle that ive driven into the ground on repeat for years...nevermind me! im merely a vessel* to transpose the dailies of these three little dude/ttes in my life...
let the spouting begin!
mucho besos,
becks
* this is also brought on by said blogging daughter's accusation that i do not have a creative bone in my body with reference to my writing skill. eh, we'll call it a challenge. lord knows i love one of those.
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