Boxing Day updates
When I was a kid, I used to think today was about prize fighting. No joke.
Movers are here taking our stuff to be shipped to England. We have so much crap! And we got rid of probably half of it in anticipation of this move. I had no idea how we ended up with all this crap. Who needs two nut crackers? And why do we have a whole bunch of empty poster frames and posters waiting to be framed? Are we really that lazy?
I guess we're telling people I'm pregnant. I told my uncle last night (because it was relevant to the conversation) and he was just "oh, ok." And I felt like that was exactly the reaction I am looking for from people. It makes me irrationally uncomfortable to have people make a deal over it. It just is. Be excited and happy when baby comes, sure. But now, I feel miserable all the time. We also told my nephews because apparently they had been asking my sister (because their mom recently had a baby and they are all yay baby). I asked Q to tell them, but he didn't (he told my mom weeks ago even though we had asked him not to tell anyone). So my sister told them and T (who is 7) said something like "I hope it doesn't die like the last one." (I had a spontaneous abortion over the summer.) And I feel like that was my second most favorite reaction to the news.
We are flying out in about two weeks! I'm kind of having break downs about this periodically. There is just so much to do, both here before we go and once we arrive. Not to mention we'll be two weeks in both places without our crap. And then unpacking!!
I have no idea how to promote my book, but I'm so not thinking about it now. I think once we settle in in England a bit, I'm going to do Book Rooster. But I decided a while ago that I really don't care. That sounds wrong. Of course I care, but it's enough to me that the people who read it enjoy it. I don't want anything more than that. That's why I'm offering it for free (at least until it takes off and everyone's reading it and it gets turned into a movie and all that ;) ).
The other day I saw an old friend from camp. That was really nice. She is a professor now in Georgia and I'm just so proud of her because she worked so hard and is so smart. And I know she gets a lot of crap from her parents about not being married and it makes me really angry on her behalf. I hate that shit. I suggested that she try to make the holiday questioning as awkward for the questioner as possible. Like when they ask her if she has a boyfriend (yet) to say something like, well, my boyfriend just killed himself/died horribly, so no, not now. Or if not something tragic, just something awkward. Like, no, I prefer masturbating and watching gay porn.
Movers are here taking our stuff to be shipped to England. We have so much crap! And we got rid of probably half of it in anticipation of this move. I had no idea how we ended up with all this crap. Who needs two nut crackers? And why do we have a whole bunch of empty poster frames and posters waiting to be framed? Are we really that lazy?
I guess we're telling people I'm pregnant. I told my uncle last night (because it was relevant to the conversation) and he was just "oh, ok." And I felt like that was exactly the reaction I am looking for from people. It makes me irrationally uncomfortable to have people make a deal over it. It just is. Be excited and happy when baby comes, sure. But now, I feel miserable all the time. We also told my nephews because apparently they had been asking my sister (because their mom recently had a baby and they are all yay baby). I asked Q to tell them, but he didn't (he told my mom weeks ago even though we had asked him not to tell anyone). So my sister told them and T (who is 7) said something like "I hope it doesn't die like the last one." (I had a spontaneous abortion over the summer.) And I feel like that was my second most favorite reaction to the news.
We are flying out in about two weeks! I'm kind of having break downs about this periodically. There is just so much to do, both here before we go and once we arrive. Not to mention we'll be two weeks in both places without our crap. And then unpacking!!
I have no idea how to promote my book, but I'm so not thinking about it now. I think once we settle in in England a bit, I'm going to do Book Rooster. But I decided a while ago that I really don't care. That sounds wrong. Of course I care, but it's enough to me that the people who read it enjoy it. I don't want anything more than that. That's why I'm offering it for free (at least until it takes off and everyone's reading it and it gets turned into a movie and all that ;) ).
The other day I saw an old friend from camp. That was really nice. She is a professor now in Georgia and I'm just so proud of her because she worked so hard and is so smart. And I know she gets a lot of crap from her parents about not being married and it makes me really angry on her behalf. I hate that shit. I suggested that she try to make the holiday questioning as awkward for the questioner as possible. Like when they ask her if she has a boyfriend (yet) to say something like, well, my boyfriend just killed himself/died horribly, so no, not now. Or if not something tragic, just something awkward. Like, no, I prefer masturbating and watching gay porn.