...And we're back.
I was just commenting on how I want to start posting again but every time I try to catch up on the last year it feels like I'm trying to write a novel. My verbosity out strips Facebook regularly, but LJ makes me feel like I need to provide a consistent narrative for the last year. While commenting that, I realized I should just do it.
Feel free to ask questions.
I'm still at my grandmother's house, the graphic design job I worked for a year was never consistent enough to get out, and I got laid off because they didn't have enough work to for me.
Last night was a lot of fun, my boyfriend, The Mad Scientist and his 3 year old daughter, the Baby came by for the weeknight visitation. I'm only about 20 min. from her mother's house and a lot cheaper than a restaurant. Usually he picks me up and we get her together, but yesterday he had my car since his broke and I pinched a nerve in my shoulder and couldn't drive for a couple of days. It was adorable, He said in the car, The Baby asked him if we could make Gingerbread cookies at my house, luckily I still had the dough tube from her last visit. She also requested Spaghetti-Os, which I think is fantastic because it shows she's thinking about where she's going and what she wants to do when she gets there. I heated the O's, we all colored in the enormous coloring book my grandmother got for her, and played with little hamster toys that lived in the cave that was created by my slouching on the couch. There was also a ghost. We made cookies, played Hide and Seek, then we had to bring her home. Sadly visits have been short lately, there's a big shopping complex between her Mom and I and traffic has been terrible.
Then I drove TMS the hour home, where I finally got to meet his other sister and her girlfriend. He and I have been together for almost a year and I'm a pretty common fixture at his folk's house* so everybody keeps forgetting I'd never met her before. It was hard to tear myself away and go home.
*He's living at home, he's doesn't make enough to swing an apartment post child support without a roommate, and with the Baby and custody issues, he really can't do a roommate. The second I get something, we're getting a place.
Feel free to ask questions.
I'm still at my grandmother's house, the graphic design job I worked for a year was never consistent enough to get out, and I got laid off because they didn't have enough work to for me.
Last night was a lot of fun, my boyfriend, The Mad Scientist and his 3 year old daughter, the Baby came by for the weeknight visitation. I'm only about 20 min. from her mother's house and a lot cheaper than a restaurant. Usually he picks me up and we get her together, but yesterday he had my car since his broke and I pinched a nerve in my shoulder and couldn't drive for a couple of days. It was adorable, He said in the car, The Baby asked him if we could make Gingerbread cookies at my house, luckily I still had the dough tube from her last visit. She also requested Spaghetti-Os, which I think is fantastic because it shows she's thinking about where she's going and what she wants to do when she gets there. I heated the O's, we all colored in the enormous coloring book my grandmother got for her, and played with little hamster toys that lived in the cave that was created by my slouching on the couch. There was also a ghost. We made cookies, played Hide and Seek, then we had to bring her home. Sadly visits have been short lately, there's a big shopping complex between her Mom and I and traffic has been terrible.
Then I drove TMS the hour home, where I finally got to meet his other sister and her girlfriend. He and I have been together for almost a year and I'm a pretty common fixture at his folk's house* so everybody keeps forgetting I'd never met her before. It was hard to tear myself away and go home.
*He's living at home, he's doesn't make enough to swing an apartment post child support without a roommate, and with the Baby and custody issues, he really can't do a roommate. The second I get something, we're getting a place.