Sparks and Butterflies...

But aside from that, she's still completely normal

I get to see crack

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So.  Saturday I spackled Joseph’s room, and yesterday, we sanded down, all in prep for painting perhaps next weekend.  Part one of our House Beautiful project.

We also did laundry and dishes.

Poe and I were covered in spackle dust from head to toe.  Poe now knows what I’ll look like when I’m fully gray.

Go to take a shower as one is wont to do when covered in dust, when lo and behold – no hot water.

A side note – my parents live next door, and they own this house too.  In other words, my parents are our landlords.  Not perfect – as my mother says, “We just know too much about each other” but I’m here if they need me which they do more and more now that they’re elderly, and they get to be a part of the kids’ every day lives.  BUT – they are on vacation for the next week.  That means my father, manly man of everything handy, is gone.  My husband, God love him, is not very handy.

We thought that maybe since we’d done so much laundry and the dishes in a short amount of time, that we just ran out of hot water.  We wait a few hours.  Still no hot water.  Poe went out and turned off the hot water heater, and back on.  Wait a few hours.  Still no hot water.  He took the kids to my parents house to take baths.  This morning?  Still no hot water.

Sigh.

While if it were JUST showers, we could just go next door.  But with a family of four – we can’t wait a week for my handy dad to get home.  I have to call a plumber.  Am NOT looking forward to this.  Also – must call in at work, and my boss will NOT be happy about it.  And when dad gets back he will NOT be happy about it.

Dude.  I just want hot water.

introductory vlog

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Please don’t laugh at my first vlog. And take your dramamine. and introduce yourself to my boobs. I don’t have the hang of this yet. It took me 3 days to figure out how to compress and post it.


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Why L.A. can #Suckit!

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I had to drive my parents to San Pedro today.  They’re cruisin’ and I had to drop them off.  Logan came with.

My father drives there – old man that he is.  I just pretend not to notice that he still thinks 55 is the speed limit (so he goes 50.  on the freeway.)

We get there.  All is well, my mother’s complaints not withstanding.

Back on the road…  Not 5 minutes in to the return trip the following occurs…

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Logan: I have to go to the bathroom.

Me: Just hold it, I can’t get off the freeway here.

… 10 minutes later

Logan: I really have to go to the bathroom

Me: You see how I’m all the way over here, and the streets are all the way over there?  You see all those cars?  I can’t get over.  Hold it.

… 5 minutes later

Logan: I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM

Me: You have a choice.  You can pee in a bottle, or you can hold it.

Logan: Hold it.  *sigh*

… 5 minutes later

Logan: I CAN’T HOLD IT!

Me: Ready for the bottle?

Logan: YES!!

… 30 seconds later

Logan:  I CAN’T GET MY PENIS OUT?!

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And this is how I ended up in the worst part of L.A. in an abandoned gas station holding a bottle in one hand and my son’s penis in the other.

The end.

Birthday Boy

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Dear Joseph…

Today, at around 4:35 am, you turned 8 years old. You know as well as I do that the last couple of years have been rough on us, my boy. But – we’re slowly getting through it.

I’m your mom. I love you. I always will. And yes, more than chocolate cake.

As I think back over the last 8 years, it’s hard to believe that it’s really been that long. I remember trying to get you to sleep – I remember that the only thing that ever worked was rocking, patting your back hard, and singing. There was something about the vibrations that did it for you. That lasted until you were two, and you finally started being able to go to sleep all on your own.

I watch you hop on your own into bed, with your own configuration of blankets, and go straight to sleep. I wish I could do the same. Somewhere along the way I did something right.

JoJo, you’re a highly intelligent boy. May you learn to use discretion with your intelligence, and find your path unique to you. May you learn to truly love what you do – no matter what it is. May you always know that I love you more than chocolate cake, even when you’re driving me up the ever-loving wall.

Here’s some pics to show how far you’ve come.

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Later in the day that you were born 8 years ago.

Biiiiig yawns - Joseph

About 2 weeks old. Yeah that’s a sock on your hand – wicked fingernails, and I didn’t have the courage to cut them yet.

Dad Argo & Joseph - 6/10/00

Papa is slightly terrified of the screaming.

mommy and joseph - 2007

You and me, kid.

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What?

joseph

The big second grader.

You’ve changed so much. Every day. I can’t slow it down. But I love you. Know that. I’m so very proud of you and all your hard work in the last couple of years.

Happy 8th birthday, sun son.

Big Girl Panties

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I’ve GOT to get that waaaaah post off the top.

Bottom line is this.  I have a job.  Perhaps something will fall into my lap.  Perhaps not.  Perhaps I’ll spend the next 4 years paying off student loan debts off from an away from home job.   So be it.

I’ve got my Big Girl Panties back on.

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