Dear San Francisco tourists – WALK on the left, STAND on the right
I didn’t go to class this evening. I went to have some vegan Vietnamese food in Oakland instead.
Part of the reason I didn’t go to class is because of a sinus ache that is returning from over a month of not fully recovering from a sinus infection.
I haven’t run more than a mile or two in a while because my knee hurts, but I’m too scared to go to the doctor because I’ve convinced myself the doctor will want to replace my knee. I’m too young for this.
I’ve put on some extra pudge. But it doesn’t really bother me as much as it usually does.
Boy and I have grown close. It’s nice.
The closer we get the more the events of last fall haunt me. But that’s not a bad thing for me and boy.
Sometimes after watching Jon and Kate plus 8, I start talking to Jack like Kate does her kids. Because I am a strong hard-ass and he will grow up to be the best dog he can be with my help. I am shaping a dog people.
Jack just sneezed like 5 or 6 times in a row.
I was looking forward to BlogHer. But now I am wary of such a large community of women. Mostly because I am tired of mothers who think being a mother makes them more valuable an individual than other women who don’t have children. It’s not cool. I’m hoping stereotypes will be broken.
I have serious stomach issues. Sometimes I have to rush boy home so I can go to the bathroom and he has taken to running in circles around me yelling “poop emergency! it’s a poop emergency people!!”
Boy turns 38 tomorrow.
I remind him of his age everyday.
I just made him some tea and saw a dead little fruit fly in the water and just scooped it out without changing the water.
I don’t feel bad about this. I think I would have done the same if it were my tea.
He’s going to read that and spit on my waffle in the morning. But that’s okay.
Because I made him a chocolate cake with cayenne pepper and cinnamon. It’s awesome.