CA

I've been thinking about The West. I think I'd like to go there.

60 Degrees and Sunny

The Red Tent in Dragon Park. I think I got a sunburn today.

State of the Blog - Ish

I got a laptop last weekend. I've been claiming for the past few months that possession of a laptop would enable me to write more. Encourage me to write more. But I've been sitting here for a half an hour trying to get inspired, and nothing is coming.

There's lots of stuff that I want to write about. What's going on in my life. Mostly my feelings and emotions, but I never know where the line is with such a public forum. If I were anonymous it might be different. But it's tricky deciding how honest to be when I know about six of you who do most of the perusing of this page. And you range from co-worker friends to family to other bloggers.

I have been pretty depressed for a while, but I never know how much of that to share. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm still trying to determine the threshold of what's appropriate while remaining honest. I want to write, but for the past year my life hasn't been bubbly and full of domestic happiness the way that it was before. The past year has been full of looking at myself and into myself and seeing what I don't like and not wanting to reveal all of that to anyone, really. I realized that most of my previous posts were pretty superficial because I didn't want to get too personal and when I get low I get quiet. 'Cause who wants to read about someone who's fucking unhappy all the time, especially if she can't write about it eloquently and articulately?

The point. I guess. Is this: I want to write more. I want to write better. I want to write real. I want. I want. I want. Story of my life. When do I start doing instead of just wanting?

Blizzards

I had something really great to say about my trip to MI, but I lost it. Something succinct and perfect and honest. But it vanished. So here's the rundown:
I got caught in a blizzard on my way up, which surprisingly hasn't happened to me before. I stayed in a hotel by myself in Indiana. I finished the drive the following morning and made it in time to buy baby shower gifts and head over to help with preparations. I ate too much food and helped play baby games and open presents. I spent the day with the women in my family and my brother. Later I had drinks with my aunt and her friends. Then I met my mom and brother for karaoke. I sang karaoke in Eaton Rapids. I did the Cupid Shuffle. My brother and I danced to "Stayin' Alive." He does a mean fuckin' Worm. Like three feet off the floor. Impressive. When I got home from the "bar" my grandpa made me a drunken omelet. The next morning, I drove home.
A lot of driving. Tense driving. But definitely worth it.
And. Had I stayed three extra days, I could've met my first cousin once removed. He came three weeks early. Zachery Robert. I'm still awaiting pictures. Mom and baby are doing well.

Tomorrow I Will Be In A Mitten

Or "The" Mitten, if you prefer. My cousin is having a baby. I'm going up for the baby shower. It is supposed to rain-turn-into-snow all day on my trek north. I am, however, really looking forward to seeing my family. I am excited to be sharing this first baby shower of my generation with all of the women (and maybe some men) in my family. It's a milestone. It's a little bittersweet. I'm not looking forward to the drive. But I can't wait to see them. All of them.