Starbody

Look, I even categorized things in case you want to skip over things you might find boring. Can you guess what I do for a living? That’s right, craft emails. Okay, no, not really, but sometimes it seems like it. It seems like I’m striving to communicate to people who don’t speak the same language … except we do. For instance, I might say “Can you please take care of this today as it is critical for our work?” and by the time Outlook has done it’s voodoo and shoved it through Exchange Server (which I’m convinced turns even the brightest, clearest, most inspiring emails into tripe) you read “Don’t bother worrying about this email. Because if I need this done badly enough, I’ll remember to remind you later about it.” But, I digress.

The Dad Who Chose To Take Care Of His Son

Poking around Network Solutions looking for domain names to launch a new blog that the husband doesn’t know he’s going to own yet. I’m going to be all “Surprise! See what I bought you?” And he’s going to be all “Were they out of hamburgers?” It’s just that we talk alot about his experience (so far) as a Stay-At-Home-Dad (including a better label than that) because it’s been a really interesting experience so far for all. The biggest issue we’ve discovered is that sadly, there are still many stereotypes around fathers who decide to stay home to take care of their children. He has gotten alot of “Oh, you’re Mr. Mom” and just the other day, we were at the doctor’s office for what shall be known from here on out as THE EYE INCIDENT when I overheard the nurse say “Babysitting today?”. I literally saw the question mark appear over the husband’s head as he tried to understand what that meant. His response was simply “That’s my wife and son.” We’ve had mixed responses from our families and not necessarily negative but also not overwhelmingly positive either. I won’t go on and on about that any more than I already have. But, suffice to say that I think it’s incredible that the husband takes care of the boy full time. Often it’s the mom who stays home (which is of course, awesome) but I think that one day the boy will look back and see how special having his dad with him everyday really was/is. I’ve gotten to carry the boy in the belly and I’ve spent countless hours peering into his little face while nursing him. This is the husband’s turn to have those special moments all to himself.

Looking For Inspiration

Aren’t I always? Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve done a little sewing and have been brewing lots of little ideas in my head. For most of my life, I’ve taken those ideas for granted and have now realized I need to give them the proper caring for they deserve. We are halfway through converting the dude room (or man cave, if you prefer) into a shared space for both of our creative endeavors. In planning this space, I’m already looking for ways to make it easy to capture thoughts, ideas and flights of fantasy. This is a long overdue project that hopefully, will contribute to more time spent being creative and less time thinking about it. Note to self: re-read Recollections of My Life As a Woman from Diane DiPrima.

The smallest bite ever

This is the smallest bite ever. You can tell by it’s proportion to my stress bitten fingernail.

Husband Attacked By Killer Plant And Survives

The husband was attacked by a killer plant that squirted poison in his eye. It immediately swelled up and during the night he grew green tentacles and tried to eat my brains. In the morning, we went to the doctor who gave him antibiotics which cleared it all up. Everything in that story is true except the tentacles and brain eating. Oh and then he was bitten by a spider three times. And then the dog tore his dew claw off and had to go to the vet and spend $150 of his allowance on antibiotics and anti-inflammatory medicines. Let’s just say it was a banner week at the Nest.

My Technology Avarice Will Not Die

I admit it. I have a problem. I love new technology and I hate new technology at the same time. As you may see, this causes problems. All of that conflict aside, I need (and that means want) a new machine setup. If money was no object, that there left image is what I’d be hitting check out on right now. Oh boy, it qualifies for free shipping. Really? I hope it comes with a house boy that delivers it to my door as well considering it’s almost 3K.

The Powerbook G4 I’m typing on at this very moment has certainly served me well. It’s made one trip back to Apple for service and has performed superbly … that is, until now. Small little things are starting to happen (like the clock sometimes changing itself to 1964) and they are increasingly annoying (like the downloaded files that pretend to only partially download). There comes a time in every tech girls life when you just don’t want to fix things and just want the computer equivalent of a pair of brand new Manolo Blahnik patent leather Mary Janes.

For now, I’ll just deal with the weirdness and hope that the laptop fairy might bestow a new machine on me. Or I win the lotto (or as Fishizzle says, the tax for people who can’t do math). Or I convince myself that spending 3K is a good idea and necessary for my mental health. Or I get a new job that pays lots and lots of money. Stay tuned.