Well, wasn’t that a nice little vacation from blogging.
We got back from California last night after a 9 hour delay in SFO for mechanical reasons. Max is asleep and I’m holding my own with thy cruel mistress jet lag. I’m staying up, damn it. I have gone rounds with Max for the last 9 months, I think I can take her this year.
My New Year’s resolution this year is to start really writing again. And to get back to the gym. And to wean Max and get him to a) sleep through the night and b) in his own bed. I might need super mom Claire to come help me out.
I’ll write more a bit later, because lots has happened and I can actually write about most of it unlike the shit storm of November and December. I lost weight in Cali like I always do. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but I eat everything I want and I still end up in the negative. Got to love it. Max cut his first tooth and got his first ear infection and first antibiotics. I lost my wallet and my old camera. Sparky did NOT work out, played Assassin’s Creed II and went to a gun show. I bought hooker boots then took them back when I realized that I didn’t like the way the red shinny pleather squeaked when it rubbed together and splurged on some way cool aviator sunglasses that make me feel like a movie star. Mani/pedis with the SILs and Mim. Shopping. Family dinners and breakfasts that Jennice, Jeff’s GF, would make because she wanted to and we’d just sit around and eat fabu food and talk. A trip to a beach house in Capitola my dad rented. And oh so many people all the time that when we walked in our door last night, Max looked around for his many admirer’s only to find his Mom and Dad and two pissed off cats.
It’s good to be home and in my own space, but the idea of leaving the warmth and love of my family does leave me a bit bereft. I need to get back to California and that my friends is another story for another day.
Until then here is a glimpse of my time out west. I only have a few unless by some miracle, my old camera is found.