Due to the normally scheduled summer deluges that happen everyday at 3 pm - My front yard has been completely taken over by mushrooms! It makes me want to raise them - a continuing fantasy of mine….raising delicious mushrooms!
And on a completely different but equally cool (even cooler) note - Pantsless got a promotion at work! Way to go Pantsless!
(In other words, I bought my tickets this morning to go see Eddie Izzard, and I’m excited about it.)
So over the course of the past week, something magical has happened here in the Martinez/Brown casa. It started with the new furniture. The old futon was moved into our bedroom to get it out of the way. And then, with very little encouragement - the dogs started sleeping on it at night.
As a result - we’re so much more comfortable, sleeping better, and generally in a better mood. I can’t believe how easy it was.
So this past winter - my mom had kidney cancer.  All turned out okay - but everything moved so fast - I didn’t really have time to process it, to think about how I felt about it, or anything. Now as a repeat performance seems imminent - I’m realizing I didn’t deal with it at all.
I keep saying It’s just not fair….but I should know by now - nothing really is.
Really not much to update.
The Sibs graduated from college (yay sibs!)
The baby basset is giant now - easily over 40 pounds, and just 5 months old!
Biggest setback of lately - was that my billing department (read = me) got a little lazy, and therefore way behind, and then I didn’t get paid for like three weeks. That was hard. But it seems to have righted itself. Almost anyways. Still waiting for a couple more big checks to come in.  That’s about it really.  Not much over here.
Oh! I read Joe Hill’s (Stephen King’s son) new novel Heart Shaped Box this past week , it was pretty good, and it meanders through our neck of the woods to boot. Georgia also thought it was good, having eaten it cover to cover – literally. Â
Finally got a picture of the puppy, borrowed the neighbor’s camera so I could get a few shots of her.
She weighs easily 25 pounds, and she is bad bad bad. But oh so cute.
So it’s really way past time for me to incorporate.
So I’ve been trying to think of a workable name in which to work with. My good buddy suggested “Dolgia” being the combination of Dolly and Georgia. Which I didn’t really like. HOWEVER, in my spider-bite induced benedryl haze this evening (Don’t ask - It’s not a good day) I thought of a better alternative!
What do y’all think? I like it.
So yesterday afternoon - I was behind.  So you can imagine how much I freaked out when the lights went out at about 4:30, and I lost about 2 hours of work, because I never remember to save.
Turns out - our WHOLE side of town was in the dark. And remained that way for several hours - enough to read a book, and to toss any sense of productivity I should have had once the lights came back on.
So we’ve got a new group of friends. And while I honestly like them, I sometimes feel like they don’t know what to do with me and my Comfortable Shoe type of self.
All of the girls in this group have worked or do work in a salon. So they are all very focused on a very narrow definition of a LOT of things. Like beauty. Like femininity. All that stuff.
So I often see the question marks in their eyes when they try to figure me out. With my clean scrubbed face, the waistband of my boxer briefs peeking over my jeans. And moreover, I don’t know how to explain myself. Or why I should have to.
I’m pretty comfortable at being me. And I can’t help but noticing that these girls are all very uncomfortable being them. In the course of the evening I had to hear about weaves gone wrong, vaginoplasty (VAGINOPLASTY?!?! Vaginoplasty makes the baby Jesus cry, people!!!!) and how one of them hadn’t eaten in four days because her boss had told her she had a fat ass.
And I hate to sound like I’m passing some sort of judgement - I’m not, or at least I’m not trying to. I just think everyone should be able to take comfort in themselves and who they are. These are all beautiful girls, and its just sad to hear the hours of insecurity and what-not, and disappointing to see the eagerness to “help” me out because they look at me and I’m so far outside of their definitions of beauty that they themselves can’t attain.
Isn’t this the sort of stuff you are supposed to figure out in junior high?
