i syr yoo muvh
i'm not typing in tongues, my fingers just got sidelined as they tried in vain to type, "i ate too much."
i syr yoo muvh seemed so much more interesting because honestly, who didn't eat too much? it's old and unoriginal news, but i syr yoo muvh is new! and unique! and fascinating! uh. maybe?
i drank too much too. and now my belly is rebellying. it's reminding me of early labor, frankly. and yes, i do realize that the big day of eating and overindulging has long since passed, but tell that to my belcherous belly.
there is so much to talk about and here it is 1am again. i mean, for example, it might be worthwhile to discuss why i stay up so late all the time. it's gotten to the point where i even take little catnaps in my quest to thoroughly and completely exhaust myself on a regular basis.
and i could regale you with stories from the family's christmas eve extravaganza. the whole cast of characters was there. uncle nob, his wife clo, uncle manny, esther, laurie of the perpetual headache, never happy kathy, and russell, my 40-year old single cousin who lives with his parents and hunts on weekends. by the way, uncle nob's name is really norbert. and here in massachusetts norbert sounds like nah-bit or nahb for short. so i have an uncle nobby (or nahbby for those of you who need the literal new england translation for clarity). i wish i could say that no one fell down, because someone did (thank the powers that be that it wasn't me), or that there was no drunken singing, because there was (and that's not a pretty sight when most of the singers are in their eighties and don't even know the words to jingle bells).
what i can say is that i was grateful this year to have my parents here with us. even more grateful to have john whole and healthy and present. and the kids--who wouldn't be grateful? the boy is driving me nuts with all his incessant jumping and the constant talking, but he is beautiful and brilliant and i can't believe i nurtured him from birth and he's his whole own person. it's phenomenal, really. i've realized this week that i need to learn something about science and engineering or we soon won't have much to discuss.
the girl is his twin but his opposite. she has this crazy little imagination and she talks to her stuffed animals and interacts with the television. she's as much gossamer and light as she is earth and fire. she touches me in a very different way and i often wonder whether it's a girl thing or just a my girl thing. i'm sure it can't be quantified that way, but it's curious to me how these two people came from the same two people and are so utterly opposite. and yet equally lovable.
the only thing that could have made this holiday better is more money. generally, i mean, not specifically about christmas or gifts or anything. the constant money woes have made me weary. i know it's more common than not these days, but living here can be hard and i would love for it to be easy one day. i was hoping The Book would help us move up the ladder a bit, but my coauthor hasn't been very good about putting it in front of the right people. she had a huge article in the New Yorker and an interview on Nightline, but somehow she forgot to mention the book. all i can do is walk away shaking my head while i dig around on the bottom of my coach, got-it-on-ebay-for-half-price, diaper bag for loose change wondering why, oh why did i not take the LSAT and become a lawyer when i had the chance?
this writing thing? el sucko in the checkbook. i can see why so many writers have lost their minds. and i'm not even creative enough to write a novel.
oh, and if anyone has any ideas about how to keep a beagle from walking around on the family dining table please do pass them along--i'm stumped.
more anon, my friends.
