Does anyone else ever get the feel that you slowly ooze out of yourself to lie in a mushy puddle on the table until something happens, something that crystallizes yourself back up into your sharpest, familiar shape? No? Just me and T2 then? Fine. Long story short, life is good.
Tracks perfectly preserved from Garageicus Reparicus
Austin is no longer allowed to use my camera...
...unless it's because I'm doing something hilarious.
It's been an uneventful few weeks in suburbia. I was sick earlier this week and stayed home from work for a day and a half, and managed to run out of the internet and television before I came back in. We're flying out to Aberdeen, SD this weekend to see Orshi and Mike over the long weekend. I do like travelling but I feel guilty we haven't been back home in Michigan in so long. The family is getting together for Uncle Michael's wine-bottling party this weekend and I'm sorry to miss it.
I haven't posted about Stevie and Raymond getting married because it doesn't seem quite real. All my guys are rapidly becoming somebody else's guys! Both sets of couples seem reasonably interested in the whole starting a family thing, which is really unsettling somehow. While I do like kids and would want some of my own someday, it's still a very big "NOT YET" feeling. Seeing our nephew out in california really cemented that for me, it was a non-stop time of crying or lavishing attention or feeding or ssh he's sleeping-ing. Austin and I have started discussions on a dog sometime within the next year, but it's astonishing to me the thought that someone about my age would voluntarily switch their entire life over to be all about someone else. I suppose I'm just too Janine-centered, but I know I'm not ready to give up all of the attention I lavish upon myself. Being a parent seems to imply you can't go out for no darn good reason or have a beer or two or five. And while some parents manage just fine with those things and kids, it's not the way I'd want to be a parent and I'm not willing to make that change yet.