Today
I joined a mother's club. I'm not a joiner by trade, but I figured
after four weeks of the baby having basically no baby interaction
that I'd better make him some friends. And then there's me, who
is also mostly friendless here. I guess I didn't realize it, but
for the past two years going out for girls nights has become kind
of important to my fragile brain, and I don't have it here and I
miss it. So I joined a mom's club and I expected to hate it. It
wasn't the same as my Burbank friends and I yelling at the top of
our lungs about our sex lives in the local mexican restaurant over
margaritas and beer, but it was nice. I am so not a joiner, though.
As I was driving to this thing every part of me was going, "You
don't really want to go. The baby needs a nap. Stay home."
But then another part whispered "But you'll get to see the
inside of a stranger's house." And that threw it all into the
plus column so I went.
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I
would like to start a new feature here called The Top Five Things
In Brain Rotation. I obsess about stuff, and I bet you do too. So
here are the top five things going through my mind today.
1.
I am fat and ugly.
2. Am I doing right by the baby? Stimulating his brain and playing
with him enough? Is he up to speed?
3. Time is going too fast and I'm wasting my life.
4. Motherfucking ticks.
5. Life is short. And fragile. Cars are dangerous.
Now
I'll get sad. I think I got sad in my last entry, too. I got an
email this morning that one of my friends died in a car wreck over
the weekend, and I swear to god there is nothing so unjust in the
world as a young person dying too soon. This has only happened to
me twice with a friend, so I suppose I'm luckier than some who've
lost more, but it makes me crazy and I don't know how to process
it. So what's the moral of the story? Be happy in your life because
you might not be here tomorrow. And wear your seatbelt.
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The
fun: we went strawberry picking over the weekend near Santa Cruz
at a spot that overlooks the ocean. Can't beat that, right?
