We are still sick. Kamel has some lingering side effects of illness but I got walloped again on Monday with a whole slew of flu-ness. I am hoping that my stuffy nose is the last of my issues and I can start next week as a healthy human again. Cross your fingers for me. This has to stop at some point, right? I mean, it is almost mid March for fucksake.
Gabe’s first birthday party went great! I think we were at capacity for party guests in our apartment though, one more and the walls would have just burst open like a cheap piece of luggage. It was also a little stressful and daunting being the first time EVER I had EVER had any family over to my place for any reason EVER (EVER!). But I am so glad we did it. It was a fish themed birthday for our little Pisces. I even made a giant cut out shark. Here are some photos from the day:
As some of you know I finally have my very own instagram. Weee! You can follow even MORE photos of the baby, along with many other random things at betterinrealife on the grams.
This week there are hints of spring every where. The sun is out, the water looks sparkly, the temps are manageable, things are looking up! I’m hoping this means the terrible illness winter of 2014 will be over soon and we can move forward. Upward and onward! Onward and upward! I have the urge to go on a bike ride and sit outside on my fictitious stoop enjoying the smell of grass and the sound of sprinklers. If only. When you close your eyes what are you imagining right now?
I am really super done with being harassed by the do-gooders on the street in the city. Any city. I dodged them in SF and I dodge them in Seattle and they drive me NUTS. The charity pan-handlers, the people who pretend to say hello to you only to guilt you into saving the whales or giving money for marriage equality or malaria medicine! And I sound like an ass hole because I totally support all of these things, but I have place to be and I do give money and donations to causes, I just hate this set up so much that I don’t even want to give just to SPITE THEM. Did you know that when I was pregnant they would yell after me, “Don’t you want to make the world a better place for your unborn child?!” A version of that happened more times than I can remember. I would like to believe that we all are doing the best we can to be grateful and giving while also handling the business of our lives. I do not need someone yelling after me while I walk from one place to another. It’s getting out of hand.