Man, blogging is like pulling teeth lately. One of the downsides to doing this whole freelance writing thing is that I never feel like doing my non-paid writing anymore. Words, words, words…I’m so sick of words! (Theater geeks, anyone?)
I only have minuscule updates to share. We found a place in Cottonwood Heights, but I started feeling picky and we kind of let it go. I’m going to see another place in Holladay tomorrow, which is funny because the house hunt has been almost completely based on anywhere-but-Holladay. If this works out, I will be about a three minute walk from my junior high school. That’s not a huge selling point, by the way, since most of my junior high school memories involve doing various things to sneak out of my junior high school.
Nannying is going fine, although I can’t believe how often I say things like, “don’t touch” and “spit it out”. I think I’m getting a little better at toddler management in general, although we had quite the scene at the park the other day. I thought he’d want to play on the playground, but he wanted to play on the very crowded and active ultimate frisbee field. Since frisbees to the head are bad for toddlers, I insisted he stay in the playground.
Long story short, there was a lot of screaming, much of which was “mama no! mama no!” since he has a bit of confusion about the whole nanny thing. I ended up dragging him to the car while loudly explaining to him that I’m not his mother, mostly for the benefit of the other people at the park. I don’t care if people think I’m a bad nanny as long as they don’t think I gave birth to someone who likes to scream in the middle of public playgrounds.
No other news, really. Kyle and I both got save-the-dates for our high school reunions this week, but I don’t think we’re going to either. Kyle has a much better excuse for not going, what with it being in Ohio and all. Unless I invent a reason to leave town next August, we’ll probably be here. Even so, I think I’m going to give it a miss. It bums me out that Kate won’t be there, since she’s still in Iraq. Plus, with Facebook and all, I’m pretty up to date on everyone. Maybe Facebook will be the ultimate demise of high school reunions everywhere.
In movies, people go to high school reunions for two reasons: to show off and to reunite with that person they had a huge crush on. I can’t imagine what I’d be showing off (that law degree is frickin’ useless!) and the only person I had a crush on in high school is probably the least likely person to show up for the event, outside of Kate. I think I’ll wait for the thirtieth or fortieth, when the point of the event starts being that you can congratulate each other for making it that far and compare notes on what happened to everyone else.
It’s too bad, though, because they’re demolishing my high school. Unlike John Cusack in Gross Pointe Blank (the greatest high school reunion movie of all time), I will not be able to slow dance uncomfortably in the girl’s gymnasium of my high school ever again. I’d be less sad about it if they hadn’t also torn down my junior high school and the local mall a few years back. I’m going to be driving my kids to random parking lots in the future to show them my old stomping grounds and all they’ll have is a general confusion about the fact that their mom grew up in the back of an IKEA.
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