Sunday, March 11, 2012

Project Life: week 1

Well, so far Project Life is a success! We've been keeping it simple so far: some photos, some micro-journals, some ticket stubs, but I can see us introducing some more scrapbooky things later. Shon's only written one entry for it as of now, but he's reminded me to take snapshots and seems to be interested in the project.
Here's our first week:
It included a canceled flight from Milwaukee to Boston (snowstorms!), 46 hours in Maine (family! snow!), driving through 4 states in one day (Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Georgia), working on turning an old dresser into a TV stand, and taking Bruno for a jog.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

New Project

So here I am, embarking on a new project - Project Life. I saw a mention of it somewhere on the web a couple of months ago and fell in love: I've always wanted to make scrapbooks, but never had a) money, b) more importantly, the talent and the style for it. This thing, however, I can manage: take pictures, write notes/quotes/micro-journals on pre-designed card that fit into a matching binder, repeat 365 (or 366) times. What's even better, I can get Shon to participate without having to break both of his legs.
The things arrived yesterday, we are starting today. I will try hard to make a weekly wrap-up and blog about it.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Hated Question

Yesterday, I  read Jon Acuff's post about the pressure to get married. If you are married now, do you remember your single days? If you are single, how often are you being asked the dreaded "Well, when are you getting married?" Oh, the numerous instances when I wished I could pull a baseball bat out of thin air the way cartoon characters do! You know what the worst thing is? You can't tell the truth. You can't say, "Probably never, since the guy I've been dating for 3 years doesn't know if I'm good enough to be his wife" or "Actually, my boyfriend dumped me for another woman last week" or even "I have not been asked out once in the last year." You can't say those things unless you want a lecture - or a pity party.

One would think that after the marriage finally happens, the curious well-wishers will move on to something else. Heck, no. The question changes, however. It's "So, when are you going to start having babies?"

People! Do you not realize that we can't answer you honestly? A number of my friends who are my age want kids, but don't have any. The reasons vary: a drawn-out adoption process not going as planned, a year of fertility treatments not doing what they are supposed to do, a recent miscarriage, an outrageous amount of school loans, a spouse who refuses to hear the mere mentioning of babies, let along have them. If you know us, but don't know why we don't have kids, it means we can't tell you. It may be too painful, too humiliating, too much. We don't want you to pity us or give us a talk on how "if you wait until you're ready, you'll never have kids" or "you should take your time." We heard it all already, thank you very much. Don't pour salt on our wounds. Ask us about the book we're reading, the movie we saw recently, the politician who's getting our vote. Darn it, ask us about our pets, our jobs, or the color scheme of our master bedroom, but leave the babies out of it. Please. Pretty pretty please.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

So can you guess the four-letter word that can turn a normal Valentine's Day into a not-so-awesome Valentine's Day?