another oldie but goodie

March 2008, shortly before I found out I was pregnant with my first child:

last night i went out...i do go out from time to time...it's not completely foreign to me. but last night i re-lived my "i just dropped out of college years". i drank...more than i should have perhaps...but i didn't have to drive. we started at good night gracies, like any self-respecting 30 something, a couple martinis to a girl who rarely drinks...well you get what i mean. then off to the blind pig, to watch a boy that i've watched there before. so here shows the age...the first time i watched his band was their first gig at the pig, this time was a reunion. the first time i saw him play i met his parents, this time i met his second wife...fuck, i'm getting so old! i saw an old roommate, whom i had actually forgotten that i lived with until i saw him. i also saw the boy that tried to teach me the guitar that i bought when i thought maybe if i learn a chord or two i could start my own girly band. so a few more drinks, the music ended and off to (get this one) the fleetwood for hippy hash and orange fanta. so sitting there i literally had flashbacks to days gone by! we rolled into the house around 3am, i climbed into bed with my 30 something T and poof...i was 32 again.

so this blog seemed to be all about seeing boys that i knew back in the day…so you might ask, didn't you see any of the girls that you used to know?  the answer to that is simple…absolutely not!  you know why? i'll tell you, they were all home with their husbands and babies and minivans!

a failed marriage?

So I just rediscovered my MySpace blogs. Kind of funny to read things written long ago in a different world than I'm in today! So this is from 2007:

Thanks to Ray, I've been rethinking my parents' relationship…like maybe their marriage didn't "fail" but just changed.  My mom called my dad on Thursday to wish him a happy birthday and he told me that it was the best thing that had happened to him all day…they've been divorced for 22 years.  Two weekends ago we had a family camp in my mom's backyard, my mom, dad, sister, brother, niece, cousin and his two kids.  My folks stayed up after we had all gone to bed just playing with the campfire (a small fire pit actually, but it worked for smores) and then had an argument over whether to let it burn out or pour buckets of water of it…my mom won with the buckets of course.  I mean don't get me wrong, they bitch about each other all the time, they argue, there were even years that were dreadful and yucky, there have been chairs thrown and hearts broken…but did the relationship fail just because they got divorced instead of one of them dying?  Perhaps I'm just fucked up, perhaps relationships are meant for those levels of intensity, that much love and hate, but the pictures that T took of the six of us (Mom, Dad, Sis, Brother, H and I) playing baseball in my backyard are priceless and I cannot see failure in the equation!  I mean not the best pictures of any of us...but we sure had a laugh!

Their marriage, their divorce and everything that has followed, left us with a family unit that works…most of the time.