The good, the bad, and the busy.

Funniest Ever.

There's a shortage of perfect breasts...

I have to tell you.  I love The Princess Bride.  LOVE it.  I know I'm one of a throng of people who adore it.  But still.  I really really love it.  I"ve watched it well over 100 times in my life.  It's my comfort movie.  The movie I know by heart.  Word for word.  Line for line.  Last night, it played at Movies at the Mural at Seattle Center.  So we went with a bunch of people.  And I was so so happy.  I realized while sitting there, that part of my happiness was due to the movie (of course) and part of it was due to the great group of friends we have.  We all just click so well.  And I was looking at them, smiling..my girls arm around me and The Princess Bride playing on a chilly summer night...it was perfect.  I'm so so glad July is over, because the month was stocked full of stress and moving and overtime.  Now it's unpacking.  Which is okay.  And August has started off in the best ways possible.

When Amy got home last night, before we rushed out to see the movie (and after I spent the afternoon at the spa..thank you corporate america!), she brought me a notebook, with cherry blossoms on the front.  She wrote on the inside of the cover..."I know you use those things called computers, but I thought that sometime in the next kajillion years, i may inspire you to take pen to paper, even if it's for a grocery list, or for directions to said grocery store".. (and then mushy stuff).  But really, it just struck me...how fucking sweet she is.  She knows it's the little things.  Like notebooks, or wild flowers in one hand, and a beer in another as I pull into the driveway.  I'm lucky.  And I won't take that for granted.  Promise.

Now I have to try to work.  Only bad side, these shoes are killing me, and it's only 9am.  Bright side, I can take them off under my desk!

Hope everything in your world is exactly how you want it to be, or close.

Moving Sucks.

First...Autmn.  I'm a sucky friend.  I'm sorry I didn't call you back.  My mom was in town, and we were moving, and it was insane.  INSANE.  It still is, but less now.  August 1st, I'll be done with the apartment, and able to start our Tuesdays or Wednesdays again.  And I want to make you Lubea (or however you spell it) because it's yummy.

Okay..so.  Moving. Sucks.  We decided to NOT uhaul it.  Because it was just too...cliche.  So instead, we borrowed a truck to get all the big stuff over to the house.  And then we just boxed everything else up.  P.S.  I have a lot of shit.  I mean, a LOT.  I threw away so much, gave away even more.  Including my couches, TV, EVERYTHING.  It is freeing somehow.  Scary, though.  I mean, I worked really *really* hard to create a home for my kids and myself.  And now I'm starting over, with someone else.  When I was with Rachel..she "lived" with me, but all her stuff was still at her place in Seattle.  So it wasn't a huge adjustment for me.  But moving in with someone, with the kids, all our stuff, everything...is a big ass deal.  And it's a lot of work.  Our living room looks like a bomb went off with all the boxes.  But the kids rooms look rad. We gave them the two big rooms upstairs, and took the small room downstairs, so they'd have a whole floor to themselves.  They love it. LOVE it.  And so do I.  I'll love it more when we're all settled, and things are in their places...but I love it none the less.  Amy works so hard at reassuring me that this is the right move.  At reminding me she's 'all in'.  That this is for real, and for keeps.  I'm really lucky.  I feel really lucky.  And that's nice.

And it looks like I may get a promotion.  To a lease up property in Seattle.  Big deal.  More money.  Career advancement.  Doesn't suck.  All these amazing changes...weight loss, amazing girl, promotion..I'm not sure what to do with all this good fortune.  It makes me a little scared.  And a lot anxious.  I heart xanax sometimes, let me tell you.

That being said, I'm still in love with my life.  It's quiet at work today, and I spent last night in Tacoma with some great people.  (Even though Tacoma gay bars are weird).  I do wish I was at home right now, still asleep...but I guess I can't have it all.

I hope everyone who randomly reads this is well. 

Love love.

Here's a recentish picture of all of us. :)

Heart Heart Heart.

I heart Pride.

I heart being queer.

I heart having a house in the middle of Seattle, and having 6 friends just 'show up' to hang out and drink beer before heading out to kick off Pride weekend.  Good friends.  Amazing people.

I heart having a girlfriend who is proud of me.  Who loves our friends, and our life, and to play with my hair...no matter where we are.  And who makes my heart thump hard every time she even just holds my hand.

I heart new puppies, and old dogs, and kisses from both.

I heart my kids, and the excitement i see in their eyes every day.  Every day.

I heart my life.  I fucking HEART my life right now.  Maybe I'm feeling manic today, because I'm *so* happy.  But I'll take it.  Because it's better than leaving it, right?

The end.