Nice jay oh bee, Micah!

We hosted a baby party for our sweet and wonderful friends this weekend. It was a great afternoon. Micah made this awesome photo booth thing!

I know so much about breasts and it's so lonely.

I've been doing a lot of blogging for my sister's social media biz - mostly for a plastic surgery practice. I thought I would hate the doctors and the evil things they do, but I don't. I think they're great. They are really kind. I feel like if I met them I would want to hug the two of them at the same time. I still think that plastic surgery for cosmetic reasons is pretty sad, but, after looking at so many before and after pictures I think I am coming around! I had no idea how terrible some women's breasts are. So sad. Anyway, I have been doing research for my posts and now I know a whole bunch of different types of implants and different ways they do the surgeries. I spent my work time yesterday immersed in breast reconstruction reading. They can tunnel fat from your stomach or butt through your body and up to your breast! Or, they can remove the fat and muscle and then mess with the blood vessels with tiny instruments to integrate everything seamlessly to the breast. Wow! I have so much plastic surgery stuff on my mind this week and have no one to talk about it with. Maybe I should go on a message board pretending to be a patient and unload some of this. Next assignment! Irish wigs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Get a job

Nico is almost 9 months old. I quit my work-from-home computer job in November because it was impossible for me to do the work like I had for 3 years. It was online publishing, and sometimes tasks were last minute and assigned late at night and really urgent. I quit while I was ahead. I was hoping to phase out that job anyway. The plan was to go back to work after the new year, hopefully doing something cheese related again. I had an interview for a good place in February. The dude that interviewed me seemed really into the "culture" of his establishment; that it was "quirky" and "creative". He had a tiny beard and what I think were no-iron pants. His face dropped when I mentioned that I had a 5 month old baby. So, the interview that was going rally well, ended abruptly. Blech. In March I pitched a cheese position to a place that was expanding their operation and space. I wrote them this whole thing and sent it and then cried. I felt really fragile about putting myself out there, being the master of my own destiny, grabbing life by the balls, taking our country back. They sent me a very nice response that was all We Can't Right Now But This Sounds Great, Thanks! Then they called me and May and wanted to talk. I had a lovely long talk/interview thing and it was great. They liked my ideas and I felt really good and creative. Then my friend sent my a CL ad for the job they posted. They didn't even call me to say that they weren't going to hire me. Also, the ad was full of stuff I talked about in the interview, some stuff from my cover letter, and one (unique) line from my resume. Sad sad what the fuck. I emailed them and gave the benefit of the doubt. To their credit, the responder said that they loved my ideas and realized that they DO want a position like that, but my availability didn't work for them. Woooowwwwwwww! Zen Master Micah helped me to let it go. I replied, "Thanks! I'll see you around!" Now I'm looking for volunteer opportunities. I emailed two organizations that I like. One said that they would let me know in the future if they need anyone, and the other has not responded. Man. My sister does social media work for a bunch of small businesses, so I've been working some for her. I've blogged for a plastic surgeon, a self-storage company, and a music for kids site. So, that's ok. I haven't done any voice over auditions for a while, and I really need to get my demo on this voice bank that everyone uses to get work - but it costs 300 clams, and I don't have the extra bucks right now. In the meantime, Micah is working very hard, as usual and is a great provider. Everything is fine, I would just like to have some work that makes me happy. For now though, I really, really like taking care of Nico. She is awesome and I think I'm getting good at momming her. However, I think I could be a better mom, especially when she gets older, doing some other things that I am good at. I'm staying positive! I feel good about what's going on right this minute - especially since I got my hair done and we got the hall painted, and I almost have Nico sound like she's saying "hot dog". It's very funny for me!

Fantastic

Easter happened!

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Nico watching the cat throw up

Places everyone!

My Pandora jam these days is The Sound of Music station. Showtunes! Oh man, it is so good. I find that lip-synching to musicals is a great stress reliever. I've been doing it for years. You should try it sometime. When I'm cooking or doing the dishes I'll go beyond just mouthing the words and belt out my favorites, dancing wildly like wild person who has spent their day eating candies and drinking pepsi and snorting lines of cocaine off of the sheet music for "Feed the Birds" from Mary Poppins. I enjoy it and so does little Nico Mae, who requires constant and diverse entertainment. She stares fascinated and delighted, which is a dream come true for me. My constant singing and dancing has always been unanimously annoying to all of those close to me. Get over it friends and family! I have a lust for life! I also have a mental illness that is under control however a harmless byproduct of that illness is abundant energy and I don't really mind and at least I'm not talking to myself and cutting my own hair anymore and calling you crying and you are probably jealous anyway!

I pretend that I am indifferent to the Disney songs that play, and I act downright disgusted with The Phantom of the Opera. Truth is, I am secretly giddy with delight every single time. My most favorite of all is the one from The Sound of Music where Rolfe sings and dances with Liesl in a gazebo. I always feel like playing the part of Rolfe more than Liesl. Maybe it's because I can relate more to a know-it-all than to a sexually naive teenaged girl that sneaks out of the house and gets herself unknowingly involved with young Nazi. I dunno.

The only song I am NOT cool with is this song from Disney's Mulan. Even though I love makeover scenes, especially ones that transform dowdy tomboys into fancy Chinese escorts, this tune played over and over in the theater where I worked at Disneyland for three (long! fun! tedious!) years. When I hear it now, I feel tired and mad that the costume department does not offer the required denim shirt in a smaller size.

Nico really likes music, but I hope I am not exposing her too much to these songs. Nothing good comes of a person who only listens to showtunes. I've met these people. They have alienated themselves into a world where they are a scrappy, smudged-faced dreamer. "You've got it all wrong!" they say. "You know, we're not so different, you and me. Sure, I'm an adult who recently sold her car so she could buy a playbill autographed by the original cast of Rent! Ok, so I have been married twice, both times to gay men that I didn't realize were gay. One looked like Jean Valjean from the 1987 U.S. tour (I have daddy issues) and the other looked EXACTLY like Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid! SO SUE ME!!!!"

Oonnnn myyyy oooowwwnnn

I must save Nico from this fate! Tonight we listen to the Fugazi station. I'm sure she'll love that!

Sweet dreams!

Trying harder to blog in the name of remembering precious moments

Like this one! This was yesterday afternoon in the tricky hour before Micah gets home.

Memory Thyme

I just remembered that when Micah moved to California he went to the Richard Nixon library thinking it was a regular library. He went inside looking for the books and everything.