Life


There are only two things that SomeGoSoftly has in common with Dooce.

1. I have a blog.

2. I now live in Utah.

That’s where that ends. I was painfully reminded recently of the awesomeness that is the first blog ever to cause an uproar. Because hey, I’m in her state. I’m on her territory. I should be so good at blogging by now.

Not.

Her blog kinda set the standard other blogs fall short of. She’s got her own Urban Dictionary reference. She’s got ads. An income. Cute custom CSS blog design. I’m making myself jealous.

When Snippy first mentioned to me the big wide world of internet diary blog keeping…I was in a trance. I read some dude she pointed me to that I think wrote a lot about chickens or rabbits, I don’t remember. I read Snippy’s entire site. (At work.) And I read Dooce beginning to end. (Also at work…) I started this site. (Totally at work.)

I put up pictures. I tried to have an interesting life to tell y’all about. I made friends that hate blogs read this site by not calling. I moved around. Well, maybe that wasn’t for the sake of the site but you get the idea. So here I am, in cruise control posting when the mood strikes me, thinking that I can keep the love alive. Without so much as an afterthought.

But my pictures are crappy. And I don’t have cute dogs. OR kids. I’ve got Friday Fives. And we all secretly know that you don’t even find those very amusing. So instead of promising miracles of hilarity, I’m gonna keep being lame over here in my furry warm little internet corner, the niche about zombies and my dorky life. I’m going to keep on keepin’ on, so thanks to you (family and four friends that hit refresh 30 times a day) for your continued support.

So today I went ahead and did what I’ve been trying to since 05Nov. I got my In-Loving-Memory-Gone-But-Not-Forgotten-Sarah-Palin-Tribute-To-Freedom haircut.

That’s right, I’m now rocking a blunt cut of brown poofy in front if you want an updo and holy crap I haven’t seen short little bangs like this since I was twelve look. It’s pretty thrilling. I’m even wearing my glasses right now, and liking them for the first time. That’s how they roll up in Wasilla. I’m down.

All kidding aside, I’m not sure why bangs seemed like a good idea. They are freaking adorable, but they will only get in my goggles and get wet and then freeze all winter. They might not make it.

I drove myself in to the Valley (what people of higher *elevation* call SLC) for this ‘do. You can basically coast in neutral the whole way down, but coming up honestly feels like you’re pushing the car yourself. It feels like work. And we all know how not good at THAT I am!

Does Mormon land give me foreign policy experience?

BB and MK are in the same business. And business is good these days. In all sorts of ways. BB is getting famous, and not from repeated blog mentions! TB and I are in the same business - having fun and getting skinny. Business is picking up. ;)

It’s not just waiting for the skiing and the guests and the friends that’s fun, it’s right here and now. I’ve been working on that and enjoying every morning I wake up to coffee in my big house, and every night MK falls asleep in front of a fire. I’ve enjoyed working on my all but horrific pool game. And finding my way around a new place. Hanging out with the world’s cutest kid is good. I’ve learned a lot from some great parents about what the future could hold. My kids just won’t be allowed to go to the zoo. Even if they are cute.

So that shot glass I bought MK today as a joke, the one I was going to use as my outgoing message tagline, that says “Eat drink and be merry, you might end up in Utah” well, that’s funny and all to joke about, but it’s not so bad here. In fact, it’s pretty amazing.

I mean, I saw three moose yesterday. I didn’t get a picture of them, but I did catch the snow-bow.

snowbow is a rainbow when it's snowing...

Beat that. ;)

Oh, by the way- we’re in Austin. We moved into our new home on Halloween, spent the night checking out the kiddo’s costumes at the B’s, then grabbed a plane at the crack of dawn. MK wouldn’t let me party style announce our trip because apparently we had so much to do - I think that was mostly he wanted to be in peace while he had his Rudy’s, Taco Cabana, and Rudy’s breakfast tacos. And Brick Oven, and more Rudy’s.

We did accomplish going through all our things and I now have nothing to whine about missing besides my desk. It at first felt depressing but I can remind myself better now than I did years ago that it’s all an adventure some people wish for. PH was hilariously thinking it was a dream come true without any drama, setting her straight on our virtual eviction from paradise was fun. Also letting the H’s know if they don’t visit us in Winter Wonderland they are dead to us was hopefully productive - and hilarious.

Important to note is that it is November. If you feel like perusing- here’s last November. For the last two years I wrote books with NaNoWriMo in November. Last year I also blogged every day for NaBloPoMo. This year, I am going to focus on publishing a book instead of starting another one. And this bog clearly didn’t make the first week, so I’m going to keep it normal around here this month. That’s plenty.

Most importantly, there was this election- maybe you heard about it. It meant something very meaningful to me. MK and I got to take his mother to vote for the first time in her life. Regardless of the outcome - you know I’m not going to fight with you about that here - moments like that make a statement too. It was fun to watch the news into the night with her and hear MK answer all her questions.

We’ll be back in Park City soon - apparently we already missed the first snowfall. But I’m not too worried - something tells me there will be more.

MK is freezing. Under his three coats and four shirts. I’m in heaven. The B’s (TB and BB, not to be confused with MB and BB) keep telling us it was even prettier a couple weeks ago but I can’t believe it. The 12 hours in the car were totally worth it. Our drive wasn’t too bad if I overlook the fact there was no where to put my feet and there were boxes of Bisquick and dryer sheets in my face. We got in and I have to tell you it was the best “moving to a place” yet. In Seattle we got yelled at, in San Diego we had no home to go to. Arriving in Park City, we got a homemade delicious dinner, the cutest two year old ever singing the ABCs, and beer. FTW.

Some of you questioned this move. Some of you keep thinking I’m at the North Pole. Some of you think there’s no alcohol. I’ll keep you educated about how it’s a good move, it’s not (yet) the North Pole, and trust me, we’re drinking. Utah might be a little strange, but it’s definitely do-able. It’s another adventure in our big long list of travels and experiences and I already know it’s going to be great. Friends help. A change of pace is fun. Don’t get me wrong, I know we miss our San Diego friends, but they’ll come visit. We have four bedrooms ;).

We saw our new home yesterday. We already met some neighbors. We saw the sights. We got our Deer Valley *SEASON* passes. Our hosts keep cooking and baking and serving us drinks. This is the life. Even without the clothes hangers.

I’m sorry I haven’t returned your phone calls or answered your questions. If others are asking you about me, refer them here. There’s more, but you don’t really want to hear ALL of it.

We had our place until the end of the month. In writing. The 84 year old owner failed to tell the (probably stoned) 30 year old manager that she gave our place to someone else. We found out Monday. We needed to be out on Wednesday. We kept the (probably stoned) manager that had let us lease the place anyway from being fired by agreeing to leave. Then the market got crazy. And we needed the internet. And my car can’t get a tow hitch. And I remembered that I have to go to the dentist Thursday, fully sedated, all day style. So we packed and shipped some stuff to some random addresses. Then we moved almost everything to another apartment, upstairs. That smells funny.

Then we stayed downstairs with the computers until the old lady yelled at us to get out. I stuck my tongue out at her. I don’t think she saw. MK had a rough day. We almost started driving Tuesday. But we didn’t. So, as of today, we will stay one more weekend to say goodbye, and we will leave Monday or Tuesday. But at the rate we’ve been going, I wouldn’t count on it…

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