A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave. -Ghandi
1. Well That Was A Wild Week… I know I haven’t written any thoughts in about a week, and I’m sure that’s left plenty of you wondering if my brain turned to a total pile of mush, no longer producing thoughts. Well, flying across the country two times in under a week with a 2 year old boy will do just about that. All I have to say is thank goodness for Steve Jobs inventing the iPad, and the geniuses that created the Angry Birds app. We only endured 3 hours of crying and fits on the way to LA instead of 6 as a result. We did have one major airport meltdown, evidence below:
2. Oh, And I Moved! I Moved! I’ll tell you more about that in tomorrow’s thoughts, but I’m just across town from where I was before, and I know it was a successful move because the nanny looked me right in the eyes and said, “oh THANK YOU for getting a place with no steps this time.” Also, I have a walk in closet. I’m considering renting out it to a college student as a bedroom, since I hear that’s the going trend in Manhattan closet space.
3. Boyfriend. You know, something happened right before we took our trip to LA. He was on a particularly long stretch of work-related travel that made it impossible for us to see each other for a full 2 weeks. By the time he got back from his time abroad he wasn’t feeling well so I didn’t get to see him till we were boarding the plane with Benny to head to the west coast. I was sort of annoyed with him for the week or so leading up to our trip- he seemed distant, and I was stressed about it. I couldn’t understand why he was distant… what could I have done? But when I saw him I noticed he actually did have an insane amount of work and he sorta forgot to mention that he had a major (and very serious) allergic reaction that caused his entire face to blow up. And he had a fever. And he still got on the plane for a 6 hour trip with my 2 year old to Los Angeles so I could work and we could attend my friend’s Big Fat Indian Wedding. I learned that he’s a little more stoic than I originally thought- he never really complained about work, his head looking like an infected watermelon, or the fact that his blood was hotter than the cup of tea I was holding when I first saw him that day. I’m a lucky girl, because when we landed at LAX he even proactively met Baby Daddy, shook his hand, and carried my luggage.
4. Cadillac, You Rock My World. As soon as I did the baby exchange at LAX (Ben spent 2 days with his did while I got my work out of the way), I was met by a super cool CTS Sport Wagon. Truthfully, I always had a thing for fancy station wagons. Say whatever you want, but they’re generally mega cool. I had a Mercedes wagon once upon a time that I loved, but the thing needed replacement parts like every 5 minutes. My first boyfriend in high school, Timmy, used to pick me up in his Volvo station wagon on weekends he was home from college- I loved it. This Caddy sport wagon, however, was way cooler than my 90’s-era Mercedes or Timmy’s Phish-mobile. The leather seats were soft, the navigation system offered me a variety of routes to zip through the hell of LA traffic, and somehow that big car had the pickup of a little, zippy sports car. I am officially in love with wagons again, and secretly hoping that Boyfriend will make his next car a Caddy wagon… obviously in the “Black Ice” color because it’s like a super nice black car covered in sparkly nail polish (read: all my automotive dreams come to life).
