After my office closed early today, I did some cat sitting and then got home and had the stunning realization that I had, like, a whole hour to myself and didn’t even have to work out. I don’t want to be one of those mommybloggers who’s all:
SO OMG I am a MOM and as a MOM –
Did I mention? That I am a MOM? Well? I am. A MOM? As a MOM, I am VERY BUSY. I do not have TIME to do THINGS other than BE A MOM.
I do not OFTEN get FREE TIME as in TIME to MYSELF to DO THINGS I ENJOY JUST FOR FUN without CHILDREN bothering me and I haven’t SHAVED MY LEGS since 1987 oh AND ALSO VODKA.
but seriously, it was pretty exciting to have an hour at home to just do whatever. So, I had a bowl of my world-famous (not really) homemade vanilla ice cream (now with fancy organic vanilla extract, which honestly doesn’t taste all that different from the regular, garden variety vanilla extract) and — I shit you not — read a book for a while.
This is really embarrassing, because, like, I was an English major and shit and I’ve loved to read since I was a kid devouring Jack London novels from my yellow-and-orange-animal-wallpapered bedroom (the law of the wild = eat or be eaten). I still love to read. But, aside from the issues of Sports Illustrated stacked next to the bed, I haven’t read jack shit in forever. For a while, I had a little sticky post on the side of this very site wherein I listed books I recently read and enjoyed but took it down when there were like 3 things on it for like 2 years. Honestly, I can’t tell you the last book I read all the way through. That’s terrible.
So today I was thrilled to pick up Farewell My Subaru, which was recommended by a friend, who described it (brilliantly) as “like a homesteading blog but all printed out on paper.” And that’s exactly what it’s like and, as you might guess, I love everything about it.
And this is a blog post about sitting on my ass reading a book. Awesome.
In other news, I’m not making a big deal about this, but today I vowed to buy no clothes or accessories or anything you wear for the next year. I’m not making a big deal about it because I’m always making grand pronouncements like this and I always fail and it’s kind of embarrassing. If you know me or someone like me who has ADHD, you’re probably annoyed by this kind of shit all the time. We get all crazy enthusiastic about some new project, become totally obsessed with it for a while such that it permeates the very essence of our beings and probably makes us pretty tedious to be around, and then completely abandon it and never mention it again. On behalf of all people with ADHD, I apologize for that shit. I think this has a better chance of succeeding than my terribly failed spending fast, because now I’m intimately familiar with the idea that I can’t just stop doing something — I have to replace something with something else. I can’t do a negative (stopping a thing). I have to do a positive (something else). Does that even make sense? I think it does, but it sounds kind of hokey. So my plan isn’t just to stop shopping — it’s to go all hardcore wanna-be urban homesteader hippie, which has absolutely nothing to do with, for example, getting drunk and ordering Free People dresses on the internet. And I’m pretty sure I’ve said that before, but this time I’m really serious, which is more serious than I was the last time I tried, when I was just plain old regular serious.
The one exception is glasses because I have flex $$$ to spend.
Also, the penny in the photo is Soren’s money. He found it when we were busy visiting not one but two Whole Foods (Whole Foodses?) in Denver yesterday buying shit for Thanksgiving. He waved it at the cashier at the terrifying Cherry Creek location, which we braved just to get Hain vegetarian chicken gravy, which is like the best thing in the world, saying, “This is my money!” as if you could buy anything at Whole Foods for a penny.