Rich and I are at this year’s Wordcamp in Miami. This is my second WC and I’m looking forward to learning something new on the Users Track (102).
My Bestie came to visit! Amanda is here and we are making some trouble.
Drinking all night, smoking it up, partying until the wee hours of the morning….
Ok, not really. But I’m really happy she’s here. Amanda is one of the few people in the world that I get along with completely. She’s one of the most genuine and honest people I know. In a town where everyone is pretty fake, she’s like a cool drink of ice water.
Both of us are trying to keep a close eye on our diet, so profuse drinking isn’t on the menu. Nor do either of us party. Not that Port St Lucie is exactly conducive to partying. I’m totally cool with that. After years of too much fun and way too many mistakes, it’s great to have a level-headed, relaxed week with one of my longest friends.
A war rages
An indefinable putrification
Of all we see and hear.
Flitter about as vicious hounds
Tear each other apart.
The mad politicians
Vomit up explanations and exclamations
Of factitious lie and illegitimate truths.
Bystanders are massacred
Children are eaten
The elderly are raped.
What will we see next?
What sounds to come?
How long before the rest of us drown in the blood?
Having babies made me fat. I wasn’t all that thin before I became pregnant, but I was severely overweight after Rylan was born. I gained more than 60 lbs while I was pregnant with Rylan; I was over 200 lbs when I walked into the hospital.
We moved the family to Port St Lucie, FL from Fort Lauderdale, Fl and it has been a hell of a change. The cities are a little over two hours apart, but it doesn’t even feel like I’m in the same universe. The people are different, driving around the city is actually pleasant, and there is hardly a piece of trash to be found on the ground. The cons are pretty significant, though, and it almost feels like a real-life Pleasantville, sort of surreal and photoshopped.
How does a parent determine what is the appropriate amount of apple juice their kid is allowed to have in day? Or how late to let them sleep? Or how much TV they are allowed to watch? Should a parent just let their 5 year old eat anything they want, anytime, and let the kid go to bed whenever they choose? Or is a parent supposed to monitor their child’s nutritional intake by the mg and have a strict sleep schedule that is finely tuned to the minute?
I just woke up. Last night was definitely not my proudest moment and was not the way I wanted to enter the New Year.