I haven't written in too long. I have a couple posts spinning around in my head, but nothing forming into a coherent series of thoughts or insights. So, herewith:
* I'm discovering my inner hippie to a larger degree than I ever have since I stopped smoking weed (and I never smoked THAT MUCH, for the record). I'm carrying canvas totes to the grocery store to avoid plastic bags! I am excited about using all my carefully-created compost in this year's garden! I listenened, and SANG ALONG WITH, a whole Indigo Girls CD on the way to Cleveland this weekend! I want to name my (still verryy theoretical) next daughter Eden! Yes, EDEN!!The hell? It's a lovely name, but we really need to smoke lots more pot and eat lots less meat and probably join a commune before we feel like the kind of people who would name a child Eden. So pretty though....
* The whole hipster parent thing makes me scoff. The people I know of who would in fact qualify for such a label don't strive for it, they just ARE hip. I think hipness is one of those things that if you consciously strive for, you are automatically not hip. Nothing is LESS cool than trying hard to be cool. I live near a town that's sort of the local Hipster Parent capital, and just rollllll my eyes clean out of my head when I see someone with a fancy stroller, "vintage-esque" clothes and their kids with funky haircuts and Misfits onesies. It's so fucking shallow.
This is sort of the collorary to my Nerd Axiom--that if you think you're a nerd, you probably aren't. True nerds think they are really, really awesome. Somebody who likes to read a book on a Saturday night or cringes when they realize they are belting out, say, "Wildfire" while stopped at a light and oh my God people are loookkkinnngg? Probably not nerds, at least not in that socially cancerous kind of way.
* That being said, I uttered, where people could hear me, the words "Oh goodness gracious." In context, I was at a Moms to Moms sale waiting for Paul to finish paying for this little backyard playset we bought for Maggie. Monkey Girl was climbing on things, and I turned my back for a second and the child was halfway up a rickety changing table. "Margaret!"I yelled. "Oh goodness gracious, that is not for climbing!"
Half the room laughed, either because what's up with Rebecca of Sunnnybrook Farm over there, or perhaps because at least some of the parents realized I was saying that instead of "Jesus Effing CHRIST, child, get down from there NOW!!" I am glad the inner censor immediately kicked in, but did it have to feed me THAT instead?
* I don't always get blogging ettiquette,so maybe someone can help me here. I read, and comment on, lots of blogs. Only like three link to me. Do I need to learn to work my own stupid blog and maybe add a blogroll over on the side there to get more of them to link to me, or is it just more confirmation that I am really quite lame and should shut up already?
* Speaking of links, etc....the comment on the post below this, where I linked to BrooklynGirl? Even more amen. A great take on the whole abortion decision, from the point of view of another liberal Catholic. It's what I would say if I knew what the hell I was talking about in matters theological. Go read.