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november thus far

I am on some like anti-NaBloPoMo business. I am, however, doing a photo-a-day “challenge” (sarcastic air-quotes because it’s not like it’s a triathlon or something) over on yon InstaGram, which I’ve recently become addicted to because oh, hello, 2010. Nice of you to show up.

Backing up just a bit, I would like to inform all of you that I am now 34 years old as of October 31st and am now very mature.

In an attempt to preserve her salon blowout for one more day our heroine has secured a grocery bag to her head and would appreciate if you'd quit looking at her like that.

Also on October 31st was Halloween, which was kind of anti-climactic since trick-or-treating was postponed. But having it on Saturday was kind of nice since I didn’t have to rush home from work. My kid went as D.M.C. from Run D.M.C., which a few people actually got, despite the fact that he needs to work on his ability to look hard.

"Okay, cross your arms and look hard. That's...not quite it."

Anyway, moving on…

This was happening 12 years ago tonight. @pghjwan @ratana412

I happened to remember that November 4th was the date of this big rave-y type thing. This ended up being a pivotal night in the existences of many people, including me. Musically, it was awesome and I think really sowed the seeds for future artistic contributions from Pittsburgh. Personally, it was DRAMATIC. I had two huge final realizations about the state of my heart, which ultimately culminated in the husband and I finally being like, “I want to make out with your face all the time forever,” on November 9th. Twelve years together. That’s something, right?

That whole election deal happened and I stayed up until 2 a.m. to make sure that everything was conceded and put to bed. See, I went to sleep early in 2000 and when I woke up nothing was where I’d left it.

Reflection. (This kind seemed more important for today.) #fmsphotoaday

This appears to be the first presidential election that the baby will really remember. When I was his age, Bush I was elected and I remember being very much of the, “WTF IS THIS I DON’T EVEN” emotional state. I am the commie pinko lesbian gun-and-god-hating freak your mom and Rush Limbaugh warned you about, so while I’m still not all eff yeah Obama, I’m happier with this outcome.

Getting back to the husband, his band thingy has had a pretty busy couple of weeks, which I was obviously very impressed by.

Well damn. I *thought* I was having fun.

I’m not really sure what was earning such a sneer, but I think it was a mixture of just a generally bad attitude and drinking all the whiskey.

They played shows in Chicago and New York in the space of three days, which is really cool and exciting. On Saturday, they got to play at a warehouse party in Brooklyn. I asked my buddy Frank to keep me posted on how well it was going. He asked me what I was up to that evening, which was basically the polar opposite of attending a warehouse party in Brooklyn that my husband was playing. (Read: falling asleep on the couch at 11 while watching Love, Actually. Waking up at 3:30 a.m. with a Reese’s Cup wrapper stuck to your face and your legs covered in cats.)

They lost the game but he's my champ. Always.

The main negative of this little mini-tour was that the husband had to miss the baby’s soccer championship game. It was a really tough match-up and the baby’s team suffered a crushing defeat (though they played their hearts out). I kept the husband updated via iMessage. On our way out of the field, the baby whimpered that he had “let Daddy down.” And I collapsed into a pathetic mom pile. The husband assured the baby that that was not the case at all and my therapist thinks that I should be up and functional again in a month or so.

I also went to the Gizziant Izzigle to get grocizzles.

Fo shizzle

Whatever. I totally bought the dark chocolate sea salt popcornizzle. I’m not made of stonizzle.

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