Around Summer last year my life became insanely crazy or crazy insane – whichever comes first. We had the wedding, which was amazing and beautiful and magical – ugh, that reminds me…I still haven’t gotten pictures up and I don’t even want to think about thank you cards. Yikes. After the wedding, we had an amazing, beautiful, and magical honeymoon in Paris – When I think about it, it’s like it happened to someone else. Did I actually have my honeymoon in Paris like people do in movies? Yes. Yes, I did. Almost the exact second we came home, we dove into the holidays and the New Year. It’s all a blur. By December, we’d decided to sell the house and here we are knee deep in open houses, showings, inspections, and organized chaos. And because we’re selling the house, I suppose we should buy a new one, so we’re looking. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I’m working and doing a whole lot better than I did last year. I’ve already got 8 weddings booked and some of them are even paid gigs.
When I remind myself of all the things that are going on, it’s no wonder I’m tired all the time. The good news is I have my loving husband around, who despite any irrational girl behavior I might display, loves me and comforts me. He’s a pretty sweet guy and I am so lucky to have him in my life. He really is the only guy who could handle my craziness – he handles it so well, I should probably marry him…oh wait.
Oh, did I mention the car crash? About 2 weeks ago, I was driving the kids to their mom’s house when all of a sudden….BAM! Crashed. The kids were fine, but I got a nice case of whiplash and slammed my chest into the steering wheel. The bags didn’t go off because we weren’t going fast enough. Regardless, the car is totaled. I’ve currently got a rental and am doing my research for a hybrid. What’s funny about the crash is that just a few days prior, I wrote a blog post about not wanting to drive so much, about how I was riding my bike more. Suddenly, no car. Makes you wonder. I’m not saying I did it on purpose, but it’s a strange coincidence. It’s great for the environment not having a car, but I still need one. I have to work and buy groceries. The good news is, our insurance company is paying me fair market value for the car and it’ll be a good down payment on a used Prius or something.
As for the Prius, ok, look, I know douche bags drive them. Ok, so maybe they’re not douche bags, but they’re those hippies – the ones that replaced yuppies with their designer-eco-friendly clothes, making above average income, drinking 2% lattes, and bragging about their recycling bins, converting to veganism, doing Yoga, and taking all the good parking at the farmer’s market. I know, it sounds a lot like me. I just hope I’m cooler than that. Oh wait, I’ve got it! I shall call them Eco-Yuppies! I’m a genius. Remember, you heard it here first. Alright, so since I married AJB I’m kind of an eco-yuppie myself, but only by default and not really by choice. Part of that label comes from this house and this neighborhood. This whitey white neighborhood, where sure, everyone is nice, but they’re rich and they know it, it’s a bit too Stepford for me. If this is the Stepford Wives, I’m Joanna Eberhart – aw shit, she was a photographer too. Damn. Good thing I never answered that “Ladies Who Lunch” invitation. I take two steps and I’m in the golf course. I can’t wait to move. I grew up in a neighborhood with one tree and that fell over one day in an amazing crash. Then? No more trees. The kind of street where Dads egged their kids on in fights, where if you weren’t friends with the gang-bangers, you were asking for trouble. I hated it. I don’t fit in with high-society and I certainly don’t fit in with low-society. I’m looking for a happy medium.
I kind of trailed off at the end there. That about catches us up.
