As you have probably observed, I am not the most competent blogger. Lately other activities such as parenting, studying, pretending to clean, watching True Blood, and napping and gotten in the way of updating this blog. I really haven’t even thought about it much, and I feel bad.
Right now we’re closing into the hectic last three weeks of the summer session and I barely have time to check other blogs, let alone update my own. Also, I need to get some things situated. School has been a huge adjustment, a great test of my will and sanity, and once the semester ends I’ll need to do a thorough search of these quarters to collect all of the pieces of my brain that came apart of scattered themselves throughout our house.
I’ll come back eventually, don’t worry. Until then I may post a picture now and then just to let y’all know I’m still alive.
This week feels insane, though it probably isn’t. Deven is with his grandparents until Saturday, which means there should a ridiculous amount of partying and lewd acts being performed in various locations in our home, but there isn’t. It feels like Vance and I have hardly had any time to hang out or talk. It’s school. Wait, it’s exams, that’s right. There’s no use in taking the baby out of the picture when you’re just going to replace it with non-stop studying.
School has been going well, I suppose. I finally got my grades for the essay I wrote a few weeks ago and for the listening skills assignment, and I nailed both of them, though I was completely convinced there was no way I did well on either. I don’t know why I do this to myself all the time. I focus really heavily on what I thought I lacked to the point that it’s all I take into account. I like to think it keeps me constantly trying to improve so that I keep turning out these good grades, but the truth is it just puts me through more stress than I need.
Yesterday was Michael Jackson’s big farewell, as I am sure everyone knows. It was not my intention to watch the memorial service, but it’s not like we really had much of a choice. Just about every damn network was airing it live, so it was either that or QVC. It was a touching service fitting of someone dubbed “the King of pop”, but you have to wonder if this was how Michael Jackson imagined his own funeral. We all perceived him as being a total weirdo, after all he did live on a ranch with a theme park and live animals that he nicknamed “Neverland”, so possibly he would have viewed this service as being not as lavish or circus-y enough for him. Or maybe not. Maybe he would have preferred a quiet, low-key family ceremony in a church with hymns and quiet sobs. If someone would have said to him, “Michael, your funeral will service will be huge ridiculous, complete with musical numbers and circus animals”, he would have responded with a, “Thank God I’ll be dead.”
Let’s get real here. Probably not.
Anyway, it was touching event. My favorite part was when Jermaine Jackson sang “Smile” and choked back his tears. Obviously, when Paris stood up to the mic to tell the world she loved her daddy, I had a hard time choking back my own tears. These things really remind you that before he was your favorite performer, he was someone’s son, brother, friend, and father. Believe it or not, their pain is probably worse than yours.
There was also another part of the show where they aired a bunch of clips of performances, and at one point there was a clip of Michael during the Bad or Dangerous era performing with the rest of the Jackson 5. They were in their original set-up order and doing their original dance to “I Want You Back” and I thought it was just the most awesome thing I had ever seen. It really helped bridge the disconnect between who he was when he was a little kid and who he grew up to become.
That’s the same guy.
I was never really a fan (aside from own the HIStory album…) but now I realize the impact that he had on the world. No matter how hard I try to deny it, he did a lot for the world of music and performance art. Sometimes Vance mentions that he can’t believe that Deven may never know who Kurt Cobain was, or appreciate bands like Sound Garden, and now we have to add Michael Jackson to that list, and man does that suck. Michael Jackson was a one of a kind, and there will probably never be another one like him.
Anyway, I am seriously running short on time here. Until next time…
I’m a bad, bad blogger. I apologize. You can imagine with juggling my new college career, upkeep of my messy house, and entertaining the demanding men in my life that I don’t have a lot of time for bloggery. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch. There are some points in my day where I certainly could be blogging, but I instead spend it trying to catch up on the sleep I miss at night due to my overactive bladder and my husband’s loud, incesant snorning. Seriously, how the hell does he sleep through that god awful noise?
School, school, school. School has been going alright. Summer courses are jam-packed full of content and at times it’s a little hard to keep up. The third week of school we had 2 exams and one project on top of the usual lessons. It was the most overwhelming week of my life. The good news is I made an A on the speech exam. I am not so sure I did as well on my math exam, but it would be asking something beyond what I am capable of to expect anything better than a B in any math course.
I’ve missed one class so far, and that was in math due to Vance’s mysterious stomach ailment. Missing a math class during the summer is a huge deal, but I didn’t have a choice. Someone needed to be there to take care of Deven. Now had it been a speech class I would have just stuffed Deven in my back pack and gone anyway. If you have perfect attendance to this class at the end of the semester you get a 3% raise in your grade. You’re going to have to sever my spine to get me to miss a speech class. I am that desperate for 3%.
And then there was Deven. In three months Deven will be 2. Two years old. Can you believe it? The terrible part of this age is already beginning to rear it’s ugly head. He’s become more stubborn, and more…tantrum-y. He’s pretty good here at home during the day, but for some reason when we go out he throws the loudest tantrums. It’s like he knows that if we go out he can really embarrass his mommy and daddy. He’s really gotten into letting out these loud high-pitched squeals when he is unhappy. It’s the most horrifying sound in the world. Screw nails on a chalkboard, it’s a like a home security system going off, or the sound a fire alarm makes when it’s running out of batteries.
On the other hand, being almost 2 has made him sweeter. He gives hugs and kisses all the time now, and not just to mommy and daddy, but to our (reluctant) cat and to stuffed animals as well. The other day we went shopping for a little something for my friend’s baby shower and I picked out this little teddy bear head attached to a blanket thing, and I handed it to Deven and he gave it, like, a half a dozen kisses. I died of the cute, and then decided it was going to given to my friend as a gift from Deven.
His speech is moving along slowly but surely. He’s picked up on some signs and his babbling has become more diverse in the types of sounds he uses. More and more I am hearing people talk about their kids holding off on talking until they 3, and even beyond that, and being fine. He’ll talk when he’s good and ready, as with everything else. He’s just like me, stubborn and independent, and doesn’t want to do anything until he wants to do it. Hopefully he’ll be in college by the time he’s 25.
My baby turning 2 has made me thinking about more babies. I really, really want another baby. Deven would make a great big brother. We talk about possibly having a baby next year some time, but financially I don’t know how we’d swing it. The smart thing would be to wait for me to start working, but it wouldn’t look great to an employer to hire a new girl and then have her take maternity leave 3 months later. We’re making ends meet now, but I don’t know how another baby would effect that. I know a lot of bullshit economists are claiming the recession will be over by 2010, but I’m going to rely on it possibly getting worse before I believe the same “experts” who didnt believe this recession was going to happen to begin with. A part of me doesn’t care, I just need another person to stuff with all of this extra love I have lying around. And I don’t want to have too many years between Deven and the next baby, but at the end of the day you have to do what is right for your family. Not having to go on welfare fits into that category.
So we’ll see how all of that goes. I don’t have a whole lot else to blog about at the moment, so here is a video of Deven chasing some little girls around at a wedding reception. Getcha some!