I know we've grown apart, but I'm willing to change, because I love you.
It totally wasn't you; it was me. I've just needed some time to get my head straight and really figure out me, you know, before I could really give myself to you fully. You deserve that. You deserve all of me, and I just wasn't capable of giving it to you. Now, though, if you'll take me back, I think I'm ready to be with you. I promise that I haven't been seeing any other blogs during the break. I've been faithful. I haven't even been touching my diary or looking at dirty fonts. I won't even ask if you've blogged or seen other bloggers while we were apart; it's none of my business. I accept that I left you and I have no right to know, or care, what you've done since February. I don't even ask that things be the same as they were before. I'm not expecting us to rush straight to bed, even, and I am willing that you should read my blog on the couch, or even in the den if that's where you're comfortable. I just ask for a chance to wiggle my way back into your affections.
In the interest of honesty, I'll tell you everything, you deserve to know.
(Did I mention how hot you look in that outfit? God I missed you!)
So, here's the recap:
We went to the Caribbean in the Spring, with a few days on either side spent in Minnesota. We frolicked in the warm ocean, ate amazing food, drank rum, enjoyed every damn minute of it! Here are a few pictures of the Grammatarians in Paradise:
Then we went to New York and L.A. for a few days each for Mr. Grammatarian's company. Thomas and I tagged along and he took a couple of extra days to make a small family vacation out of each trip. I'll put up some pictures later, but I don't have them on this computer or my photobucket account right now. I have to say, though, that Thomas travels surprisingly well. He hasn't been that kid on a plane yet, though he does have a habit of grabbing flight attendants' asses. Luckily he's pretty cute and can get away with it.
We just got back from another trip to Minnesota, actually. We went to meet Rob's grandmother, who is a lovely woman. We also met a few of Rob's cousins - and by "a couple" I mean nine....out of 28...just on his dad's side. We went over to one of his uncle's house and met eight of his nine kids. The mind, she boggles. The uterus, she whimpers.
Rob went on tour as a hired gun drummer. They followed a heat wave and flash flooding down Route 66. It was two weeks of muggy weather, cheap beer, and an attempt to grow a Lemmy moustache. We missed him terribly and I think that two weeks of solo parenting a toddler getting molars is more than enough for me, thanks.
I have to stop now, Thomas is up from his nap, and I have mom stuff to do, but I'll be back, and to tide you over, here's a picture of the Disco Ninja himself enjoying the zoo:
In the interest of honesty, I'll tell you everything, you deserve to know.
(Did I mention how hot you look in that outfit? God I missed you!)
So, here's the recap:
We went to the Caribbean in the Spring, with a few days on either side spent in Minnesota. We frolicked in the warm ocean, ate amazing food, drank rum, enjoyed every damn minute of it! Here are a few pictures of the Grammatarians in Paradise:
Then we went to New York and L.A. for a few days each for Mr. Grammatarian's company. Thomas and I tagged along and he took a couple of extra days to make a small family vacation out of each trip. I'll put up some pictures later, but I don't have them on this computer or my photobucket account right now. I have to say, though, that Thomas travels surprisingly well. He hasn't been that kid on a plane yet, though he does have a habit of grabbing flight attendants' asses. Luckily he's pretty cute and can get away with it.
We just got back from another trip to Minnesota, actually. We went to meet Rob's grandmother, who is a lovely woman. We also met a few of Rob's cousins - and by "a couple" I mean nine....out of 28...just on his dad's side. We went over to one of his uncle's house and met eight of his nine kids. The mind, she boggles. The uterus, she whimpers.
Rob went on tour as a hired gun drummer. They followed a heat wave and flash flooding down Route 66. It was two weeks of muggy weather, cheap beer, and an attempt to grow a Lemmy moustache. We missed him terribly and I think that two weeks of solo parenting a toddler getting molars is more than enough for me, thanks.
I have to stop now, Thomas is up from his nap, and I have mom stuff to do, but I'll be back, and to tide you over, here's a picture of the Disco Ninja himself enjoying the zoo:
2 Comments:
What, Grammatarian paradise is not the Olive Garden in Fargo? You disappoint me!
I like to think of the Fargo Olive Garden as the antechamber to Paradise. It's where you hang your coat, take off your shoes, and, if you're Thomas, do a little pre-paradise boob grabbing.
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