after shipping my m.acbo.ok to my brother in boston, i had hope that he could recover all the music i’ve produced this year, the photos, the videos i’ve shot of red, the loving sticky notes she’s left me, and of course my endless amounts of bookmarks.  no go.  he called yesterday and said they couldn’t save any of it.  i always say i’m not attached to anything but if the house was burning down and i could only grab one thing (assuming red was safe) it’d be the computer – we are designers, afterall.  then i think of that show cl.ea.n sw.ee.p and they say “the memories are in your heart.”   but still, the devastation lingers.  you see, after the new update, iphoto included a flic.kr upload button right within the program.  i’d always used a 3rd party app.   since march i’ve relied on the built-in uploader and had great success.  but then, being the minimalist that i am, i noticed that iphoto would save two folders with each upload group, one standard folder with the group, and one flic.kr folder.  i figured i could delete the flic.kr group since they were already on flic.kr.  delete delete delete delete.  it wasn’t until the computer crashed that i realized it pulled everything( since the march update) off the flickr site!  no more anniversary pictures, boston trips, balloon fiesta/colorado with my parents, the list goes on. so while i may have backed up sometime in the spring, the lesson is to back up way more often than that.

as my computer is currently on its way back to me, rebuilt with fancy new features/media courtesy of my brother, i’ve found some consolation.  red took me out to get the fancy new dro.id phone on its release day last friday.  of course this an affront to the ap.ple name with ver.izo.n’s aggressive adverts against i.p.hon.e.  my brother tested on and thought it too heavy.  i think it’s the first “toy” i’ve purchased in forever and with the amount of times red and i consider calling 411, we’re are going to get a lot of use out of this.  and from now on, i’m going to live more in the moment because photos/videos/songs are fleeting.

p.s. has anyone seen precious yet?  i’ve been eagerly awaiting this movie and even had my book, p.ush, signed by sapph.ire, back in ‘99 when she spoke at pr.att.  but guess what?  it’s not playing in this sleepy little city!  must move asap!

the hospital was fine yesterday.  i actually didn’t mind it much at all.  it was nice to see the nurses again and my photography is 24×36 up and down the peds icu hallway.  i played four rounds of candy land, 1/2 games of checkers, and a 1/2 game of trouble with a 17 year girl with down syndrome.  and i had to have many teaching moments with a mean 9 year old patient who felt better making fun of her.  but the good news is that i am done.  i don’t know why i didn’t let myself leave this job 13 months ago.  my entire demeanor changed on nights before i had to go in there.  sure there were many fun days but those off days when someone would die and i’d counsel the family and do handprints/footprints of the dead with them was too much (even if i felt strong at the time).

we saw whip it last night.  so much fun.  i wish my mother would see it. not that i’m a roller derby girl (yet) or anything.  she just reminds me of the mom in the film so much.  i wish it was doing better in the theaters!  there were 6 people in the theater (including us).    we both decided that this is a movie we will want our daughter to own in her teen years.

oh and we took the girls to whe.re the w.ild thin.gs are last week.  i’ve been meaning to write about this somewhere.  has anyone seen gummo?  for some reason i own the dvd.  i think i just had to own it so that i could go back to parts of it and really consider this place we call america.  anyway, where the wild things are is the “PG/abstract” version of gummo.  in fact i was attempting a visual diptych of the two when my macbo.ok crashed…hmm.  (genius bar useless, btw, it’s being shipped to my brother’s app.le store in boston).  both gummo and wtwta made this viewer uncomfortable.  the youngest niece wanted to leave.  i read a review in the times suggesting max needed a mental hospital and the monsters needed therapists.  the ira and judith banter was reminiscent of woody allen films (who i adore) but didn’t fit.  perhaps without dialogue (and solely a masterful score) it would be easier to watch.

even though we just flew back into town on sunday, i’m looking at vacations online.  red’s classes are pretty demanding and she’s fed up with tests every week and very little in-class discussion.  i think 3 days at a shore is in order.  it’s cheaper than ttc and i just can’t start again with all the uncertainties about the move – and, of course, our donor is sold out.  however, i’m confident that within a couple months we’ll be back on track.  (of course if the known donor works out and we’re doing ici, what the hell).

i had a dream that someone gave me to kill a mocki.ngbird.  i’ve never read it.  suffice to say that will change very soon.

we’re still around.

with red not being chained to her desk all day, well, we have been busy catching up. we’ve had two open houses that were not successful – as in, less than ten people. today we bit the bullet and paid the hefty fee to list our home on the mls. it’s still saving us a chunk of cash by not using a seller’s agent. we had lunch with the realtor we bought the house with and she came by and said everything looked perfect – and that houses don’t typically have much luck in november or december. fingers crossed the mls will bring more buyers and we’re happy to pay buyer’s agent fees.

we also just got back from almost a week in fort collins where we got to spoil our four nieces. wouldn’t you know it…they got 21 inches of snow and two snow days while their parents were away! never fear, red and i loaded the crew into the truck and drove through the blizzard to ta.rget where we killed some time before eating lunch out. they were great and a good reminder that we’ll only ever plan to have one child. so.much.conversation.constantly. having said that, i really loved the one on one time i got with each of them. but as a group we made and decorated cupcakes, pumpkin whoopie pies, spray painted snow with colored water, made a haunted basement for a h’ween party, saw the wild thing movie, and got a whole dry ice thing going on the steps for the trick or treaters. red and i enjoyed wine under the stars in the hot tub after i shoveled off the giant pile of snow and the kids were asleep. and i can’t forget: our brother-in-law makes the best martinis ever.

now that we’re back in the desert, i’m catching up on emails and voicemails and feel pretty disgusted with my boss. begin: vent. despite not being able to get consistent hours in months, she asked me to work t’giving and xmas. i’m the only employee who doesn’t have their immediate family in this city and it’s just pretty nervy to ask that of me. i told her i couldn’t commit because the house is for sale and we could very well be gone. but the whole reason i don’t have hours is because they are in a financial crisis and her response to my “no” was that they’d see if they could hire someone else. uh? so you can’t pay me the 20 hrs i was hired for but you can hire someone else? this boss has repeatedly called me her best friend and it’s true i consistently try to put distance between us because she is the most toxic person i’ve ever met. so this should be good right? i give my letter of resignation, again (she didn’t accept it 5 months ago) and dry my hands of the situation. wrong, she wants me to work wednesday…in h1n1 central. it’s asking me to stand on the front line before going home for good. and because red and i are opposed to the vaccinations (mostly because we live in a bubble and didn’t find it necessary) i have major anxiety about this. and i can’t say no because i feel like it’s the closure i need to get a good reference (never mind that i wrote two grants in this position and secured major major cash for a new maternal special care program and have been published in the newspaper for an event i organized at the hospital). end: vent

back to h’ween. red dressed up as an uncanny frida kahlo and i was amelia earhart. there was a little party for the kids and some wine & then martinis for the rest of us. see here:

also, before we left fort collins, i noticed my macbook had froze. looks like the hard drive completely crashed and i have genius bar appt tomorrow night to figure it out. my apple care doesn’t expire until dec so i’m grateful for that. of course, losing everything including all 300 photos i accidentally deleted off flickr recently is a bummer.

still, there is good news.  red has decided on med school.  we’ll be taking a trip abroad somewhere in the next year.  i’m looking forward to our cross-country drive to the northeast soon.  and we realized we know someone who we’d like to ask about being a known donor (this is a big maybe since we’re both hooked on our ccb donor but he’s currently sold out).

i’m all caught up on everyone’s posts and am so grateful to have this glimpse into everyone’s experiences.  ”congrats” and “better luck next time” to respective parties.

we finally got the call.  THE call.  since moving to the sw we’ve wanted to experience working on the sets of at least one of the many productions that shoot here.  i sent in headshots of red and i and lo!  i got a call on wed asking if i could do fri and mon.  red got called out of class on thursday asking her to come in that moment and also fri and mon.  we are shooting a gala scene for c.r.ash 2 which i’ve never seen an episode of.  e.ri.c rob.er.t.s is the star.  red told me on thursday he was a total diva and when they’d call for quiet before a scene he always barked and made trumpet noises.  i’m thinking tourettes.  anyway, he touched red’s arm on thursday and called her “doll” to which she smartly replied “oh i loved your work in the l word.”  that shut him right up.

it was fun to go together yesterday at 11 am but guess what?  we didn’t get home until 4 am!  we are very cranky girls today.  while we were both in different groups, i think we had good spots within them.  i know it’s good because we both had tape on the floor while the other background actors didn’t.  however, we’ll probably never watch the show and probably care the least about face time.  the other background actors behaved like they were on a bad reality show and we have some stories.  ooooh,  for example, red was in shooting a scene and i was in the holding area with a bunch of other people.  somehow it came up that i’m married to a woman and this other woman said “well i’m a jehovah’s witness so you know how i feel about that but we’re not supposed to judge”  and i said “listen, i’ve known i am gay since i was fourteen, i’ve heard it all.”  then this flake proceeded to say “why do some woman try to look like men? and why do most feminine women date butch women?  do you know you both don’t look gay?”  seriously?  and THEN!  she’s a flight attendant on a small mexico charter and she started saying “mexicans are the sweetest people.  do you know most of them don’t like ice?”  i kid you not.  “have you met my mexican wife?”

for the most part, it was a good experience.  we have to do it all over again on monday and i’m hoping it’s not another 17 hour day but i look it at it this way: one day of us both there is a vial!  now onto a possible open house this weekend.

p.s. i am getting O-L-D.  i volunteered for the GLBT film fest thurs while red was working on the set.  at the after party i had one drink that the volunteer coordinator handed me.  headache all day yesterday.  time to get pregnant already!

p.p.s.  remember that closet we started knocking out last fall?  here it is, in completion.  we installed the hardwoods, the crown molding, the shelves, the wire railing but by far, the demo was the scariest part.

we just got home from a movie at the glbt southwest film fest and while red is installing a cable wire railing, i’m helpfully sipping reisling and researching deer grass.  i was just reminiscing about a funny thing that happened when my parents were here.  we were at the gas station and red was cleaning the windshield while my dad was in the store.  my mom was in the front seat and i was in the back.  but first some background.

red is obsessive about shaving.  i mean who shaves her legs and armpits every day even through the winter??  of course, i’m not a fan of body hair but with her i wouldn’t mind if she turned into a werewolf.  lucky for me, despite my italian heritage, my hair grows in rather blonde and soft so it’s something i only pay attention to once a week if i’m not wearing a dress.  but i digress.  i implored red to let her armpits grow out a little (like a week…she’s way too picky to do much longer and also, i asked this of her once a few months ago and she begrudgingly obliged).

so there she is, cleaning the windshield in a tank, armpit right in front of my mother’s face.  oh man, i was cracking up before i knew how horrified she’d be so i threw her a bone when she returned to the car.  ”babe, is the rash getting any better under your arms?”  she happily played along while giving me dirty and blushed looks in the rearview.  i effin love this woman.

so we’re back after yet another respite – my parents called on thursday to say “surprise! we’re coming tomorrow.” (insert expletives and running around our construction zone with pledge and dish rag)  lucky for them, we are still housesitting (only we had yet to spend the night in the house the cats have covered with their fur).  we gave my parents our place in the evenings – which, if you knew my parents, this was a big deal as they are strictly 5 star hotel people.  i quickly threw together an itinerary to make sure everything i wanted to show them in the last 13 months would happen.  red and i worked at the balloon fiesta the morning of their arrival and the balloon we were chasing ended up having a hard landing in a spot next to the highway, inaccessible to cars.  what a mess.  really, it seems like so much work for so little fun.  so we barely made it to the airport in clean clothes.  the next morning we went back to the balloon fiesta, folks in the car, at 6 a.m for the mass ascension.  holy cow – what a sight.  my dad had his first breakfast burrito and my mom her first funnel cake (which is basically the fried dough on the east coast, yea?)

by 11 a.m. we were on the road to telluride, co (a measely 7 hour drive!) to see the foliage and spend the night at the lovely mountain lodge.  my mom was a little queasy at the mountain passes through silverton, etc. but all in all it was a really successful trip.  and i have to add that red insisted on driving the entire time.  while i have the better driving record, i do tend to have ny taxi driver qualities that aren’t suited for mountain roads without jersey barriers.

sunday we returned to abq at sunset to try to catch the tram but it was too crowded.  we called it a night and went to our cat house where we slept in our clothes as the cats wailed outside the door all night (we are never getting a cat).  by 7:30 a.m. we were back at our casa to pick my parents up for yet another road trip.  this time we drove south to socorro, the setting of red’s early childhood.  she was really worried my parents would freak out but of course they thought it quaint and fascinating.  my mom said it’s what she pictured old nm towns would look like.  red even let us visit her 91 yo grandfather in his cowboy hat and motorized wheelchair while her uncles roasted green chile in the front yard.  i’ll try and post pics of red and grandpa later.

we headed back to abq and hit up old town before dinner and a sunset tram ride.  yesterday morning we caught the zoo before i dropped red off at class and then my folks at the airport.

anyway, it’s only a matter of time.  the contractor is downstairs as i type and after he finishes, we’ll get our house on the market.  i’m scanning boston apartments/houses daily.  i’m sad about leaving my fertility doctor because they were really great but hey, i don’t even think we have health insurance today – red’s doing the cobra research.  our donor is running low on vials and that’s another concern.  we may order a couple to keep on hold because we’re both so hooked on him.  and i’m sure if we’ve secured the vials we’ll totally be impulsive and do an ici next cycle – pending insurance, of course.

red’s sister, the greatest sister ever, is flying us up to colorado in two weeks to babysit her four daughters and we’re stoked to hang with the coolest kids ever.

because i generally use reader to keep up with blogs, i didn’t realize how behind the times we are without a blogroll.  so without further adieu, these are the blogs i’m keeping up with.  let me know if you’re missing and would like to be added.

the whole truth

te.n thou.sand wav.es, a spa in santa fe, has this new thing where you can rent an airstream as your hotel room!  how cool is that?  we wish we were going away tonight since we have, well, 4 days of nothing ahead of us.  actually, i shouldn’t say that.  we’re housesitting until the 11th and are technically in charge of some cats but we were told they are fine for 4 days without humans so we’re biding our time away from the fur as long as possible.

i went through a box of cds yesterday that i hadn’t looked at since we moved here.  over 100 discs without cases.  that’s nuts and careless.  i went through all of them and took only 34 songs that i couldn’t live without out.  the discs are going on freecycle.  unless anyone out there loves new music and wants a random few in the mail.

red is trying her hand at italian cooking tonight.  we’ve been pretty old-fashioned thus far with her making the enchiladas and me making a weekly tomato sauce.  well tonight she’s trying eggplant/ricotta calzones!  and last night we cracked and went out for our guilty pleasure since we hadn’t had a drink since the layoff.  is the suspense killing you?  it’s kind of embarrassing.  okay i’ll tell you.  chambord margaritas!  sometimes a pear martini just won’t cut it…okay i take that back.  a pear martini always cuts it.  sometimes we just need to drink our calories.  that’s more like it.

oh!  and in going through my old cds i found about 10 discs of photos.  here i am two years ago with my friend’s baby, ava.  i used to have her for a week at a time because her mama had all kindz o’ drama.  anyway, it was good times and i learned a lot about myself and how i’ll be as a parent.  esp since we lived in an apartment and i was convinced the neighbors were going to call the police when i couldn’t help her to stop crying (not that it was often, i just didn’t want her to cry, ever).  there were nights i just had to let her get it all out and i’d go out on the porch and have a cocktail and you know what?  that’s alright!  thank god for my social worker friends who would come over and remind me of that.  she could be a tough little baby with the old thrusting-back-in-defiance trick when you’re swaddling her.   sigh.  most of the time, it was bliss.  and now she’s the cutest effin thing ever.

or stressballs, usa.  you decide.

red got laid off on friday, only 5 days after her boss got us 5 red sox tickets in an act of adoration for his best employee.  he’d been out of town and returned after a long absence in the office only to find out the the office manager approved red’s new school schedule (she’d be out of the office two mornings a week, thus staying later those two evenings).  he lost his shit and instead of giving her a chance to drop the classes told her he supports her and to go back to school full time and then to call the firm when she’s done.  she was unmistakeably, floored.  a measly two weeks severance at a wage far below what she’d been earning, a letter of recommendation, and a half year bonus.  it’s true this job has been hell.  she’s clocked almost 300 hours of unpaid overtime (often overnights) this year alone (labor lawyer anyone?) and been the star employee in the small firm.  he’s been known to lose his temper before (red has called me many times in the past year to say people have been laid off with no notice) but we thought she was safe.

while i don’t believe things happen for a reason, i do believe this is the impetus we needed to finish our home construction and put the house on the market.  and it’s pretty sweet to be sitting here on our macs in pjs and with coffee at 9:30 on a wednesday.  we’ve got some freelance gigs to get us by but of course the biggest elephant in the room is the anticipated oct insem.  while we’re not saying “no” it’s looking a little irresponsible at this point.  and we can’t really pick up and leave tomorrow because red should really finish the classes that go until december…and financial aid is a great incentive.

in other news, my parents might finally visit us next week.  no, they haven’t booked a flight.  it’s the balloon fiesta here and it’s a good time for them to be here.  my mother calls every other day to say she’s planning to book the flight, but with her father so sick, she’s been distracted.  anyway, we can’t wait for the moment of their arrival – i’ve felt like the kid with no parent showing up to my school performance this past year.  not to mention, hello, i bought my first house!

an elephant was born at our local zoo on saturday.  yesterday was her first day with the public so we ran over there to check her out.  ZOMG.  so freakin cute.  i stupidly stupidly forgot the D80 but snapped a shot with the cell phone.  we may run back over today with the good camera to catch some better shots.  here she is (still unnamed btw):

most of the time i have to hit the refresh button because i can’t read these, but this one was all too clear.

1. i am absolutely opposed to children drinking soda.  not that i’ve ever confronted anyone about it but when i’m driving by the bus stop and seeing a 2 year old with church’s chicken cup in her little greasy hands, i cringe.  i’m speaking both as a teacher who sent unopened sodas back home in the lunch box with a friendly note and as an adult who is paying the price at the dentist because i didn’t have such restrictions.  the research has been done.  it’s inexcusable.  alternatives are sparkling water with natural fruit juice.  enough said.

2. we’ve lived in abq for a year and a week and we still don’t have any clue what’s programmed on our car radio.  while it’s easy to fix, there just aren’t any radio stations we consistently enjoy.  i’m sure npr is on there because we are enthusiastic sunday radio listeners (car talk, phc, and wait wait…) but other than that it seems to be a mix of mariachi, religious nutjobs, and static – now if only i could remember what’s what. sidenote: most of the time i drive in silence as in “you know you’re getting old when you’re too high-strung to chill out to some beats.”

3. i know everything that is going on around me.  my vice is that i absolutely cannot be oblivious.  sure, it was great for gossiping with the old lady who lived next door and we speculated why our lawyer neighbor’s girlfriend moved out when he wasn’t home or why someone is sitting in their car too long out front but now that she has moved my wife isn’t as excited to hear the latest.  this goes beyond my block of course.  i always know which direction we are heading and what kind of clouds are overhead and the dominant color in a room.  and don’t get me started on my impeccable sense of smell.  living in some of the places i’ve lived, well, it’s worked against me as much as it’s worked for me.

4. i am not comfortable in sneakers.  while i’ve worn havaianas all summer, all those cute converse and pumas went untouched.  i’m a sucker for some sharp loafers (usually mens and in bold colors) and today was the first cool day i could pull out my knee-high charles david boots over spandex.  i wear heels but not often enough.

5.  i have worked hard to lose my boston accent.  i didn’t know how much i actually had one until we watched xmas 84 this weekend.  holy smokes.  “jaaaason!  lookit what saaanta gut you!  it’s a new cah!”  as much as i don’t have to consciously think about it anymore, i still slip when i’m drinking.

everyone in the blogosphere has already been tagged.  if only i could be late for something else.

what felt like an eternity of distance and time for the first few days quickly dissolved and our trip in boston has sadly concluded.  we got in last night after a fantastic weekend together.  my first 10 days were filled with  time hanging with my dad on his boat, reuniting with friends, eating at all my favorite spots, driving my mother’s expedition through the narrow streets of the north end like a ny taxi driver in order to grasp the atmosphere of enclave living.

red arrived (quite delayed after 3 a.m. on her birthday), and i later surprised her with a room at the intercontinental right on the water and some gehry from tiffanys.  we dined with the fam at margiannos until we could hardly walk.  i visited castle island three times and those visits included a lobster roll and flying a kite.  we bought no less than 10 new articles of clothing and ultimately are no closer to selecting our future address except for the third line.  red loved the south end and the prospect of safely holding hands is delicious for sure.  we’ve made peace with the possibility of a newborn in 500 square feet for a couple of months.  my grandfather had good and bad moments.  he remembered me and even asked (in my best boston inter-speak) “warz ya pahtnah?”  red and i enjoyed indian in the rain at quincy market and chuckled as the place cleared out when the fire alarm went off and we practically had private dining.   she quickly noted it was only the tourists that went scrambling for safety.  we took the train to harvard and took our time in the coop.  i ate a burrito outside at the pru with my oldest buddy and later perfected the odd concoction that is vodka punch.  we were excited to return to dry air and a clean house and now we face the reality of putting the house on the market and crossing our fingers.  stay tuned.

ETA: i forgot to mention red’s boss called his friend, john hen.ry, and scored us 5 tix behind home plate for us and my family to see sunday’s evening game before we left monday a.m.  someone asked us yesterday who pitched and we didn’t even know.   but we did watch fever pitch on the plane ride back!  another score!

and i don’t know whole the process for this game but suffice to say i told red to write 5 little known facts about herself and i’d do the same.  she did, and i still have not.  now it’s the eleventh hour and i’m on a flight in the early a.m. and leaving my computer behind.  i’ll update from the fam’s at some point during my stay.  so here you go, courtesy of red, at barren lesbian’s request.

five little known things about red:
a. i wrangled with juvenile delinquents for 6 years on a daily basis and once even “took one down” with my bare hands.

b. i didn’t take a sip of alcohol (well, except for the tiny cherry coke beer mixture my sister gave me in the 10th grade) until freshman year college (collective GASP).

c. i have a hit christian cd where i sang songs like “lord pour forth” and other horrible shit.

d. i watched atomic bombs being tested in the middle of the desert as a small child, and subsequently watched nuclear missile tests over the most beautiful blue waters in the south pacific (mommy, what’s that giant mushroom in the sky??)

e. i don’t believe in karma, nor do i pretend to have a clue as to why/how this beautiful mess we live in started and/or why it’s still going.  all i know is that i have true, perfect love, and it is my reason for believing that there is more than just random chance – there is goodness, beauty, fate, fire, future, purity….

red and i are big dreamers, it’s true.  but we are also good at making those dreams come to life.  the BIG PICTURE has been getting to mass and having our family (of course, i plan on going back to school in january).  well for 114 days i’ve been watching the farmhouse of our(my) dreams online, satisfied that it wasn’t going anywhere (considering it needs plumbing, electrical, heat, everything, really).  behold:

but as of monday, it went “inactive” which leads me imagining all kinds of worst case scenarios.  i immediately emailed the listing agent and still haven’t received anything back.  grrr.

the thing of it is, red was able to visualize us there, having horses and being secluded, but she was worried about the commute.  having spent half my life so far in traffic, i was not concerned and figured we’d buy a boat and dock it in plymouth and take that to boston somedays just to mix up the routine (i told ya i could dream).  i visualized making one of the out buildings (the one the horses didn’t live in) into a home for the governess.  and now…screeching halt…now i don’t know what is going on!

in related news, my lovely wife had the distinct pleasure of growing up on paradise island after spending the first few years riding horses in the new mexican desert (she rode a horse to school!). but then, yes folks., she moved to an atoll in the south pacific with some of the greatest minds of our time.  behold #2:

she never had the opportunity to stumble home from the bar after closing worrying about knife attacks and falling asleep on the train only to wake up at the end of the G line on a bridge in SE Brooklyn alone on the train car save for the scary homeless man looking at you while the sun is slowly coming up over the atlantic.  i digress.  i want her to have those things, well, not THOSE things but to be able to walk to fun places and to be a city-girl…and she wants them too.  so maybe there is another dream house for us and in a year we can live there but today we’re getting all excited looking at 300 square feet of home-sweet-home in the gayborhood known as the south end of boston.  (please don’t let us wind up in (gasp) arlington or (not ever) revere beach)  and sure we’ll be paying more than double on rent and a parking garage than we would on a mortgage. and we’re still planning on getting pregnant any month now so hopefully our new neighbors won’t mind stepping over the carriage in the hallway next summer.  from complicated to crammed-in divine.

p.s. no offense to arlington – i want to high school there and it was the worst four years of my life surrounded by the most bigoted people i’ve ever known.  i could do a whole oprah special about dodging rocks on a daily basis while football players sneezed “dyke” and “lez” and then slapped each other five.

and revere, oh revere.  let’s just say i can never be president.

and on the TTC front, we’d been stoked about trying in september but my cycle started today and i don’t think we’ll be back by ovulation.  october is a lovely month, no?