Oh how badly Cooper and I wished you were here last night!
After finding out that Cooper was still a bar-virgin since his 21st in January, we decided to go out last night and deflower him right away. We had both been working all week and it was the first night we both had off together. We only went two places, Little Willies and the Downtown Pub, and they were both really low key and relatively uncrowded. Little Willie's is still my favorite place, and we have to hang out there.
Anyway, after spending about a month with just each other in the house, we managed to have a night out together and still talk and have a great time laughing and enjoying each other's company. I've complained before that Cooper will never be a real friend for me because we can never talk about emotional stuff, but I'm beginning to think that might be a good thing. I can get way too emotional about everything, and sometimes all I talk about are relationships and emo problems. With Cooper, I talk about other things, funny things, and I can be shill and comfortable and maybe it's a good thing that I have a friend in my life who I don't talk about relationships with. I think in reality he's helping me get past that part of me that I'm trying to leave behind this lonely summer. I can't wait to live with him next semester.
In that vein, I might have found a friend whose brother and friends can take over our leases. If so, a weight would be lifted off my shoulders so great I may float.
This morning I made cococut coffee [I got amaretto for you when you come home] and watched my favorite episode of the backyardigans. I was a little hungover, and I'm kind of sad about Max and Miles leaving, but yesterday I got to play with them and Ira and Flossie, and it was a perfect goodbye. I get so attached to my babies....
That is my Saturday morning.
I miss you terribly.
Everytime I drive past your house.
Come home soon.
<3gen
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
"We Are Not As Divided As Our Politics Suggest" or "Something EPIC In America"
What do I wish I could to tell you today?
Well, I wanted to tell you about spending all morning with Max and Miles, building rocket ships and eating egg sandwiches and watching endless episodes of Dora the explorer.
And then I wanted to tell you about coming home and feeling financially secure for the first time in forever, and then how I sat on the couch and drank simply limeade and read everything is illuminated and felt content
But instead, I ended up taking a nap until 9:34, and woke up to history that I can tell my kids about.
Barack Obama secured the Democratic nomination tonight, and gave a speech about paying teachers more and creating a brilliant new healthcare plan and his big, beautiful smile talked about starting over and trying to make america more like the ideals and dreams we were really founded on.
I am now telling you that I can not wait until my kids come home from school, and they say, "mom, weren't you incollege hen we elected the first black president?" or my grandkids come to visit and one of them says, "I'm doing a project on famous African American achievements, and i got Barack Obama! Everyone wanted him! Can you tell me about it?" Even though a first female president would have been as groundbreaking, that history making with a candidate that I believe would make no changes would not have been worth it. This is about more than my candidate winning, which is hopeful in ways you can't understand because I don't think you've ever had the ideal of America that I have had. And it's more than Hillary losing, no matter how awesome that is. And it's not even about being able to work in the campaign office in the fall, even though it is all you're going to hear about until, and likely after, november.
What it's about is electing a leader who can speak in complete sentences- poetic ones at that. It's about having the possibility and hope for change in this country so ruined and wrought with fear from 8 years of mismanagement, cruelty, and stupidity. It is about choosing hope over fear, and treating our constitution as a basis for taking care of people, not a weapon against thought, the less fortunate, and minorities.
It is about this:
But it's a little about Hillary losing.
That is my tuesday.
I miss you darling.
<3gen
Well, I wanted to tell you about spending all morning with Max and Miles, building rocket ships and eating egg sandwiches and watching endless episodes of Dora the explorer.
And then I wanted to tell you about coming home and feeling financially secure for the first time in forever, and then how I sat on the couch and drank simply limeade and read everything is illuminated and felt content
But instead, I ended up taking a nap until 9:34, and woke up to history that I can tell my kids about.
Barack Obama secured the Democratic nomination tonight, and gave a speech about paying teachers more and creating a brilliant new healthcare plan and his big, beautiful smile talked about starting over and trying to make america more like the ideals and dreams we were really founded on.
I am now telling you that I can not wait until my kids come home from school, and they say, "mom, weren't you incollege hen we elected the first black president?" or my grandkids come to visit and one of them says, "I'm doing a project on famous African American achievements, and i got Barack Obama! Everyone wanted him! Can you tell me about it?" Even though a first female president would have been as groundbreaking, that history making with a candidate that I believe would make no changes would not have been worth it. This is about more than my candidate winning, which is hopeful in ways you can't understand because I don't think you've ever had the ideal of America that I have had. And it's more than Hillary losing, no matter how awesome that is. And it's not even about being able to work in the campaign office in the fall, even though it is all you're going to hear about until, and likely after, november.
What it's about is electing a leader who can speak in complete sentences- poetic ones at that. It's about having the possibility and hope for change in this country so ruined and wrought with fear from 8 years of mismanagement, cruelty, and stupidity. It is about choosing hope over fear, and treating our constitution as a basis for taking care of people, not a weapon against thought, the less fortunate, and minorities.
It is about this:
But it's a little about Hillary losing.
That is my tuesday.
I miss you darling.
<3gen
Monday, June 2, 2008
"If We Can Write Our Own Vows" or "Love Is Icky"
I wish I could tell you about going out tonight with my friend from work, and seeing the Sex and the City movie. I wish I could drive to your house, and eat leftovers on the floor, and talk about that the movie was good and showed me something about myself. That I got to the end, and it was romantic and lovely and just what it should have been in every way [not in the ridiculous P.S. I Love You way], and I didn't feel sad. I didn't stare at the screen and want a boyfriend or wish I was in love, I didn't look to each of those leading men and pray that I would find one like him and wish that I had one to go home too.
In fact, I was delighted that those characters on the big screen got such lovely men in their lives, and I was comforted that I had gotten just as lovely ones in my life before. And for once I didn't dwell on the heartbreak, and I didn't want it back, but rather took joy in that I once had it, and it was beautiful and bright, and the kisses were real and the romance was there and that was what mattered. Because remember, you don't have to possess it forever to make it count. Beauty doesn't have to be protected, you don't have to prove it to anyone, what matters is that you had it, not that it is eternal. Beauty shouldn't be eternal, maybe love shouldn't be either.
I would also like to tell you that I watched Amelie and thought of you, and that I wrote my essay for Colin's class and thought of you, and that I read my old journals to Ryan and we talked like best friends do and I told him you and I have a tradition of eating on the floor together and that I hope we always do that forever and ever.
I also want to tell you that Ryan donated old toys of his to my nursery, and that I had a wonderful morning with Ira today. I want to tell you that I have decided Ira is my new love, even if that might sound creepy to people who don't care to understand, but because that cheerful little boy knows nothing about my past or my faults, and even if he did he would love me. Because I could do anything and Ira wouldn't care, but he would still run to me when he cried, and he would still laugh at me when I call him a silly goose, and he would still tell me he loved me when he went to sleep no matter if I failed my math class or got in a car wreck or didn't make enough money. Ira will always, always be head-over-heels for me, and that counts for more than any other love I have ever had. You can't trust anything quite like you can trust a 3 year-old.
That is my Sunday.
Goodnight.
Sincerely Yours,
Genevieve
In fact, I was delighted that those characters on the big screen got such lovely men in their lives, and I was comforted that I had gotten just as lovely ones in my life before. And for once I didn't dwell on the heartbreak, and I didn't want it back, but rather took joy in that I once had it, and it was beautiful and bright, and the kisses were real and the romance was there and that was what mattered. Because remember, you don't have to possess it forever to make it count. Beauty doesn't have to be protected, you don't have to prove it to anyone, what matters is that you had it, not that it is eternal. Beauty shouldn't be eternal, maybe love shouldn't be either.
I would also like to tell you that I watched Amelie and thought of you, and that I wrote my essay for Colin's class and thought of you, and that I read my old journals to Ryan and we talked like best friends do and I told him you and I have a tradition of eating on the floor together and that I hope we always do that forever and ever.
I also want to tell you that Ryan donated old toys of his to my nursery, and that I had a wonderful morning with Ira today. I want to tell you that I have decided Ira is my new love, even if that might sound creepy to people who don't care to understand, but because that cheerful little boy knows nothing about my past or my faults, and even if he did he would love me. Because I could do anything and Ira wouldn't care, but he would still run to me when he cried, and he would still laugh at me when I call him a silly goose, and he would still tell me he loved me when he went to sleep no matter if I failed my math class or got in a car wreck or didn't make enough money. Ira will always, always be head-over-heels for me, and that counts for more than any other love I have ever had. You can't trust anything quite like you can trust a 3 year-old.
That is my Sunday.
Goodnight.
Sincerely Yours,
Genevieve
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