Velveteen Mind

No End to November

I am only vaguely aware that I have a computer lately.  The thought that I have a blog is really just a joke.

I mean, I don't even have a shower every day.

Today, we made an offer on a house.  For the first time in more than two years, I am entertaining the thought of having my own home again.

A real home.

Tomorrow, I am relaunching my eBay store for the holidays.  For the first time in months, I am entertaining the thought of managing my own steady income again. 

A real workload.

Both of these things equal no time to think, let alone write.  Both of things also equal a desperate need to write, to keep my head straight.

Both of these things equal positive changes.  But I'll have to work for them.

This week is going to be insanely busy for me, so please continue to embrace my GoBloMeMoFo guest bloggers.  Come the first of December, things should begin to stabilize into a more steady pace of chaos, as opposed to the herky jerky chaos that has been November.

I just need to make it through this week.  I just need to make it through the end of November.

 

Turning down the hearing aid for Thankgsiving

Guest Post by Mrs. Flinger

My parents are here visiting from Texas. It's a wonderful visit... if by wonderful you mean you're completely PRO Texas and ANTI Northwest-liberal-hippy. Apparently we're all three hemp necklaces away from a commune up here. The recycling! The trees! All. That. Fresh. Air!

It's enough to make a girl almost appreciate the 3,000 miles between Seattle and Houston.

I once told a friend, when asked what my favorite part of Texas was, "The middle. That way, no matter what direction you're going, you're always heading out."

So, like I was saying, this visit is going well(ish). But I'm remembering why we as a generation have chosen to move far beyond the lands of our roots. Far beyond that place formerly known as "home". Beyond the umbilical chord.

It's because of the TV.

See, right now, even as I attempt to think, or write, or work, or godforbid hold a conversation, the TV is up so loud it impales my brain.  Old people? They listen to the TV so. damn. loud. And I'm pretty sure that's why I live in Seattle and not Houston. Because any closer and I'd probably hear the TV from my parent's house, one of the seven of them tuned to various stations like FoxNews and TexasRocksTV and VoteBush, from my kitchen window,

Did you hear that? Did you? It was the sound of a Jetta Commercial. I'm pretty sure my Dad just passed out on the remote again. Darn that 7pm bedtime.

--Mrs. Flinger normally blogs her blahblahblaaabbb here . She is honored to be able to keep the bunny alive! Save the bunny! Save the blog! (Except, she failed miserably at moblomeformo or whatever. Horribly. Miserably! L-AH-OOSER.) But she's here for Megan. And honored to be.

Here it is - my feeble attempt at bunny CPR...

Guest Post by Deb from Mom of 3 Girls

"GoBloMeMoFo"

Wow, having to keep the bunny alive – what a lot of pressure! What if the bunny dies while on my watch? Sigh… Well, here’s my best effort to keep this NaBloPoMo thing rolling over here at The Velveteen Mind. Keep in mind this is my first time guest posting anywhere ever, that I’m way out of my comfort zone here and we’ll all get along just fine…

I’m Deb, otherwise known as ‘Mom of 3 Girls’. Yes, I know it’s such a creative name. I have no idea where I could’ve come up with that. Nope, none at all.  :) Although it does really fit, due to a serious lack of ‘boy parts’ around my household, other than my poor outnumbered husband, of course. Yes, even our 2 cats are female… So that puts the ratio at 6 to 1. Yikes, no wonder the poor guy works so much, LOL.

One question we get all the time is whether or not we’re going to ‘try for a boy’. And people started asking this question even while I was still pregnant with baby girl #3! One down side to knowing the gender, I suppose (along with being gifted with more pink, ruffles and fluff than we could possibly use for an entire cheerleading squad of girls). My standard answer was (and is) something along the lines of, “well, I think we’re going to wait and see how well we survive the 3^rd child before we even start thinking about having a 4^th!”. Just once though I wish I’d come out with, “oh yes, we’ll keep popping them out until we get that boy!” just to see the reaction. I’m sure it probably would’ve raised a few eyebrows. At the time I was too chicken to actually try it though.

My husband was convinced that our third child was going to be a boy. The pregnancy was different in so many ways from my previous two. And a lot of it was probably wishful thinking as well. I think he was in complete shock at the ultrasound – his dreams of a blue, “Detroit Lions” themed nursery down the drain. Never mind that it’s a horrendous shade of blue or that the Lions are hardly a team to be proud of (although I must admit they’re doing somewhat decently so far this year!), he was ready to rush right out and start stocking up on tiny football-themed apparel and décor. I mentioned that there’s nothing wrong with a girl wearing team colors – in fact we do have this:

 but he said that it’s just not the same.

So are we going to ‘try for a boy’ someday? Definitely not. But we may decide to have a 4^th child – I’m still waiting to see if I survive the three we have first. And if (right now it’s a big IF) baby #4 does happen, we’ll both (yes, both!) be thrilled as long as he/she is healthy and happy, no matter the gender. Although at this point I don’t think I’d know what to do with a baby boy if we did ever even have one.

And besides, I’m not sure I like the sound of “Mom of 3 Girls… and a Boy”. Just doesn’t have the same ring to it…  :)

If you'd like, come visit me over at my usual home!