Moves in Curves

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FunkyBlueLovin’ imagines me and you, and you and me… no, wait, she’s just manifesting her perfect life.

Got Tribal? Nefertitties does, and now has a piece of paper to prove it. She also just turned 31, and desperately needs a party… with spankings!

Speaking of birthday parties, Scarlet Mae goes from peaceful beach retreat to preschool party central, in a matter of hours… with pepsi.

Signs, signs, everywhere are signs. Melia, are you listening?

HippyMom sucks, blows and gets dirty, with the help of a PervyBird.

MamaBirdie knows she’s never really alone.

Stumbling on a cure for her ills, Yums gets all tingly.

Yeah I said Maine before, but technically we’re staying in NH. Hubby is working in Maine, we’re on the state line. So anyway, here’s a recap:

Virginia: The Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel is ridiculously huge. The boys were very impressed by it. The Eastern Shore, not so much. Boring drive.

Maryland: That stretch of MD is also not an interesting drive.

Delaware: Rest stops suck. Only exit in one direction? Fail. We had to drive 5 miles in the wrong direction and pay a toll to turn around. Not cool, Delaware.

New Jersey: I may be biased in favor of Jersey because my mother was born and raised there, but the Turnpike was a lovely drive. People were not unreasonably assy and we made good time – but then…

New York: Could it suck any worse to drive over the George Washington Bridge? Even at 10pm, it took an hour to get over a 3 mile bridge. People driving like assholes, roads in horrific repair despite the hefty toll. I had to repress most of the experience, but I did vow to avoid it on the way home. Somehow.

Connecticut: Also sucky and full of assholes.

Massachusetts: Refreshingly unremarkable after CT and NY.

New Hampshire: Seems quite nice. Going out to explore – and shop for a good winter coat for me, I can never find one in Virginia, and boots for the boys, which I can also never find.

We’re headed for the New Hampshire/Maine border tomorrow, to spend the week with The Husband, who is up there right now fixing some submarine or other. The boys are very excited, mostly because Daddy said there’s a pool in his hotel, but they do like to travel (they’ve been trying to talk me into going back to San Diego pretty much every week since last summer), so it’ll be fun. Road trip time!

I’ve been trying to get the house in order before we leave, because I hate coming home to a dirty house after a trip. So I’ve been running around all day, doing errands and trying to get everything ready. Sent a note to the school, notified the bus driver, put a hold on the mail, cleaned the car out, had a business meeting with my lovely dance partner Nadira, did laundry, did more laundry, packed a few things, etc. Need to get the cat ready (clean litter, fresh food and water) and pack some more. And do one more load of laundry.

Ah, travel!

D asked me while driving down the freeway, pointing at an exit we’ve never taken, “Where does that road go?” I said I didn’t know, and C immediately suggested we try it out and see where it goes. “Maybe we can drive there and see where it takes us.” D agreed we should check it out.

It makes me very happy to hear their curiosity about the world. I think they inherited a bit of the fernweh from me.

I don’t get bothered by birthdays. I was pretty excited to turn 30 last year.

My son, Weapon X, didn’t want to wish me a happy birthday this morning, because there are no balloons and no people around. He said, “Maybe we can get in the car and drive somewhere. To a party with people.” I guess it doesn’t count until there’s a party. I tried to explain to him that Mama doesn’t do birthday parties, but he gave me the “you crazy broad” look and ran off to play with Legos.

Project Alpha gave me some hugs, but was more concerned with whether or not he had to go to school today (and the fact that he had to clean their room solo yesterday, while Weapon X was recovering from the head wound he’d received at his brother’s hands – apparently Alpha was still annoyed by that) than bothering to wish Mama a happy birthday.

Tonight we’re going out to dinner, Husband and the twins and me, to celebrate. Husband and I have been married long enough that he knows better than to make random restaurant workers sing to me (I freakin’ hate that). I haven’t decided where to go yet. Any suggestions on a good place?

I feel like I should have some deep insight into being a woman in my 30s or some crap like that, but really, another day older is another day older and I hardly even notice them. So no metaphysical birthday crap from me. Bottle o’Riesling?