I’m stuck at my computer, and I can’t get up!

I have actually been living a life, although it’s probably hard to tell from the silence here on the blog. Wow, I think that might be first time I’ve ever publicly called DarnLucky.com a blog. But there it is. It’s a blog. It used to be an online journal, but there is far too much to do and very little time to write out o n l i n e j o u r n a l when you can just say blog.

Everything eventually becomes abbreviated in these modern times. In fact, today, one of my co-workers sent me the message “ty” after I told them I’d check in with a client about a certain project. “ty” is apparently the extremely brief abbreviation for the more proper, “thank you”. It felt a little chilly. ty. ouch.

I worry about how humans are going to survive as the future progresses into more time working, more time in front of a computer, less time walking and stretching out in the grass. I worry that our language will become a series of glib emoticon faces and ty. I worry that one day I’ll think it’s okay to write MC! on my Christmas cards. Or maybe I’ll make it hip, and write MX v.2k5.

I have been working on some really creative and productive projects over the past month. And I am DYING TO TELL SOMEBODY about them, but I can’t. Because it’s a project for MX v.2k5, and it will totally ruin it if I talk about it. But I really want to tell somebody. I want to show off what I’ve been working on. I want somebody to see why I haven’t had time to update the blog. So, if you have been missing me, and aren’t a member of my immediate family, and want to see what I’ve been doing, just send me an e-mail to beth at symbol darnlucky (dot) com.

Please. If I don’t tell somebody, I’m going to explode. I’m a blogger after all. My life revolves around public expos of my most mundane life events. I live to document. You can imagine my pain.

Help me live through the holidays.

ty.

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I’ve been very creative over the past few weeks. So creative, in fact, that I have spent very little time journaling, and most of my time being creative. Which sucks for you, as readers, but it wonderful for me as an artist.

I keep meaning to sit down and write about Bella’s 5th birthday party, which we went to the first weekend in August. I wanted to write about how proud I am to have such a smart, beautiful, sweet niece, and how moving back to Anderson has been a life changing experience for me because I get to be a full time Aunt.

Being an Aunt is much more fun than being a mother. An Aunt is adored, and can buy ridiculously extravagant gifts without feeling guilty about spoiling the child. An Aunt gets greeted with a happy dance and song when she walks into the room, and gets hand drawn pictures to put on her fridge at least twice monthly. And Aunts very rarely have to wipe butts or noses. Being an Aunt rocks.

Especially when you’re Bella’s Aunt Beth.

The day of her 5th birthday party Uncle Basil and I had a garage sale. And Uncle Basil found this picture in a book that he was about to sell in the garage sale for a quarter.

Later that day, we took Beckett and went to Kid City and watched a very grown up , just about to turn 5 years old, Bella jump and run, and play with her friends from school. She is starting KINDERGARTEN tomorrow, and it’s just amazing how much she’s grown and changed. She’s growing into a wonderful girl who still doesn’t like peanut butter, but loves Ranch dressing. She is an artist, and loves to draw and paint and sculpt. She is self confident and can talk with you about anything you like. She’s never been one to throw temper tantrums, and laughs at herself when she makes a mistake. She is a wonderful person now, and I can’t wait to see where she goes and what she will become.

I’ll be up bright and early tomorrow morning to take pictures of her in her school uniform on her first day of kindergarten. Our beautiful Bella is a big girl now.

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When the hearse pulled up to the house in Brookhaven, I should have known the weekend might get a little weird. Evita, Carter, Sara, and Rosie piled out of the hearse with grocery bags full of ingredients to make disgusting but delicious treats for Rosie’s birthday party the next day. With the hearse sitting outside in the driveway, I was really hoping neighbors would show up with a covered dish, a casserole, or a cake or two. We had to order a pizza instead.

This is Evita. She was the mastermind mad scientist during our grossology catering experiment. Isn’t she lovely?

A couple of bottles of wine later, we popped a can of Cheeze Whiz, stuck in the microwave, doctored it up a bit, and before we knew it…VOILA! Boogers on a stick!

We took Beckett and Devon to the party at Grossology, and they loved the snotting, burping, farting exhibits. They ran amok through the science center, Devon pointing and screaming, “Beet! Beet!” or “Mommy! Mommy!” and Beckett pointing and screaming, “BaeBall! BaeBall!”

Toddler are very DaDa, n’est pas?

This is Beckett crawling out of a giant rectum. Basil said that he got pretty embarrassed at this exhibit because I was trying to convince Devon and Beckett that it was okay to crawl through the tunnel by saying over and over, “Go through the poop shoot! Don’t be afraid! Nothing can hurt you in the POOP SHOOT!!!”

This is Basil driving a minivan! Oh how quickly life changes.

This is Devon and Beckett in the minivan, watching Baby MacDonald on the onboard entertainment system. God bless that minivan.

We took the minivan straight to Little 5 Points after the party, and went to lunch at the Yacht Club for a taste of beef brisket and bikers. The kids both squealed with delight when one of the bikers let them touch the Harley and he revved it up extra loud when he pulled away. They both jumped out of their skins, and then belly laughed as he drove away.

This is a picture of them discussing the peace mosiac in the parking lot.

Since we were babysitting, we invited Carl and Becky & Joel and Kellie over to hang out Saturday night. We stayed up too late, but it was really nice sitting under Basil’s giant painting talking and staring at baby Shepard.

I took this picture of Kellie because I know that one day she’ll want to have photographic evidence of her fabulous post partum tatas.

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