weapons of massdistraction

Nothing makes me feel like an orphan quite like the holidays. This Thanksgiving the only relative I saw was the one I brought into this world. I used to rely heavily on J and his family, to ensure my beautiful little man would be surrounded by people who loved him. All year round and not just on holidays. And it worked…for a time. Sadly that’s been on the wane since J and I split up last year, and even more tenuous lately (the connection with his family, not with J). But this year I’ve found myself connecting and reconnecting with some amazing friends, who are just another kind of family. I’ve always loved my people, enthusiastically and wholeheartedly. As long as they don’t fuck me over. Yes, you too can have my unconditional love…if you don’t engage in cruel shenanigans and mind games. Ok, that isn’t entirely unconditional - but it’s not unreasonable. As I’ve gotten older my tolerance for b.s. has decreased dramatically. I now choose to live in a little oasis of posi attitude and good vibes. I want to be with other people who are awesome at life, or aspiring to be. And that’s what this Thanksgiving was all about, complete with a rousing game of Apples to Apples (my new favorite thing).

Bonus: I want to buy you flowers.
Plus: I’m such a sucker for Kevin Cornell and his Mojo. Yep, I ordered Curriculum Vitae, a Mojo Collection.
And: Back to Bones. I’m almost all caught up. And then I’ll be left hanging, just like everyone else, when we start feeling the effects of the writer’s strike. Doh.