Monday, April 20, 2009

Bowels, blogging, beleaguered

I'm back after a two year hiatus (from this blog). Honestly, I was actually surprised to find it still here. My profile photo was mysteriously missing, though. Or maybe I never had one, I don't know. For those of you who are interested, which is nobody, I'm sitting here at work over my lunch hour. I'm waiting for my Lean Cuisine ravioli to heat up in the microwave. I hate that I eat that shit, but they're so convenient. I long ago got sick of going out to eat every day for lunch. It wasn't even the money, but just the monotony of menu choices around here. I could bring my own lunch in, but that would require forethought and planning, and actually going to the grocery store on Sunday. And it's no fun to try to prepare my lunch at 7:46 am with a toddler tugging at my pants. So, I'm very sorry, body, but I'm going to ingest a $2.69 little carton of pure preservatives. I'd skip it altogether, but when I'm hungry, I get cranky.

On a lighter note, I have a daughter now. Apparently, Joe and I have very compatible genes, gauging from how intelligent, curious, and beautiful she is. She's particularly special to me because she is the only person I know who is genetically related to me. I love looking into her little face, and seeing a bit of myself. Other people take it for granted when someone says, "Oh, you look like Aunt Myrtle," or cousin Fred acts like cousin Mike, etc. That doesn't happen with me. I don't really care to know her, but I've always wondered what my mother looks like. I could probably scrounge her up someday, but I guess I really don't relish learning all the gory details. She's probably this obese, Republican loudmouth running over poor people with her Medi-Caid scooter. Or my genetic father was her rapist. Yeah, best to let these demons remain buried. Without knowing for sure, I can always continue to fantasize that she's an activist lawyer or doctor working for people's rights in the Congo. So, Gianna, I'm very glad you're here.