Stoopidhead

This was one of those weeks, where happiness coincides with shit.

The good news is I turned 31 without a hiccup. It was uneventful, just like I like. I'm typing with freshly manicured nails and I took the day off of work. Two things I only do because of my birthday (I take days off, but it's almost always because I'm going on vacation).

The bad news is my Mom got laid off. Right about now, Jessie is probably emailing me. She is okay, in the sense that she cries a lot but that's kinda normal too. With only a few years left until retirement and a mortgage to pay and the economy the way it is, especially for people her age, it's hard to stay positive. But she has to. SHE HAS TO!!

So enough about the bad, because a) it's not my place to talk about this situation (I've probably said too much as it is) and b) it's always nice to end on a happier note.

And happy it shall be. To make up for not hanging out with friends on Friday (I was just thinking way too much about my Mom to be coherent enough to play Scrabble), Dominic and I went to the MUSEUM OF FLIGHT. We didn't have the experience our friend Aubrey had, where she spent 5 hours there being forced to read every single quote by every Tom, Dick and Harry who had flown a plane. Instead, we went at a nice pace and even got to see the inside of Air Force One and the Concord. We're huge dorks, mainly because we really enjoyed all of this. But the best part was I didn't wander off and actually walked with Dominic almost the entire time (I did lose him when I accidentally let go of his hand for more than 10 seconds). Why is this such a big deal, you might ask yourself? Well, I'm very used to doing things on my own, especially museums. I hate going with other people. I walk too fast. I don't care about reading every little thing, or anything for that matter. I just like walking around a museum, preferably with my ipod. But this time was different. I actually wanted some commentary. I wanted to stand near my boyfriend and giggle and learn and be with him. Who knew I could actually hang out with someone at a museum?! Anyway, it was a great experience for me and I hope for him too.

Afterwards, we watched yet another episode of Thirtysomething. That's right, Thirtysomething - the show from the 80s about a bunch of friends in their 30s and all the drama that comes along with being a real adult-like person with responsibilities and stuff - like me. Well, I borrowed the DVD set from a friend and now I'm totally addicted to it. It's not even all that great, but it's entertaining. In last night's episode it was all about one of the character's kids. This was probably the worst episode we've seen of the bunch. This little boy was the main focus and he was bonding with his now-single-mom over some story his dad used to tell. In the story, he is walking through the forest with his sister, who is a princess. When someone asks what the girl's name is, he replies, "Stoopidhead." Oh god, Dominic and I couldn't stop laughing about that.

So fast forward to today. I went to a plant swap with some knitters, and one of the plants that was given to me demanded to have a name. When I brought all my new plants home and positioned them around the house, I told Dominic we were to name that one. We immediately agreed on "Stoopidhead" and then watched another episode of Thirtysomething to celebrate.

The end.