February 22 10

Yesterday afternoon, due to a surprising almost-70 degree day, a received a very special, sunny gift. The park. I know I have mentioned before that the park isn’t entirely my favorite, but seeing as how we have been stuck in this coldest winter to ever done hit Atlanta, and I have been stuck in the house and without a way to entertain the younglings, I am so thankful to have some sunshine and a place for the kids to burn off some energy. Boy have I needed this. A place where I could sit in the sun and watch my kids run wild and make friends and play Batman and Robin and climb to the top of jungle gyms shouting “take my picture!!” and coming to me for snack and drink breaks. It was lovely. Even when they insisted on removing their socks and shoes and diving into a giant sand pit, “which, you know, Ali, is obviously filled with cat pee,” as my brother pointed out.

I needed that.

Indiana is recovering nicely. His incision looks good and he’s got lots of energy. But I am tired, emotionally and physically. He’s getting up early to go out. He is in need of being kept away from Gracie the golden and Montana the half-breed (Oh, Cher...) the entire day. He is eating four meals a day of dog food that omg comes out of a can and is taking three pills a day plus some liquid in a syringe. FUN. I have gone the hiding-it-in-the-peanut-butter route and it seems to be working better than trying to shove all those meds down his poor gullet. Dude can swallow a whole thong, but can’t handle a teeny leetle pill. Wuss.

On Saturday night, my sister and I had a date night. Twist and Shutter Island. I know the movie got some mixed box office reviews, but, you guys, I really liked it. What I didn’t like was the dreaded x.

Was that really necessary…I mean, really? But, I am still talking about the movie today, days later. And I ordered the book on amazon, and once I discovered that the other is the same one who wrote Mystic River, I pretty much fell in love with Dennis Lehane right there on the spot. So, yes, date night.

I needed that.

I am currently hiding up in the bedroom because my poor niece is having a barfy morning. and yet, I *knew* this was coming. I could have told you yesterday morning as my brother was telling me about their day with their friends…their friends whose daughters had a stomach virus earlier in the week; their friends whose house they needed to leave early because she was goddamned barfing. I KNEW. I just did. I didn’t react quickly enough when Isabella drank from her cousin’s milkshake yesterday. I should have. But, now, expect some vomity tweets from me this week.

On Thursday we went down to my brother in law’s office. We got to sit and eat cheetos on bubble wrapped furniture and go outside and take some shots. and run around a building with crazy gymnasium-like acoustics.

I needed that.

Because in addition to what you are reading here, there are other things. I know that when you put your life on the internet, a person who writes a #creepythesis about you and paints this portrait of who she thinks you are – rich! spoiled! eating-disordered! attention-seeking! – what she doesn’t realize is that what I, and most bloggers, put online is the stuff I want you to read. The stuff I am okay spilling in an obviously public place. There are things I don’t write about here, won’t write about here, and can’t write about here. So, while yes, my week sucked because my husband is away and my daughter is halfway across the world in Israel where I can’t touch her and talk to her and hug her and love all over her, and my dog almost died, and my vomit-phobia comes into play, there’s also some more major suckage. Stuff that comes from my family and makes some stupid person writing a thesis about me seem very insignificant. Yes, this is suckage that hits me deep to my core and has broken me and embarrassed me like nothing else in my life has ever done and I’m not the type to be all passive-agressive (oh! there’s news! I just can’t share it!) I guess I just don’t want you to walk away being all…wow, that Ali sure complains a lot…that doesn’t sound so bad, I just want to assure you, it’s bad and if you were with me, you’d want to buy me a cookie. Or something.


So, I take pleasure in the little things. The happy things. The sunny days at the park. The movies with my sister. The Mac that is now my very own. The fact that I will see my first-born before I go to sleep tonight. The friends I am so thankful to have in my life, even if they live way too far away. The fact that we sold our house yesterday without having to put it on the market (selling privately FTW!). The Olympics. The photos I have taken that I’m pretty proud of. The DVR full of this week’s tv to watch. The work assignments.

  1. Hope you get to skip the puking; glad you’re finding joy in the little things. And the other thing, if it’s the thing you referenced the other day, then I’m really sorry and that is major suckage but totally not true and a matter of screwed up perception. xoxo

    Comment by pgoodness on February 22, 2010
  2. Oh, sweetie. I hope that whatever it is is better soon.

    And as for the Judgy McJudgersons…they’re just jealous that they don’t have the community and support that us bloggers do.

    Love you.
    .-= Angella´s last blog ..Go Big Or Go Home =-.

    Comment by Angella on February 22, 2010
  3. I read some of #creepythesis… It’s obvious she read only a handful of posts and drew large conclusions from small bits of writing.

    And I sincerely hope things turn around for you. I’ve got some really bizarre and crappy stuff happening in my life right now, too, and while I’d love to share, it’s not appropriate online. As opposed to talking about my bowel movements, LOL. Oh well… blogging is entertainment, not an autobiography. I think #creepythesis girl missed that point.
    .-= loren´s last blog ..Arts n’ crack =-.

    Comment by loren on February 22, 2010
  4. I’m so sorry about the suckage. I’m tremendously relieved to see Indy is on the mend. I hope that stinky pup stays away from the deadly thongs from here on out.

    Comment by Kimberly on February 22, 2010
  5. It’s true, how does Indy eat thongs then chokes on pills. Little dude is screwin’ with you.

    I wish/hope/demand the suckage leaves you soon. xo

    Comment by katie | motherbumper on February 22, 2010
  6. Great photos Ali. Hug your girl tight when you see her!

    Comment by OHmommy on February 22, 2010
  7. Like stray cats pee in sand? Because um, I don’t take my cats to the park.

    Yes, focus on the good! You need it! You’re awesome and I love you and I need to come visit soon!

    Also, that photo of Josh jumping is awesome!

    Comment by Kristabella on February 22, 2010
  8. yAy Indy!

    And I hope the suckiness goes away and leaves happiness in it’s place.

    And I love your photos.
    .-= Katie´s last blog ..Ice Cream diet… sure! =-.

    Comment by Katie on February 22, 2010
  9. I have been loving your photos you’ve taken lately! Very nice.
    So cool about the Mac! Thats awseome.
    Sorry to hear of the suckage-stuff coming your way, I hope you can get through it soon.

    Ignore the haters – they’re just jealous and looking for attention. Fuck ’em.

    Comment by monstergirlee on February 22, 2010
  10. The reason that I dont post my name on my blog is because I
    .-= Maya´s last blog ..What I Love About Blogging =-.

    Comment by Maya on February 22, 2010
  11. The reason that I dont post my name on my blog is because I want to vent, I want to complain. I want to be able to let it all out.
    There will ALWAYS be people who judge.ALWAYS. Those people suck.
    oh and yes, next year I will be in Israel and I will keep an eye out for your little one, I promise!
    .-= Maya´s last blog ..What I Love About Blogging =-.

    Comment by Maya on February 22, 2010
  12. I love you. Lots.

    I’m really sorry that this person made those wide sweeping generalizations about you, but I know you and love you and you’re an amazing person that so many people adore.


    Comment by sam {temptingmama} on February 22, 2010
  13. Personally I am more worried about dog pee at the park. Little sandboxes in people’s backyards however are just big litter boxes (even if they don’t have a cat…)

    Hope things get better for you, and yay for your girl finally coming home!

    Comment by Maile on February 22, 2010
  14. Ali! Dude! I never link to myself in comments but you should read what I wrote last week —

    I’d love to hear your thoughts since the THESIS THING- I had no idea! I just wrote about basically this very thing.
    .-= amy2boys´s last blog ..Weekly Winners February 14 – 20 =-.

    Comment by amy2boys on February 22, 2010
  15. I know I rarely comment anymore (I read), but when I saw all the stuff about the thesis… it pissed me off.
    You make me laugh and you make me think.
    I’ve always assumed that what people share online is only part of the story. And, if you can write an entire thesis and not understand that, and if you feel that you are educated enough to judge … well then you suck.
    And, I don’t care how much you put online, it doesn’t give people the right to decide your standing in society, wealth, etc.

    Also, whatever you’re going through – I’m thinking about you.

    Comment by Laural on February 22, 2010
  16. Sorry to read about the bad and glad you are trying to focus on the good. I pass you a virtual cookie with extra chocolate chips.

    Comment by Tina on February 22, 2010
  17. Which park? We walked to Grant Park on Saturday…everyone loved it (but a 3 and 1 year-old are easier to please).

    Congrats on selling…no luck here. About ready to find a rental and just move to the ‘hood we want to be in anyway, so we’re not moving a family of 6 this summer. Better to move just 5, right?

    Comment by muskrat on February 22, 2010
  18. Thinking of you…. Hope you’re okay. HUGS.

    Comment by Haley-O (Cheaty) on February 22, 2010
  19. OH, and the pictures of Josh are amazing…!

    Comment by Haley-O (Cheaty) on February 22, 2010
  20. Listen, I know I have never met you, and this may come off a wee but stalker-ish, but damn, I love me some Ali Martell! Reading your blog is like a conversation. It sounds like what goes on in my head all the time. Whatever is sucking in your life, I wish it away and soon. I wish mine away, too, but if you find your’s disappears first, I’m cool with that.

    p.s. – Your pictures? So awesome!

    Comment by foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog) on February 22, 2010
  21. Ali- read you often, but don’t comment (google reader=laziness) but my eyes are always on the page. Love love you and think you handled this with dignity and class. Makes me love you even more. Who KNEW that was possible? Anyway, I told you on Twitter or fb that I thought you came off better than fine in creepythesis, but truth is, I only briefly skimmed the doc before thinking “would I really want someone to read something published about me without me knowledge?” No. That’s when I stopped reading. I your week improves considerably. Loves

    Comment by steenky bee on February 22, 2010
  22. Wow you certainly have a lot going on this week, hang in there. And as far as sharing goes, so get you there (think me pointing to my eyes with my two fingers and right at yours…..that didn’t make any sense, did it?) but I Get That is all I’m saying! Hang in…

    Sadie at heyMamas

    Comment by Sadie at heyMamas on February 23, 2010
  23. You give laughter to your readers & that’s what it’s all about! I love your blog! So you sold your house in TO? You’re not coming back? I hope everything else works itself out for you.

    Comment by Maria on February 23, 2010
  24. That top picture of Josh kills me. You are getting so awesome with your camera!!

    SCREW that other thing. Right in their nose. SERIOUSLY. Gah.

    Comment by heather... on February 23, 2010
  25. The “excape” bothered me too. And if you like Dennis LeHane, read his other, non-movie books. They’re outstanding!

    Comment by Avitable on February 25, 2010

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