5 and 5: Joy is Everywhere
Although I wish she’d blog more, but I understand she is having a life raising her adorable son, Rocket/Oliver, I love Sus from Joy is Everywhere. She kicks serious ass. And I love her enough that I am letting her swear on my blog…Here is her 5 and 5…
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Yeah for guest blogging! I love to blog for other people, especially in times of great brain-fart-ed-ness (shut up, it’s a word), which is what I have been experiencing lately. With guest blogging there’s no, “Hmmm what should I write about, today? My increasing piles of laundry? Yeah. Lame. No.” It’s like a magical little morsel of inspiration is kindly handed your way.
Moonspun has asked that I write about the five things I love about Thanksgiving and five things that I hate or are hard for me. Well, I love to make lists so this is perfect. Alright, off to the land of bullet points!
Five Things I Love About Thanksgiving:
- My mom’s pies. Seriously, they are like crack baked in a flaky golden crust. That woman makes the BEST.FUCKING.PUMPKIN PIE ON THE PLANET.
- Spending the day with my family. I love these people more than life itself. If you want a sampling of some of the conversations that occur on a regular basis, just check out the <a href=”http://joyiseverywhere.wordpress.com/category/spransy-quotes/“>Spransy Quote of the Day</a> series on my blog. And let me tell you, being together on Thanksgiving does not disappoint!
- Yams. You know, with the brown sugar and the marshmallows crusted all over the top? That shit’s the shit. And don’t be fuckin’ it up with walnuts or anything like that. (I would like to say that I don’t really swear this much, but then I couldn’t say that I never lie. And I never do that. Never.)
- The way my mom invokes the spirit of Martha Stewart when it comes to the Thanksgiving dinner table. She even gets my dad into it. One year he made these place cards out of a tree branch that he cut into disks and then glued a sprig of pine to each disk. Then he glued a wooden star with each person’s name on it to the pine. It was so charming. Another year my mom made this ridiculously elaborate center piece using a giant pumpkin as the vase. It was awesome!
- Did I mention my mom’s pies?
Five Things I Hate/Having a Hard Time With:
- Lately I have been feeling like I’m not good enough. But good enough for who? Good enough for what? I don’t even know. I feel like I have given up and even when I try it is all a sham. This one definitely fits the criteria because I am having a very hard time with this and I do not like feeling this way.
- I am having a hard time focusing. I can’t seem to finish anything, lately. I guess this goes back to the first topic. I start something and then I think, what is the point.
- I hate that I am sounding like a mopey little bitch, right now. I am usually so good at pulling myself out of these moments of self doubt, but for some reason, lately, I can’t. So any votes of confidence you can send my way would be much appreciated.
- I am having a hard time speaking aloud, lately. You may think this is a totally random this to say, but I spend my days with a baby who is barely learning to talk. So not much is happening in the ways of conversation. I really should meet some other women in my area. If you know of any cool play groups or women I should meet, let me know.
- I need a really good book to read. I am having a hard time choosing something. I know, this is sort of a lame way to end this post, but it’s true. I love reading and I can’t seem to find anything that strikes my interest these days. Would you be so kind as to send a few suggestions my way? Thanks.
Well that concludes my five for five holiday special. You can add fries and upgrade the drink for an additional 25 cents.
I am a 41 year old woman lucky to live in Vermont. I live with my husband, Running Professor, and my 8 year old daughter, lil moonspun. Read more about me in
November 24th, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Sus, read Water for Elephants. Also I love you. And yes, you need to find some great women and have grown-up conversations. I know what it’s like to spend your days with a baby. They’re delightful, but you need people who can talk too.
It sounds like you’re maybe a little depressed. I can relate. Wanna form a club? If you move to California I’ll quit my job and come over ever day and talk to you when I’m not nomming on Rocket’s cheeks.
November 24th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
Oh, how I love you, Sus! Great post, girl. I’m having a hard time with focus and completing tasks, as well, so don’t feel so bad.
And, Moon, I didn’t know you would allow swears here. WTF? Now, I want to re-do my whole guest post.
November 24th, 2009 at 5:27 pm
She just love me more than you, Lola
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Just kidding! Hope you have a great Thanksgiving. I can’t wait to read your post!
November 24th, 2009 at 6:02 pm
Lola….I was totally just thinking the same thing. I hadn’t realised that swearing never happened over here. Shows how good you are my beloved Moonie. I’m going to have to go back and look at my guest post because I’m pretty sure I was swearing up in it. Or i could wait til it posts.
Anyhoooo…..Sus…that was fantastic! As I read through your 5s, I could hear that little voice (who is usually drunk) in the back of my head saying “Yes! Yes! Yes!”. I’m pretty sure it was me agreeing with you, but maybe it was just having an orgasm a la “When Harry Met Sally”. Either way. You rock!
November 25th, 2009 at 11:28 am
I love me some yams! I always make a casserole, but the rest of my family prefers them whole. I think I’m adopted because of this. Who doesn’t like them all mashed up with brown sugar and cinnamon and butter and mmmmmm……..
November 25th, 2009 at 4:20 pm
Oh, I am right there with you on the yams. Great post, Sus!
November 26th, 2009 at 9:22 am
Fo-cus. Fo-cus!
That’s what my Dad would chant at me whenever I’d get distracted. It didn’t work.