Belly Art!

This is so cute!

who is bacher?

A few posts ago I was angst-ing about my married name...but having (1) had a primary relative put my maiden name on a gift certificate and (2) having been greatly irritated by it has made me feel a bit more connected to my name. So that's good, right? :-) It has been over a year, after all.

I love you!

Katie Scovell

An old friend of mine from high school.

Katie Scovell. Hailing from a family of musicians, she is of the most talented people I've ever met and I'm so glad to see she's making music and sharing it with the world. Check her out!Right now!

Who are you?

Time for another poll, guys. What makes up your identity? How do you define yourself? Are there parts of your life that your reject as present in your identity? Parts you consider essential that only exhibit minimal influence? Parts that don't exist but you wish did?

or:

5 words to describe yourself. go!

Just an okay day

Today was an okay day. Woke up, drank weak coffee made with my broken french press (i.e. pouring loose coffee through the wrong end of a french press filter directly into my mug). Watered my sister in law's plant that did not take a trip across the state well. Logged onto facebook for the first time in months. Let my husband feel me up before work. Contemplated calling in sick to enjoy said feeling-up. Went to work instead. Got a bunch of shit done. (Despite feeling lousy. I'm looking at you, shiraz.) Got a cookie jar from my secret santa that is adorable. Skimped on the $3.00 donation for the taco bar (only gave $2.00. fuck, I donated extra last time. And yes, I'm copping attitude at a charity potluck). Appreciated my new boss for a few minutes when she made me laugh. Wrote yet another letter I know will be ignored to some fuck who bounced a check. Ate a christmas cookie. Stole some tortillas from work (not really stealing, but everyone acts like potluck leftovers are beneath them, so I take things home in stealth). Was grateful that not snowing today = not shoveling today. Acknowledged that my carnival squash is rotting, but neglected to throw it out. Wondered how long it will sit on the table before it starts to smell. Wrote some kind of stream-of-consciousness prose in my blog but was careful to tend to grammar and punctuation, as is my compulsion. Except for the sentence fragments. I happen to be fond of them. And as Lindsay likes to say: Bacher out.

Who the fuck is Bacher? Seriously. That's not my name. It's just what I go by now because I'm married.

Yearning.

I'm having one of my yearnings. I miss the Twin Cities. Every so often I get like this. I half-heartedly try to convince Erich to move out there and try to think about what it'd be like if I went back to school or even just got a job there doing something similar to what I am now. Only it'd be there instead of here.

It's funny. I have this job that I'm fairly good at. At least I hit the ground running in this new position. I'll probably become better at it in the next year. I take pride in it, but I have somehow managed to mentally compartmentalize it into simply something I'm doing right now. I mentally commit each day, but somehow, it still feels like I'm just filling in until I figure out what I'm really going to do. Even though I could also see myself working for this company for many many years. I suppose I probably will. We have a mutually respectful relationship, I'm treated well, valued, and I work hard to do a good job. Most people only dream of a job like that.

But there's still always that something.

On the other hand, I couldn't ask for a better situation for when I want to have kids. I know that I can go back full or part-time without a problem. I know that my superiors genuinely care about me, not just what I can do for them. And there aren't any stairs (stairs fuck with my knees). I know, I'm an old lady.

I think it's time for a visit.

My favorite kind of sunday

Today was one of my favorite kind of sundays, mostly. After waking up around 8:30 we threw on some clothes (sans shower) and ran to target to get some christmas shopping done. We did pretty well, despite my grumpiness at shopping without an adequate supply of coffee. After making a pretty good haul we got some groceries and then headed home. The rest of the afternoon was spent wrapping presents, baking cookies (ginger snaps! yum!), and drinking wine. I couldn't convince Erich to go to yoga and I couldn't convince myself to leave such a cozy living room, so here we stayed. My favorite presents this year were a dinosaur for baby Ethan and two little dino finger puppets I couldn't resist for our tree. And the charmed finger puppets:
I would like to admit right here and now that Erich was trying to pick out some very dignified, classy white christmas bulbs to decorate our little tree when I discovered the baby dinosaurs. I take full responsibility for their places on our tree.

However, Erich shares responsibiility for these: