why, hello there

How long has it been this time? Three years, I think.

I am married. We'll call him D.

I have a kid. A one-and-a-half-year-old son. We'll call him S.

And I live in fucking Oklahoma.

Say whaaaaaa-? Yeah. In February of 2009, D and I got married. I was knocked up by July, and my crazy pregnancy brain thought it was a FANTASTIC(!) idea to up and leave the city I loved so much in exchange for a cheaper life in Oklahoma (where D grew up). We bought a house, had a baby. I planned on finishing grad school from out here, but that didn't end up working out. So now I'm officially a grad school dropout, with $50,000 in student loans to show for it. Whoop.

My kid is rad. Oh my gosh. I know every parent thinks their own kid is the cutest and best, but FOR REAL, my son is the cutest and the best. He has this toy banana that he carries around everywhere. He says "knee" and "owl" and "meow" and he knows the letters A, E, O, H, and S. He's the loudest pooper in the world and makes people laugh when he tries to push one out in public. He loves Cookie Monster more than Elmo, so he is truly mine. :)

What else? I started my own business. An Etsy shop, but I don't think I'm going to tell you what it is, because I don't want people I know to find this diary. But I make baby stuff, and I'm doing alright so far! I'll have a highly-coveted booth space at a really awesome craft fair this month, and I'm really hoping to rake in enough to at least break even on this whole endeavor.

I'm ashamed, embarrassed, etc. that I didn't finish grad school... But, at the same time, by the time we moved I already knew that I wasn't hot on that career choice anymore anyway. I got the education I wanted. It was a crazy expensive learning experience, but I will never ever *regret* it. No way no how. If I'd never started grad school, I wouldn't have moved to Portland. I wouldn't have met my husband, had my son. I would have been stuck in a dead-end teaching job that I'd have come to hate by the time I was this age (33 now, holy cow).

So, yeah, a TON has changed, right? I honestly forgot all about this dear diary. I have started a new blog, but I have friends and family who follow it, which basically = I never write in the damn thing because I hate having to censor myself.

Here? I believe I'm alone. I don't think anyone will read this... If you are reading this, I doubt I know you. I hope I don't know you. I tell all my secrets here!