Monday, November 28, 2005



Ah yes. Bridget Jones returns. I'd say the scene that really applies would be Bridget at a table of smug married people. The "singlton". Which I've spent a lot of time trying not to feel bitter about. Actually, watching Ms. Creative and her boy fight for the 100th time over my head made me feel better about being single. If that's what it looks like, they are welcome to it.

Thanksgiving was good only when I wasn't monkey in the middle. I like the 2 year old. We had a lot of fun playing with the train tracks, the blocks and the fire house. We understood eachother. The baby was fun too, but seemed to draw a crowd. Babies have that effect. I like the rents, the friends and the general thanksgiving crowd. It felt like a good mix to be apart of and they were very welcoming. I didn't feel very welcomed by the person who actually belonged to these people. The boyfriend of Ms. Artistic. I felt loosely connected to these people, and because of this, I felt out of place. Like I shouldn't have been there. Its nothing he said, really. It was just the fact that I was the third person tagging along with a couple. This is what happens when your friends grow up and you've got more in common with the 2 year old who's eating chapstick. I agree, it did look tastey.

I feel like I'm doomed to be the weird aunt who pops over to play wit the kids. The perpetual third wheel with the cat. I'm learning to make peace with it, but there's nothing like a holiday with family that isn't yours to remind you just were in life you are.....