things (an infinitely less important jip off of my dad's resurfacing thoughts)

i am about one cereal bowl full of every stale leftover that is not enough to make up a real bowl of cereal, but will do just the trick for a mom away from being a mom myself. oh and a conception, pregnancy, labor, and birth away as well. don't have a baby of my own either, but man does it feel like it when i go to pull something out of my bag and a pacifier comes up.

my oldest brother, brad, is my biggest and only fan. he wants to be my agent and offered to put up half the tuition money for me to start taking sketch writing classes at the famous upright citizens brigade. i'm obviously incredibly excited.

add that to the list of things that 2012 will be full of. come january, i will also be diving deeper into my research and organization for the writing program i'm dreaming up to encourage girls in my neighborhood to be confident in who they are and what their passionate about. also as a means to bring the frighteningly high numbers of sex trafficking in my own city to an all time LOW.

i always thought that "aunts who squeeze cheeks" was such a crock.... until i had a niece. now, i seriously can't get enough of her chubby chunkers. when i'm with her, all i want to do is kiss and munch on them. and when i'm not with her, all i want to do is kiss and munch on them. i'm so jealous of my mom who is in seattle for the next WEEK loving on our ava.

my dad is a BOSS. he just got this huge promotion and did not say one word about it. my mom had to forward an email written by the CEO of the organization. it had the nicest things to say about my parents. it made me feel super proud.

so since what i want to do with my life with probably never earn me any money, i'm thinking that being a postpartum doula would be suuuups fun.

two weeks from tomorrow my parents will be arriving for a thanksgiving extravaganza. i'm so excited. i love it when my parents come to visit. they are the cat's pajamas.

which leads me to my last and perhaps most important point (lies): seventeen days until i'm singing christmas music non-stop and stringing popcorn for my tree. who's with me? new york city during christmas time is so.magical. i can't wait for the snow that will allow me to do cannon balls off park benches into the deep white like last year.