Phoning it in.
1. Yes, this photo is fuzzy, but Bean took it, so I love it. Deal.
2. I added all the books I consumed in January to Goodreads and discovered that I read fourteen thousand pages. Fourteen thousand pages in a month, you guys.
3. I don’t get out much. See above.
4. That’s my mom in the background. She’s going to be 67 tomorrow. I am doing quelque chose epic with quinoa.
5. This list is not up to my usual standards, but in my defense there is Minecraft happening right now, and I’m easily distracted. Apparently.
Bean and I saw Frozen a few weeks ago. About ten minutes before the end, it turned out that one of the main characters had been lying the entire movie. Bean was so offended by this plot twist that he insisted we leave the theater. I was happy to oblige, and happier still when he wanted to do this because yes, there were photobooths long before there was Photo Booth.
Bean took this photo of me yesterday while I was working. Right after he snapped it he told me: “You were trying to look cute, Mommy.” I didn’t ask him what the fuck that’s supposed to mean. Because manners.
Bean asked today if he could be my photographer. “You are hired,” I said. “Lifetime appointment.”
On my way out.
As soon as I get rid of the lipstick.
Bean took this. He says he’s a photographer. Grandma says I look like a newscaster. That’s my most serious face, I said. And red lights. There are red lights hanging over the table. Plants everywhere. Cactus in the foreground. Yucca just off camera in the corner. Others in the window are too dark to see.
Grandma also says I look like Tina Fey. I’ve heard this before. When I was younger people said I resembled Winona Ryder. I suppose this is a lateral move. Either way, what I look like is Maria. Next time I’ll smile.
I always look the same. Of course I could be wrong. I am a terrible judge of such things. I feel like I’ve looked more or less like I do now since I was 15, but I imagine my mother would disagree.
My baby brother turns 34 today.
I love this photo of us. First, because my father. Just look at him! And also because of the way I’m touching the baby’s head. Gently, tentatively, like I can’t quite believe he’s real. He’s less than a week old here, so I was still completely in awe of this little tiny human who had joined our family.
He’s grown up into quite the man. He’s an amazing uncle to Bean. I don’t know what we’d do without him. He speaks fluent Spanish and Chinese and he just started this great new job. I guess I’m still in awe of him.
Happy Birthday, Bob. Your sister adores you.