I don't even like the way the number "11" SOUNDS

"Eleven"....yuck. It has no crack or bite or sparkle to it. Really. This year is ending well..in fact this is by far the best part of the entire year--at least for me. (IN case you thought I was writing on behalf of the South Korean people or something). My main source of income was thru BUST. The jail play that just keeps on giving. I had a very frustrated long no work period in LA this year that I am LOATHE to repeat. LOATHE. Also this was the year that quite often when I glanced in the mirror I'd think...whoa---time to get spiritual cuz you getting old. Looking casual with my hair uncombed and FREE SPIRITED like now just makes me look like an alcoholic mother with over processed blonde hair. No more shopping at Urban Outfitters--only Anthropology. (as long as I still get the discount with ZAch working at Urbans...and I actually did just buy a cute top from Urban for like 14 cents.)

BUT...the highlight--the goodness of 2011 has got to be the coming to together of FAMILY. ech...I can't believe I write such squeeky clean wholesome sounding things now. SHIT FUCK DAMN. there...I feel better. But it's true--Leo and Jeff and I have been quite a threesome. We are together all the time--enjoying the SHITE out of Leo. Sweet hilarious strong willed Leo. Ever since Christmas he wakes up and runs out asking for 'presents?". And I have to tell him how "no...no more presents because you didn't eat dinner again..so no presents for you because you're a bad boy." Then I hit him. then I get on facebook and make a joke about it. (just trying to bring the edge back) and because we don't have a real christmas tree here in DC Leo runs to the corner of the room where we kept the presents. Maybe that will be our first tradition--the annual Christmas corner.

He loves nutcrackers (he calls them...I kid you not--and now with all my potty mouthedness you'll think I taught him this--but he calls them "nutfuckers'. and he still says a duck says "fuck fuck". we do not encourage this or react strongly. so I dont know why he keeps doing it. Besides the fact I give him a cookie every time.

He has been a complete reason to get up in the morning. By the time we put him to bed we are exhausted--and then 20 minutes later I'm looking at videos of him I took earlier in the day. And as strangers on the playground tell us "he's a very funny little boy". and big. A big blonde hilarious kid. Strutting around DC-hopping on the Metro and eating popcorn at the museums. Fun. So so fun.

Back to what I was saying--and I'm not just saying this because most of the folks who read this blog are family--but feeling so much closer to our families is so...wonderful. I can't believe I didn't do it sooner. I'm still a horrible birthday gift giver--call returner--etc etc. But I love you. I swear.

2012 come on. COME ON!!!!