The Peanut Chronicles

The Nut made his university debut yesterday at the “it’s never that obvious” conference on Domestic Violence. I didn’t really expect any of the folks that I know to be there. We are all graduating and no one really needs an extra unit. I was wrong. I walk in and the first person I see is the Hippie Prof at the check in table. She loved Nut and said, “If you want someone to hold him today let me know.” I walked into the conference room and it was packed. I saw a few classmates but there were no seats near them. Besides, I wanted to stay in the back in case Nut acted up. I made my way to the back of the room and was followed; it turns out, by everyone in my class. They were all so excited to FINALLY see the Nut. I got a lot of, “he’s beautiful” and “just perfect.” Then people began to say how good I looked. It was odd though, because I can’t just take a compliment. I am always waiting for the backhanded swipe that comes after the compliment. It’s force of nature due to all the shit the bro gave me for about 20 years.

It was also an interesting day because my worlds collided. I was talking with the Pig and I heard some one behind me say, “K? Is that you?” I ignored it. There are a lot of K’s. It’s a common name. However, I couldn’t ignore the “KC?” Pig looked at the girl calling my old name behind me and said, “uhh… I think someone is talking to you?”

“Ummm… no. Not me.” (Usually when this happens I have a few options. I ignore them, because it’s a mistaken identity. I fake a brogue and do the mistaken identity. Or eventually I give in. I opted for the first.)

Unfortunately, the girl would not let it go and walked right up to me and exclaimed “KC! IT IS YOU!! Oh my god, how long has it been?”

Standing in front of me was a girl who looked a little familiar, like from a dream. Curly long reddish blond hair, five feet tall, really REALLY thin, and dark brown green eyes. I had no idea who she was. Like I said, it was like a dream I knew I KNEW her but I couldn’t place a name, place or even a time. If she was calling me K it was before I was 21 that I knew her.

Turns out that it was Monique, a girl I used to do a show with and work with. She has gotten older (I think that she is about 34 or 35 now). She is still a beauty queen (literally). What I wanted to know was what the hell was Monique doing at a conference like this one? Last time I saw her it was under very usually circumstances, which I am not going to say here because there is a good shot my brother is reading this. :P Turns out that she stopped her job, went back to school and is now finishing her master in psychology! Holy crap! Even better is that she quit her coke habit and is in a healthier relationship too. I am impressed that she quit, it’s a hard thing to do, especially the amount of coke she did (you wonder how she was so skinny).

Then she starts on me: “wow… you look great.”

This I KNOW is a lie. A polite term to make small talk. I don’t look anywhere near what I looked like a decade ago.

“Well, I just had a baby.” I point to the Nut.

“Oh my god… he is so cute!! Do you know who the father is?”

Sigh…only Monique would be dumb enough to ask a question like that.

“Uhh… my husband.” I flash my left hand at her. Her jaw drops. Starting a tangent she goes off a mile a minute on how she never thought that I would get married or settle down or anything. I just smiled and cooed at the nut. Monique is still Monique I have discovered, even a decade later.

The conference started and was actually a great diversion from the classmates and old folks I knew who wanted to play with Nut. He really was a hit I guess. We only stayed for half of the conference and then went and picked up the check…

Yes… the check… the stipend check… the one and only 9250 dollar check! Wohoo!!! Wohoo!!! And I get another one in two weeks or so! Yea!! The bear was thrilled the check finally came as well. Now we can pay some bills and rent and what not.

Speaking of Bear… what a paranoid person he has become the last few weeks. And I know whom I have to thank for that. Every time I am tired, or cranky, or moody, he says, “This isn’t post partum depression is it??” Every time he says that he makes me bundle what ever I am feeling into a bottle and act happy because god forbid I feel tired… or sore… or moody… or frustrated. No no! That is simply not allowed. I have to be happy for him 24/7 and a fucking trophy wife. Case in point… Last night all I wanted to do was go out with friends and see a movie. Something WITHOUT the Nut because I am getting very isolated here and he doesn’t see it because he had the option of leaving the house. Where do I go if I leave? Anywhere… as long as the Nut is with me. We walk the neighborhood. We run around town. However, I need grown up time. So Moe comes up here and we wind up going out to dinner with Bear and his student/wife/newborn. And guess what they did? Talked airplanes leaving me to talk about what? Babies? With someone I don’t really know that well? I am trapped in a trophy wife thing. It sucks. I need adult time.

Don't get me wrong, dinner was ok. The glass of wine helped with that. I just wish I didn’t have to have the Nut with me as well.

Rant over, must work on thesis before Mariposa and Claudia get here. Mari drove all the way down from Eureka just to hang with Nut so I can sleep! Niiice.

1 Comments:

Pollyanna said...: Hi, I just found your Blog because I seen your comment on Subaran Turmoil's blog. ANYWAY, very good posts. I like your stuff! My kids are older now, 5 & 8, but I sooo remember the little baby days. They are a joy, but very very hard. So exhausting.
You should check out a blog called Little I. I know the writer, her name is Anna, and she is a new Mom as well. Her baby, Ian, is 4 months old now and I think you would really enjoy her blog. Let me see if I can give you a link.....http://www.littlei.blogspot.com/

Anyway, I will check back w/your blog again, I hope you have a good day!; 6:15 PM

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