I was in diapers

It was some thirty years ago that OGILF was just a young GILF. Behold the hotness:


He's still that hot today, minus the flowing locks and plus a lot of gray. He tells me he was kind of an asshole back then anyway. (But wait, isn't he still kind of . . . oh, never mind.)

How I love him. I really do.

50 Things About Me

1. I am a compulsive reader – fiction, nonfiction, newspapers, magazines, shampoo bottles, everything.
2. I can’t concentrate unless my house is clean.
3. My house is pretty messy at the moment.
4. If only I had a laptop, I'd be writing this at the coffee shop.
   
5. I had homebirths with both my girls.
6. I'm studying to become a certified childbirth educator.
   
7. I've been either pregnant, breastfeeding, or both, for the last six years straight.
8. My mom breastfed me until I was two.
9. OGILF remembers being introduced to me when I was 17.
10. I don’t really remember meeting him until about four years after that.
11. He's 17 years older than me.
    
12. I really only married him for his looks.
13. Luckily, we get along really well.
14. Actually, I'm so in love with him it's kind of sickening.
15. I really like to bake; sometimes I think I should work in a bakery.
16. My parents are both college teachers.
17. They got divorced when I was two.
18. I have one biological brother, one stepbrother, and three stepsisters.
    
19. I have a BA in Theatre.
20. I played Ophelia in Hamlet nine years ago; it was set in a mental institution.
21. I stopped pursuing a career in theater because I was tired of being told I had to project my voice more.
22. I have a fairly tiny voice.
    
23. My dad took me on a voyage to Antarctica when I was 19.
24. I spent a good deal of the trip below decks, drinking vodka with the Russian crew.
    
25. I live about a mile from where I was born.
26. I fear and loathe cats.
27. I usually blurt out whatever is on my mind.
28. I can’t keep a secret (see above.)
29. I don’t camp.
    
30. I don't ski.
31. I don't enjoy the mountains.
32. The suburbs make me itch.
    
33. I’m a lousy gardener, and I hate yard work.
34. I don’t drive on the highway, and I am phobic about driving in general.
    
35. I smoked in college, and I plan to take it up again when I'm 90.
36. I'm a vegetarian.
37. I used to be an art model.
38. I'm a feminist.
    
39. If you're not, don't talk to me.
40. I'm more liberal than you are.
41. Actually, I might be a communist.
42. I make snap judgements about people.
43. A lot of people think I'm kind of a bitch.
44. I love bitches.
    
45. I was raised in the Church of the Brethren.
46. OGILF is an atheist.
47. I converted for him.
48. I was the spelling-bee champion of my school in fourth grade.
    
49. I placed third at the district bee because I misspelled “thrombophlebitis.”
50. I have a freakishly long memory for useless details.
    

Here We Go. . .

So just to be clear, the name of the blog is Midnight Cowgirls not because I expect to be hustling, Jon Voight style, when we get to New York, and not because I am ignorant of what the term "midnight cowboy" means - it's just that whenever I get scared about moving to New York, all I can think of is Jon Voight and Dustin Hoffman in that condemned squat, and Dustin coughing into that dirty pillow, with the cockroaches and the filth, and then I go to a dark, scary place where I think I'm making the worst mistake of my life and not only that but taking my innocent girls down with me. So, you know, I'm making light of my fear. Ummm, maybe.

Did I mention we're moving to New York? Right. That's the point of the blog. Now, I've been saying I'm moving to New York for the past, oh, ten years at least, so you'd have every right to think I'm just blowing hot air again, but you'll see. This time I am really doing it. Or should I say, we are doing it, because I am dragging my poor, long-suffering husband and our little girls with me. Really, it would have been far too easy to move to NYC when I was single, fresh out of college. No, I had to start a family first. Doing it this way is so much more exciting!

This is January 21. My husband (henceforth to be known as OGILF - figure it out) has teaching commitments through the summer, so the estimated move date is September 1. Seven months to get our shit together. No problem.

Anybody know of an apartment that will be available Sept. 1? I'm thinking Park Slope, Boerum Hill, Carroll Gardens, Astoria, Long Island City, Jackson Heights - hey, we'll live anywhere, as long as we can get to Manhattan in under an hour, and I can hoof it to the nearest subway station with two young children in tow. And oh yeah, we don't have jobs! Ha ha ha ha! So it's gotta be cheap! Heck, maybe we'll end up in New Jersey. We don't mind!

Yeah, we're crazy. We've been informed. We're doing that whole Joseph Campbell "follow your bliss" thing. You don't like it, fuck off. (Practicing a little New York attitude, there.)