I was about to craft a cynical post about stupid shit that makes me cranky, my milieu if you will, but then I got some really good news and I just couldn’t work up a good head of hatred and anger.
Not when my friend is HAVING A BABY!!!
I love babies, which may come as a surprise because I like to complain about my kids, but it’s true. I love babies.
I love pregnant moms, I love new moms, I love that whole stage of life for both parents and children.
Having babies was a challenging yet beautiful time for us.
And this couple? Well, they are going to be the most kick-ass parents ever. The first thing I did (after I called her three times and left rambling messages) was to contact Harmy to see if she had baby stuff to lend.
Bingo! Maybe we can help start this new life without the financial ruin that is baby gear. And I can help Harmy cut the crap at her house.
Big bucks!
Anyway, I’m feeling effusive and happy AND I CAN’T WAIT TO HELP!
Seriously, nothing makes me happier than relieving a frustrated parent of a fussy baby (no baby can stay angry with her face shoved into my boobies while I’m swaying, it’s all in the knees), doing dishes, folding laundry and cleaning toilets so an exhausted mom can sleep or take a long, hot shower. It makes me feel so useful.
Wearing a newborn, holding a toddler. I multitask LIKE A BOSS!
So in the spirit of this wonderful news, what better day than to post this little video I’ve been working on? It’s pretty self explanatory, but I’ll give you a little background.
Years ago I brought over a plate of cookies to Harmy’s house. These weren’t ordinary cookies, they were Loony’s Spitzbubens, only the most time and labor intensive cookies ever.
The king of cookies. Loony’s are made with almost all almond meal and butter.
He brought me one for Valentine’s day when I was 20 and I still remember how impressed I was that he made it himself. I was miffed that I only got one.
So I showed up and Harmy’s when her husband came barreling out the door screaming my name. He ran at me full speed and I had a plate of cookies in my hand and I’m yelling, “No! Stop! Erik! NO!” and he jumped on me and gave me the biggest hug ever.
Cookies went flying and I’m laughing my ass off and we picked up the cookies and went inside and ate them anyway.
From that moment on, I have always wanted to jump on people. To me, it is happiness embodied. It is unbridled, throw-caution-to-the-wind enthusiasm for another person.
If you are really happy to see someone, jump on them!
Not everyone feels this way, of course. Some people have back issues, knee issues, might be less easy-going about carefully crafted pastries falling onto the sidewalk, etc., so I have suppressed that urge. Until now.
Fortunately I have young pole dancing and Parkour friends that I feel reasonably secure in jumping on. Only Waeli doesn’t like it.
“Why do you keep jumping on me?! I’m smaller than you!” as she stabs me with her keys.
I suppose I have to expect a few people to object.
Making this video made me so happy. And I’m going to keep jumping on my friends. Especially Waeli, because fucking with her is my language of love.
Time to cut the crap.
Your video made me smile and happy inside! Congrats to your expectant friend and to you, the savior-waiting-in-the-wings!
P.S. I make catnip bags out of random socks: just fill with crushed catnip and tie with string/ribbon/rubber. 🙂
*rubber band
Your video made me smile and happy inside! Congrats to your expectant friend and to you, the savior-waiting-in-the-wings!
P.S. I make catnip bags out of random socks: just fill with crushed catnip and tie with string/ribbon/rubber band. 🙂
Hey that’s a pretty good idea, and maybe if Viv did that TFC might leave her TP alone for awhile. lol
Knowing TFC, it would just get her jonseing for more TP action! But I’ll try it this summer when the nip grows wild and abundant.
If your friend wants a baby carrier, let me know! I have a couple of free ones sitting around my apartment from work that I need to get rid off 🙂
She’s not due until June, but I will definitely ask. Thank you! I have a Moby I plan on lending her, too. BTW, I intend to jump on you, but I have to catch you not in heels!
Dammit, I should have read this before class last night so I could have been more prepared!
I fear our geometry might be off. I about took you down last night. You are so tall and your legs are so long and I’m sure I weigh at least as much as you if not more, the center of gravity is pretty high …
And combine that with stirrup leg warmers that make me slide all over the floor, and it’s a miracle we didn’t go down.
That we didn’t go down is testament to the superior core strength and balance possessed by pole dancers.
I still have friends that I’ve known for a long time that pretty much expect a leap when they see me. Case in point: I discovered a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time was at the same Avs game as myself, and we decided we’d meet up outside after the game. He walked out with his friend and began walking slowly and warily looking around. When his friend asked why he was acting like that Joe said, ‘Just wait’. Sure enough from the crowd came a shriek followed by a leaping Christine 🙂 I love leaping on my friends!
I knew we had something deep in common!
Fantastic, happy video. Made me smile – thanks!
I loved watching your video of you leaping on your friends. You make it look so easy and natural. 🙂
I am a champion jumper. I’m told I am light as a feather. It doesn’t work as well if you are a very tall and thin woman (I set the center if gravity too high) or much smaller than me. I’m sticking to hunky men.