My name is Neilochka. I am a mother of two living in Los Angeles, who doesn’t really feel like she belongs. I am insecure being around some of my more successful friends and wish that my husband was more attentive to me. I like to bake scones, play board games, and kiss by the fire. I miss my parents back home. I am size 12 and trying to lose some weight. I am from Wappinger Falls, NY, a small town upstate New York. I graduated from SUNY Albany with a degree in Psychology. I was working in marketing when I met Josh.
I had plans to go see “Sex and the City” with Megan and her friends tonight, but I wasn’t in a Carrie and Miranda mood. Do I really want to sit through two hours of self-absorbed women negotiating relationships, looking absolutely terrific, AND living in NEW YORK? As a former hipster gal myself (I lived in New York for six months after college before I moved back home), now mother of two — who now finds herself shopping at Costco! (can you believe it?), I have nothing in common with the Sex and the City gals anymore. My life has not been “Sex and the City” for a long, long time. Will someone please buy my book, “Diapers and the Poop?!” Seriously, I wouldn’t even have the time to write it with Kyle jumping on the couch every minute, making believe he is Iron Man (although he calls himself “Iron Chef” — hee hee).
Megan and her friends are nice, and the screening was at the movie studio, but I didn’t feel like fighting the traffic. I’m also a little insecure around Megan’s friends. Last week, Erin had a birthday party for her seven year old at — get this — the Pantages Club in Burbank! A nightclub for a child’s party! I remember my seventh birthday party — at the Wappinger Falls bowling alley. We had a Carvel “whale of a time” birthday cake. Remember, this is LA. Even Chuck E. Cheese has valet parking. Now I’m worried about where we should have Kyle’s birthday party. Josh suggested we rent out the Griffith Observatory.
Sometimes, I wish we had never moved to LA. Josh says I’m just being silly… or depressed. He means well. I mean, I know there are a lot of cool Moms who live in town, who are able to juggle being a Mom and still being hip and trendy, like Rebecca from Girl’s Gone Child and Stephanie from Baby on Bored, but they are superstars compared to me. I’m just a small town girl at heart.
I’m thinking of going to synagogue on Saturday for the first time in twenty years. Josh says he won’t go with me. He doesn’t believe in any of that. But I spoke to my sister, and we agree on one thing — I hit the lottery with Josh. He is a darling. Today, he sent me flowers from the office. I think he’s a keeper. Or he wants sex. Bad. Ha Ha.
I know work is everything to Josh, but with the internet, he should be able to write his animated cartoons anywhere he wants, even from upstate New York, near my parents. I could even go back working with the marketing firm. I need to look for freelance work.
Well, listen to me. Blah blah blah. I know… always complaining when I should be telling you how lucky I am. I am lucky, knock on wood. I even lost those extra three pounds this month. I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and said to myself, “Not bad!” I hope I win that wii fit on Redhead Momma’s blog. I have a long way to go before I reach my ideal weight goal. Soon is high school reunion time… and BlogHer. Does anyone need a roommate on Saturday night?!
Are you guys going to watch “Lost” tonight? I know I am. Sarah B. was so funny on Twitter today.
“If Sawyer takes his shirt off once more, I’m leaving my husband and marrying him.”
Sorry, Sarah. He’s already taken. By ME!
Toots, y’all. xxxooo — Neilochka
(This is a project of “Write Like the Opposite Sex Day.” Please comment on this post as if you were of the opposite sex)
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