Saturday, March 03, 2007

It's How They Do It In Montana

This is Stan.

(Gazing lovingly at my dear friend Michele on their wedding day. Don't let the lovely picture fool you.)

Stan is one of my favorite people. He won me over while dating Michele when he came to visit her here when she was living with us just after I had Hannah. After a particularly grueling night with a cranky newborn, I woke up at 10:30 in the morning to find Stan downstairs playing with Spence, whom he had just met. He had fed him breakfast, gotten out the toys, and made the best train track ever, all so that I could catch up on some much needed sleep. I walked directly into the guest room, woke up Michele and said:

"Marry him now."

A year later she listened to me and they got hitched.

Stan will be the first one to tell you that he takes some getting used to. He has a kind of childlike spazicity to him that can be exhausting and he's very cranky when he's tired. And he's from a reservation in Montana....but we overlook all of that because we love him and know that life would be incredibly boring without his frank honesty. Like when he says:

"Are you feeding that kid again? Put those things away before I go blind!"


"You're turning that kid into a girl. Let me take him to the rez and show him how it's really done."

Or when last night, he called just to tell me this:

"Kid, what's up with your blog? It's totally SUCKED lately."

I know, most people would find this offensive but I laughed right along with him because he called me on something that I've been trying to keep to myself for a few weeks now. I've totally bowed to the pressure of the blogs around me and in the meantime I'VE LOST THE FUNNY.

I really don't know how it happened. One day, I was cracking jokes about my uterus and the next, I was asking people to think about the book of their lives? What's with that? That's not me. No seriousness here. No positive thinking, or high ground, or thoughts to ponder to make your life better. No way, not here. Face it, when you come here, you're looking for one thing and one thing only...


The problem is, now that I've lost it, I'm not sure I can find it. I mean, sure we can all have a chuckle over the comparison of condiments, but where's the good stuff? The stuff that made you start reading in the first place? The silly anecdotes and crazy perspectives that made me and my blog what we are? I don't know but I promise you this-I will find that funny again. It may be irreverant, somewhat crude, or completely ridiculous, but I will find it. Until then, Uncle Stan...


Marilyn said...

Karen, I think you're funny.

dandee said...

Bring on the funny!

Tharker said...

Thank Stan for showin us how it's done on the rez!

Heather said...

I was "reflecting" on that the other day... I was laying in bed wondering if you had any great conversations with Turner. I can't wait to hear 'em.

Nicole said...

WHOO HOOOOOO!!!!! She's coming back;) Thanks Stan!

Tharker said...

Nicole, do you have a blog????

Nicole said...

I used to, tharker, it was a little over a year ago. For some reason, blogger hasn't dropped it from my profile. Sorry, no secret blog;)

speedpelet00 said...

Yes the old Karen is back!! We can't wait to hear more about Fatty McButter Pants and Jack Mehoff.