#a long awaited queue

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

If you ever feel bad about how long it took you to figure yourself out, just remember I was with a man, got married, and was getting ready to look at houses and talk kids with him before finally admitting I’m a lesbian.

You’re doing fine. Figuring yourself out and letting yourself be yourself happens in chunks and pieces and is rarely a smooth transition. There’s a lot of internal acceptance that has to happen before you can really let your true colors fly, so be patient with yourself.

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

“So when did you develop social anxiety?”

I dunno, my dude, but one time when I was about 8, we were going on a long car ride and my dad did that warning of, “now I don’t wanna stop because you have to pee!” Thing.

Well I had an 8 year-old’s bladder. Instead of telling my dad I had to go, I held it until I peed myself because I thought he’d be mad if I told him.

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Tia’s Adventures: Rooftop Snowboarding

So since I won’t be posting weird goings on of my days until after finals, I figured I’d queue up some of my past shenanigans for y’all since some of you actually seem to enjoy it. Go ahead and blacklist “Tia’s Adventures” if you’d just like to skip this bit.

So once upon a time, there was a young teenage Tia who was very excited about the snow (as she frequently is). It had come down in a massive fucking sheet that was nearly three feet deep practically overnight. It was gorgeous and I had to go play. I called a couple friends over, and one of them brought a snowboard. I have a baby hill in front of my house and we could go down it if we wanted.

Or, as Tia decided, we could climb up onto the roof and snowboard off that. I only live in a one story house. It’s not that high up. The trick was figuring out where we’d land so we could shovel a bunch of snow there and give us a softer landing.

So, geniuses that middle schoolers are, we figure we can calculate that shit. We looked up average incline on my type of roof, and tried to calculate the trajectory. Math nerd I am, but genius I am not, and I was something like 13 years old so it was more making myself sound smart than actually knowing what I’m doing.

We all start debating who’s going to try it first. I figure hey, it’s my house, if I get hurt it’s alright, and volunteer as tribute.

Well I missed the pile by something like 5 feet, but between my snowsuit, the snow on the ground, and my apparently being made of fucking rubber, I was perfectly fine. No one else tried, but I had a ton of fun.