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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.

In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.

To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....

Friday, July 1, 2011

Is Sense of Humor Geographic

I have a somewhat whacked sense of humor.  If you have read a number of my posts, you are aware of this fact.  But I am growing concerned that the good people of Montana don't think I'm funny.

The other day I was with a group of people and we were talking over a serious topic.  I tried repeatedly to lighten things a bit by cracking little jokes.  Nothing.  Even people who hated me in the Midwest at least laughed when I made stupid comments.  And it's not just these people.  Even my friends here don't think I'm funny (you know who you are).  It's like I am 100% native here, except my sense of humor.  Sarcasm isn't welcome. 

The lack of response from most Montanans doesn't generally upset me, but it does make me uneasy.  What if I was physically born here, making the lack of humidity perfect for me, the open sky awesome, the grass tremendous, but my sense of humor was born in NYC?  This makes me generally acceptable as a person--provided I don't actually interact with anyone else.  Which is pretty much fine, because I generally don't.  But I suspect that I will have to one day leave my house and this could make things tricky.

And so, if anyone knows where I can find a Rocky Mountain sense of humor, please let me know.  I am guessing it's on the shelf next to the ability to mountain climb and to look good after running, which I also lack.
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