Well *cough* it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?  Arguably it’s been half of a person’s life, provided that that person turns one in July.  Which happens to be the case with one of my close associates.  The close associate who renders blog updating difficult, in that most of my stories now end with “And then I’ll change her diaper!” And who wants to read that?  Someone, I’m sure, given the proliferation of so-called “mommy bloggers” out there.  But typing it makes me feel boring. 

This is not to say that everything I type is boring.  So I decided, again, to brush the dust off ol’ Theology Girl.

TheologyBaby is indeed almost a year on this earth.  For her birthday, we got her a new car seat so that she can comply with the nation-state when she is carted around in a vehicle.  This went over famously, as the Britax Boulevard CS box is an amazing gift for a toddler.  It is at least 10 times her size, making it an exciting fort or tunnel.  It has grooves so that parents can easily carry it (lies and propaganda, that) that make perfect peep holes for the two and under set.  And, if it collapses, it makes a perfect surface on which your child may begin her career as a break-dancer.  Because that art form is surely more likely to come back into style than it is that college tuition will be affordable in 2027.  TheologyBaby almost has her head spins down.

Besides avoiding the blog, I also still revel in avoiding my dissertation.  I’m on chapter 4, or “page 75 of utter crap” as I am wont to call it.  I am trying to argue that literary theory can be used for theological analysis.  Sometimes I convince myself that this is true.  I just hope I can fool some of the people long enough to get the Ph.D. 

I have also taken to planning quite the celebration for my 31st birthday.  Why?  Well, because what else is there to do when you’re 31?  At 16 you can drive, vote at 18, drink at 21, car rentals go down at 25 . . . but at 31?  Nothing.  So I figured I might as well live it up every year until 65 when I can join the AARP and get discounts at family restaurants.  I have Star Wars favors to give out, the extras of which I will be using as theme pieces at TheologyBaby’s first birthday extravaganza as well.  I expect she and I will share in a deep appreciation for George Lucas’ early work and wax theological about literary theory and popular culture.

And then I’ll change her diaper.