By the way...
As you all know (or at least most of you know), I'm terrible with names, dates, directions, finding things... any concrete non-abstract concept eludes me. I've gotten lost leaving my gym (which I go to at least three times a week), and ended up driving around in corn fields thinking I would perish out there with the evil little children, I've lost my car despite actually drawing a little map to tell me where it was, and finding my keys is a daily hassle (not to mention cell phone, purse, socks, shoes, kid). I've also introduced my husband (at this point we had been married for several years) like this, "This is my husband, er, um... what is your name again?" (he was pretty offended). I did remember eventually. The next day. Sigh.
Anyway, so my birthday is coming up, and I've been thinking, Wow. This is a big one. I'm gonna be 35. That's something noteworthy at least. Not your average birthday.
Suddenly I'm on the "wrong" side of 30. I might actually have to start acting my age. You know, no more Converse and paint-covered clothes at work (I work for a BIG Corporation- there has to be a dress code somewhere), no more cold cereal or waffles for dinner, etc. A big change is needed. I might even have to start actually eating at the dinner table, instead of on the couch! And get a haircut!
This is a big deal, right?
So, I mention this to my husband, who just looks at me blankly (this happens often enough that I didn't notice right away and just kept talking).
Then he says, "You moron, you're turning 34!"
Oh.
34.
Never mind.
This past week...
I've decided that I actually don't blog enough about what's really going on, so....
So, okay, a weekly recap.
Yesterday my daughter started stripping and shaking her booty to Bessie Smith. Ended up naked, waving her fanny at us. I'm halfway proud that she has good taste in music, halfway worried she might end up as a stripper. Kev says, "Well, some strippers make good money". Sigh.
Decided that this weekend (the first we had without guests in our new house), would be devoted to the garden. I was planning to plant some vegetables. Ended up ripping up two trees and replanting them (it will be a miracle if they survive), planting spinach, mesclun, tomatoes and peas, found some chives buried in my second garden (yes, I have two- I don't know why), and planted some flowers (seeds from 1993- haha!). Kevin, meanwhile, decided that he wanted to, um, build a wall in the back yard. So, he did. Freak.
I did not work out once this weekend. Bad me. Okay, I did some sit-ups yesterday. but that's it. Doesn't really count.
I still haven't hung any pictures in the house. Really need to do that.
I watched History of Violence. I was TRULY impressed. And I'm not a huge Cronenburg fan- not at all. But the plot was great, the direction subtle, and the performances on the whole terrific (curse you little girl who can't act- curse you!)
I have started three books in the past year. I haven't picked them up in over a month, nor do I know where they are. Or what they are.
Oh, and Kevin and I built a compost bin this weekend. Its not a very good one though, so we are going to redo it next weekend.
And hang a tire swing for the munchkin.
I hope the tree doesn't fall down.
Its almost my birthday, and I want to get my hair cut.
That's it. Or at least, that's all I can remember...
Memed again!
Tagged by
Alala for the Universal(?) Meme:
Four of the jobs I have had in my life:
Set Builder - University of Washington, Seattle, WA
Canvasser - WashPIRG, Seattle, WA . Absolute hell. (And I only did it for a week)
Stage Manager - Medieval Manor, Boston, MA
Stage Manager - Turtle Lane Playhouse, Newton, MA
Four movies I would watch over and over again:
Shaun of the Dead
The Fifth Element
Super Troopers
Jaws
Four places I have lived:
Thurso, Scotland
St. Georges, Bermuda
Seattle, Washington
Ceiba, Puerto Rico
Four TV shows I love to watch:
The Family Guy
Serenity
Colbert Report
Battlestar Galactica
Four websites I visit daily:
Gmail WootPaddle PrattleMy Blogroll
Four of my favorite foods:
Lobster Roll
Good clam chowder
Coffee Ice Cream
Pizza from Bluestone in Brighton, MA
Four places I would rather be right now:
Ireland (anywhere)
Germany (visiting Alala)
Japan (Brigitte- I am so envious!)
Hawaii (I will miss it forever)
And I tag these Four people (BWAHAHAHAHAHA):
MarioKevinCoryAmieand for good measure... (especially since Kev will never notice this)
Corrie Ann
And more...
And more birthday pics...
And finally some pics from Rora's birthday...
Was an interesting night...
My parents are coming to town this weekend (supposed to arrive on Friday) and so I had a very specific idea of how I was going to spend last night- preparing Chocolate Stout cake and Irish Brown Bread for St. Pats with Rory (she wants to be involved with anything involving chocolate), while Kev was putting up clothes and putting holes in our bedroom walls (ie trying to put up lighting).
Instead we went to Walmart.
Now, I HATE Walmart (Kev calls it Hellmart), I really do. And the closest Walmart to us is in West Virginia (yes, we even crossed state lines to get to there). But Kevin needed thinner screws, so we picked up Rora at daycare and went to Hellmart.
By the time we got there, we realized it was quite late, we should stop for dinner. This particular area of WV is a gastronomic wasteland (go figure) so, we chose the safest bet- Ruby Tuesdays.
The food- not so good. The service- cheerful, but terminally slow. By the time we got our food, the kid was almost asleep. But the aroma of french fries perked her up considerably, so she ate. And at the end of the meal, our cheerful waiter brought her some ice cream since she had to wait so long. Very nice of him.
So, we proceed to Hellmart, and the kid starts making this low moaning noise. Not good. We ask her how she feels. Not good. So, I pick her up and start for the bathroom, chanting the entire way, "We're almost there. Don't throw up yet. Take a deep breath. We're almost there...".
We didn't make it.
I wasn't surprised.
But, clean up was fairly easy, she returned to incredibly cheerfulness right after ("Mommy, my belly is all better now", and so we went on looking for screws and whatnot. And bought the kid a toothbrush.
Got home (it was 9:40 by this point), read her favorite story (Goodnight Dinosaurs), gave her hugs and water, then started our "John-Boy" ritual:
Mom: Night Rora, sleep good.
Dad: Night Sweetie, sleep good, stay in bed.
Kid: Night Mommy Daddy, sleep good. Leave door little open.
Dad. Okay, Sweetie, good nighty-night.
Kid. Nighty-night, Turkey-poop!
Turkey-poop? I have no idea where that came from. But even now, I'm still chuckling. On the inside.
Oh, and my sister just emailed me. My parents are coming in tonight, not tomorrow night. Surprise!
(Cue theme from "Jaws")
DA-da. DA-da. da da da da da da da
"Oh, but I'm so sweet and tasty."
Mmmm. if only they would bring back the true "dunkin' donut"...
| You Are a Boston Creme Donut |
You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you.
But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft.
You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily.
You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out. |
I am raw fish?
| You Are Japanese Food |
Strange yet delicious.
Contrary to popular belief, you're not always eaten raw. |
It was a great show...
Pics from the Pogues at the 9:30 ClubSpecial thanks to Rob!
I might hurl....
Got this from
BusyMom (and yes, I HAD to share):
http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2362369
Brains...
From Chris Moore's Blog:
Movies that would have been Markedly Improved by the Inclusion of some Brain Eating Zombies:
Room with a View
Remains of the Day
Age of Innocence
Fame
Pride and Prejudice
Brokeback Mountain
Blue Crush
Miss Congeniality 2
Closer
Ordinary People
The Last Three Starwars Movies
Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolf?
Chicago
Terminal
Citizen Kane
Casablanca
Lilo and Stitch
Flashdance
Now, before you go, "Hey, Casablanca was a great movie!" Think. Yes, it was a great movie, but how much greater would it have been with brain-eating zombies? Huh? Huh? Huh?
"Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and forever. But we'll always have -- Elisa! Look out! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggg!"
(Note, because I thought it was unfair to single-out one actor, I removed "anything that Ben Affleck has ever been in" from the list, even though I think even Ben himself would have to admit, that they would all have been better movies with brain-eating zombies added. This is not a comment on Mr. Affleck's performances, only on the fact that he is in a lot of really shitty movies.)
I think I've made my point.
Brain-eating zombies are like the Pepperidge Farm Goldfish crackers of Cinema -- there's almost no situation that they would not improve.
Now, a list of Shakespeare's plays that could be improved by Brain Eating Zombies:
All of them.
"To be, or not to be, or to be again, or to kinda sorta be -- brainnnnnnnnns!"
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. Yet there he be, walking around, calling for brainnnnnnnns!"
"Oh, what foods these mortals be -- brainnnnns!"
"If you prick them, do they not bleed? If you chop off their heads, do they not stop chanting brainnnnnns!"
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.--And those now abed in England, shall hold their lives cheap, when they hear of the brains we did eat, upon St. Crispin's day!"
"How sharper than a serpents tooth it is to have a brain-eating child!"
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Darkling prince, evil thane, he riseth up to eat your brain."
I THINK I'VE MADE MY POINT
NOW A LIST OF ANDREW LLOYD WEBER MUSICALS THAT COULD BE IMPROVED BY THE ADDITION OF BRAIN-EATING ZOMBIES
Jesus Christ, Superstar
"I don't know how to eat him."
Evita
"Don't eat my brains Argentina."
Cats
"Memories -- eating nothing more than memories..."
Phantom of the Opera
Sorry, the only way that Zombies could make this tolerable is if they could travel back in time and eat Andrew Lloyd Webers brain before he writes it, thus keeping this abomination from being created.
This was really well done...
Live Action Simpsons
Back in the loop...
So, I'm finally back online now (long story), and its been a busy week.
My brother-in-law's mother died very unexpectedly (very said, she was a very sweet lady).
My daughter had her birthday pool party (and no one drowned!)- pictures will be posted shortly.
A friend of mine (
Anna) and I sort of, kind of decided to try starting a business together- check out the beta site
here.
Both Kevin and I got locked out of the house this morning with Rora sleeping inside. Had to bang on the door and wake the poor kid up to have her open the door. This on the one morning this week where she slept past 5 am.
Got semi-lost going to work this morning (that's what I get for trying alternate routes!) and ended up on a dirt road.
Apologies for being incommunicado- K
Was that a grey hair I saw?
Saw this at
Nef's Blog:
You know you're getting older when:
Your house plants are alive, and you can’t
smoke any of them.
Having sex in a twin bed is out of the
question.
You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
You watch the Weather Channel.
Your friends marry and divorce instead of
“hook up” and “breakup.”
You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as
“dressed up.”
You’re the one calling the police because
those %&@# kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.
Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex
jokes around you.
You don’t know what time Taco Bell closes
anymore.
Your car insurance goes down and your car
payments go up.
You feed your dog Science Diet instead of
McDonald’s leftovers.
Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
You take naps from noon to 6 PM.
Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead
of the beginning of one.
Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would
severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.
If you’re a gal, you go to the drug store for
ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.
A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty
good stuff.”
You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast
time.
“I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces
“I’m never going to drink that much again.”
90% of the time you spend in front of a
computer is for real work. (KLF: Hah!)
You drink at home to save money before going
to a bar.
You read this entire list looking desperately
for one sign that doesn’t apply to you and can’t
find one to save your sorry old ass
I asked my daughter...
what type of birthday cake she wanted for her birthday? Chocolate, vanilla, butter, orange, carrot...?
Her answer?
Teddy Bear.
