Shingles on a biscuit, I fucked up today. I was so busy fixing router and network problems at Frog's office that I forgot to take Bean to his dental appointment! They even called, albeit two days ago, to remind me, so in the name of personal responsibility I have to suck up the blame. Then Frog and I forgot that the father-daughter luncheon at Bug's school was today. What is wrong with us? I am beginning to think that sheer exhaustion is a big factor in my latest series of screw-ups. In fact, I'm so tired that I don't even want to do my homework. That's not too unusual in and of itself, but that fact that I'm actually contemplating not doing it is strange for me. Normally just the thought of not being prepared breaks me out in hives, but I'm just so damn tired that it's hard to give a shit. Really, really, hard to care about Thomas Paine or my English comp paper. I also missed geography class, again, today because of the problems at Frog's office. I'm not too worried, but again I think it's just because my brain cannot process the normal anxiety that I experience. I need a sick day from life. Maybe two.
Who's the coolest culinary celebrity?
Without a doubt my vote is for Alton Brown!
I know that I lived a charmed life. I really do know that but sometimes it's very hard for me to see the forest for the trees. I am able to attend college. I am able to have a house. I have two very smart, very funny kids. I have a sober husband. I have the best friends a woman could ask for in life. I have two dogs who love me no matter what, and a cat who thinks that I'm really cool when I feed her.
I have a neighbor playing the fiddle in a perfect temperature evening while I sit on my porch. That's pretty fucking cool actually! Wow, they're pretty good. We live in a weird spot acoustically so I don't know which specific house it's coming from but I keep clapping after each song in hopes that they will hear me.
Back to what I was doing. See, I know all those things, but on days like today I can't seem to get out of my rut of negative thinking. I need to keep reading the top part to myself while I listen to my fiddle playing neighbor.
Bean got out of the bath tonight and immediately said "I have to poop mama!" This was uttered with an urgency usually reserved for times where you might think that you left the coffee pot on and you're already on a transcontinental flight! Next thing I know, he lets loose with a long, very bubbly sounding, fart and says "No I don't mama." I could not contain my laughter once he started laughing, and it is still making me smile! It gives new meaning to all farts are funny to somebody.
- The human mind treats a new idea the same way the body treats a strange protein; it rejects it.
Have I mentioned lately how much I hate getting multiple chapter reading assignments over the weekend? I have two small kids, and a husband who is also a full-time student. Finding enough time is impossible. Bah.
I am a big whiny baby right now. I'm still tired, but I'm up writing and editing papers for class tomorrow. Well, I'm not this minute, but I digress. It could be worse though, I could be on a plane with a hangover. Boy, does that suck.
Bean is hilarious and if I ever learn to listen to him the first time, it would help if he'd speak up, I'd find out about his hijinks before someone lays in them. Tonight it was an entire bottle of baby powder poured into his sheets. He was so sweet when Frog got home and went to tuck him in. Frog said that right as he was laying down on the sheets Bean said, "Wait Daddy . . . there's something on the bed." Too late for Frog's jeans though! We are horrible too, instead of lecturing him all we could do was laugh! There was no ill intent on Bean's part, apparently he was making snow for his cars, and Frog was almost completely covered from the waist down but only on the front of his pants! So off came those sheets, and on with a new set. It's a good thing that I was planning on changing them in the morning anyway, and already had a new set laid out.
Bug's allergies are getting the best of her these days, along with the top canine teeth arrivals. She teethes slower than molasses in January.
I must go lay down before my eyes pop out of my head. I hope I can do more editing in the morning. Yeah, right! Done is better than perfect, as a woman I know always says.
What do you think about Ryan Seacrest being chosen to host tonight's Primetime Emmy Awards?
Are those tonight? I don't give a rat's ass about award shows, much less who's hosting them. Good luck with them getting Howdy Doody to act like a human being and not a wooden doll though.
I miss my mom. I miss her a lot. Despite her faults, she was my mom, and she had great aspects to her personality as well. I love her. I thought it was supposed to get easier as time passed, but it's been over 7 months since she died, and it's not easier. I really want her back. I know that's futile. It doesn't stop the wanting though.
Who would you trust with your life?
M & B. Without a doubt in my mind. Maybe Frog.
