Heavy load

I have a lot of information to process tonight and I am kind of sad and brain dead. One of my top three favorite actors passed away and I am so very sad. A friend is in the middle of a medical scare and is awaiting more information. My mother is still suffering with her neck. Just a lot of suffering people and I feel helpless when it comes to aiding them.

Sorry to be Debbie Downer of the blogosphere. Rough week.

Going to go turn on my white noise machine I got for Christmas, which is GREAT, and attempt to go to sleep.

Night all.


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Down in the dumpsy

I have hit a period of blahness in my life.  Maybe it is the back to school blues or the post Christmas funk...not really sure.  I have plenty to do in the course of a day.  There is no lack of a honey do list at our house.  Even if I didn't do cleaning and straightening, I could be sewing creatures to bulk up my supply for baby gifts and Easter baskets.  Am I doing any of that?  Not really.  I just want to take a nap.  Well, multiple naps.  I go down in the basement, put a load in the laundry, turn the lights off and conk out.  Great job there chickie.  You just wasted perfectly good time that you could be doing, well, anything.  I need to stop.

Just pray I get out of my funk.  I fear my sloth and blahs are contagious and bleed over to the children.  They don't need to be infected by me.

Night all.

I need to not go to meetings

The hub and I just returned home from a Band Boosters' meeting and I am exhausted. Not necessarily because of the meeting. It is at the end of the day and everyone is exhausted. We did have to break up a sibling war on words before we left and were set and ready to leave the meeting early to break up another one. I have no patience for sitting in meetings. It could be a meeting about how I had been chosen to be a non-industry voting member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and get to view every Oscar nominated movie(one of my dreams)and I would be in pure hell. I can't sit still. I have a million questions I'd like to ask but won't for fear of being the butt of jokes. I would have to sit in a chair, hopefully at a table that would hide my jimmy legs. The boosters were as pleasant as I could hope and I got to have a few chuckles and see the band directors in a different situation. There are some exciting things coming up and some exciting things in the future...but I'm glad to bed in my pajamas watching "The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou" right now. Yes, I'm a bad person not watching the State of the Union. Bad me.

Night all.


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Are they made of gold?

In a couple of weeks, my girls are going on a weekend trip with the youth group to a youth conference. Things are different this year; they used to have separate weekends for both middle and high school. Now, all youth go together. God bless the adults who have to go(my husband is one of them). The lodging arrangements this year include a swimming pool, so the girls would have to go shopping for new suits. They have both sprouted and we wanted them to look appropriate. They tried on suits while I went to get the boy highlighters and glue sticks for school. They are both thrifty kids and I trusted their judgement when I took the suits up to checkout. Highlighters...beep. Glue sticks...beep. Clearance workout pants for gym...beep. I start looking at a magazine and listen to the beeps in the background. She gives me my total. What the what?!?! I did not remember putting cold bricks in the cart. Are those suits made of spun silver and unicorn hair? Good golly Ned. The poor hub about blew a gasket when he heard the price...and I cannot blame him at all.

Just a word. One of my very favorite artists and musicians passed away last night. David Bowie blew my mind with everything he did. I can remember sitting with my brother, watching a new channel called MTV and watching David Bowie's "Ashes to Ashes" video with our mouths gaping in wonder. The world's loss is great and the artistic light is much dimmer this evening. He will always be one of my very favorites. Godspeed, Mr. Bowie.

Night all.



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Night of dread

As I have said many times before, I love award show season. Even though I am not a girly girl, I love to see all fancy dresses and spiffed up gents on the red carpet. It is excessive and I feel guilty that one of those dresses could probably feed a small country for a year, but it makes for entertaining television for me. I have always wanted, not so secretly, to be involved in the entertainment industry...maybe as a quip writer for people during their speeches or their presentations. The hub, on the other hand, HATES award season. Hate doesn't even seem to be strong enough for what he feels. He is currently downstairs watching a football game and avoiding having to come and watch TV with me. The dog is enduring the process with me...after I pulled her off of my neck bone pillow and had a heart to heart about chewing things she isn't supposed to chew:



I am recording Downton Abbey and wil most likely have to watch it tomorrow or later. Golden Globes are my priority tonight. Let's hope Ricky Gervais can somewhat behave himself. Yeah, who am I kidding.

Night all.
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Here kitty kitty

I have a new niece as of this morning...a niece of the feline variety. I'm not going to lie; cats scare me quite a bit. We never grew up with cats and the ones we had contact with were not the nicest. A schoolmate had one and it was super mean. Whenever I had dinner over at their house, I was advised to always wear shoes and to sit Chris cross applesauce in my chair at the dinner table. I never understood why until the day the cat attacked my feet, biting and scratching them. Terrifying. We also had relatives who always had strange animals roaming around their house. To their credit, they tried to rescue animals that had been in abusive homes, but the animals they got were almost too far gone to be around, well, any humans. You basically had to sit like a statue while their feral animals circled you. They had a cat that, while the calmest of all their animals(except for the piranha the glared at you from the fish tank), was another animal you were warned not to touch. Another friend I had growing up had a cat who always chose my FACE to lay on when I spent the night at her house...right after it got off of its bed...their kitchen table. It jumped up on the table right before dinner, stood in the pan with the cooked ham in it and ate from the ham. The mom just cut off the part the cat ate and then served it to us for dinner. So, yeah, I have cat issues and I am sorry.

We went to visit the new addition today and I have to say, she was very calm. Two of our three were with me and, I'm ashamed to say, were a little freaked out because of their mother's issues with felines. She was lovely and jumped right up between them and settled in for a nice nap and scratch. For having only been in their house 4 hours, she was quite well adjusted and patient. She is a talker, which I always find entertaining. I am excited my my brother and sister in law. They have endured such loss from their furry children over the past year and need to have a new companion to bring some animal excitement into their house. It will be a learning curve for all of us in our house, but one we are glad to take on. I need to conquer my cat phobia so I will not pass it on to my children. I will always and forever be a dog devotee, but I'm ready to get to know this new furry friend.

I'm going to go have my Saturday night bowl of ice cream and get to bed soon. Work comes early tomorrow.

Night all.


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An 80's primer

My oldest and I have been binge watching clips of Lip Sync Battle(well, the clean ones). As often happens with us, one clip leads to a question about something which leads to another clip. For example, John Krasinski lip sync'ed to Tina Turner singing "Proud Mary". At one point, he rips off his suit to reveal a Turner-esque dress to dance. S found it funny, but didn't get why he did what he did, so I had to show her the Tina and Ike video...and I'm rather ashamed(and a little surprised)that I hadn't showed it to her before now. That led to another lip sync battle on Jimmy Fallon with Tom Cruise...which led to showing her Top Gun(Righteous Brothers) and Risky Business(Bob Seger) clips. Which led to me showing her the condensed catalog of Kenny Loggins, which led to Stevie Nicks and then to Kevin Bacon and Footloose...which ended with Kevin Bacon on "Will and Grace" doing "Footloose". She got more than she bargained for, but it needed to be done. These kids need a little education on '80's culture every now and then.

Time to go watch another throwback to the 80's: The Goldbergs.

Night all.


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