Annoying

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Things that are far more annoying than they ought to be:

Misquito bites on the tips of your elbows
Your freaky jazz musician neighbor assuming that if you let the dog out, you're up, therefore playing the worst music in the world quite loudly is fair game
Not being able to get at the coffee cake crumbs at the bottom of the bowl with my fork
The length of time it takes Mark to shower
The Chance-hair-plus-Grace-hair-plus-dust build-up on our floor

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Sunday mornin' comin' down

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This morning has a very Sunday kind of feel about it. Mark is off walking Chance; when he gets back we'll go on an errand run (grocery shopping, Target, etc.) Then later we have a play date with Chance and Tosca, and Mark wants to make a Sunday fried chicken dinner. What could be better?

The only problem is that my neck is hurting like a mofo again. Dammit. I am trying to figure out if it's better with my hair up or better with my hair down, but I think it would be better with my hair off completely.

My interest in actually doing the reading for my classes next week has dwindled to sort of a sad trickle. I did the reading for my Monday night class, but haven't cracked a book for any of the others, and it doesn't look like there will be tons of time to do that today. Oh well, at least I had four weeks at the beginning of the semester of pretending I am a dedicated student.

I wonder if anyone is reading this thing? I kind of feel sorry for them if they are--it is so rambling and so very uninteresting.

Someone on the Ms. boards called me inauthentic the other day. Is inauthentic even a word? I felt like an imposter Van Gogh painting or something.

Today's shopping delimma: Does (fruit flavored) nonfat yogurt WITHOUT artifical sweetners in it exist? If so, why can't I find it?

Things that say Sunday morning to me:

The Sunday Times
Waking up with the sun streaming on to your bed
Sitting around in pjs or whatever passes for them for hours before you take a shower
A long slow stretch and the feeling that although you should probably do something productive, you don't really have to
The church bell down the street

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The Magdelene Sisters

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Chance barfed up a sock this morning. A whole freaking sock. Not even one of those little quarter sized socks. Nasty nasty nasty. How can something with a digestive system no bigger than mine swallow an entire goddamn sock??

Magdalene Sisters movie posterSusan and I went to see The Magdalene Sisters last night. Heavy, depressing stuff, but one of the best made films I've seen in awhile. It struck that balance, being heavy enough to be realistic and to keep you interested and concerned about what was going on, but having a few moments of levity so that you didn't turn off completely because it was 2 hours of nonstop depressing. I really liked it. I want to read a book about that situation now.

Interesting trend of anti-Catholic movies. One of the previews last night was for the new film Luther (about, duh, Martin Luther). Not exactly blockbuster stuff, but very interesting.

I started writing the article about the Ms. boards I've had in the back of my head for so long. So far it's unmitigated crap, but hopefully it will get better. I'd like to come up with something I could be proud of and actually submit it to a few places (Bitch, maybe?). That would be an actual worthwhile use of my time, unlike participating in the snarkfests and battles that are raging over there. I am on open-ended hiatus from there now. So far it's been only about 24 hours, and I already miss posting (and I'm still lurking). I'm an addict, it's that simple.

All boils down, I think, to the fact that I need more friends in my real life and better communication with myf riends who are far away. Having a giant and semi-diverse Internet community is so much EASIER, though, even if I am not getting what I need.

I should stop babbling. There is laundry to do, coffee cake to eat, a dog to walk, football to watch, and all of next week's reading to do somewhere in between. And it's already nearly noon.

I fucking love Saturday.

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Content

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Things that make me content:
Jeans and skirts or dresses in combination, whether worn by a fashionista or a small child
The feeling of stretching when you first wake up in the morning
Water from water coolers
Orderly labeled files

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All the federales say..

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All the federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

-"Pancho and Lefty"

I am so fucking thrilled. I have discovered that I can download all my mom's old-time country music from Kazaa and listen to it. It's making me homesick in a bittersweet way, but it's nice. It's really nice. I hear this stuff and I'm home again and I know exactly who I am. Nothing to reconcile, nothing to worry about. Just a small town Western girl.

Which is totally untrue, of course, but it's still nice to be in that place for awhile.

Another brilliant idea of the day? Buy Chance stuffed animals to play with from the Goodwill. They are cheap enough that way that I won't freak out when he rips them up. Hopefully Mark won't either. I can't believe how uptight Mark is about the damn dog. We're in the opposite roles I expected. That's probably good.

Oooh, I love this song!

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Thirteen

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Thirteen movie posterI'm not getting any better, am I?

See Thirteen. It's amazing. Susan and I saw it last night and I can't stop thinking about it. So many elements of it took me back to being right there. They obviously felt like I felt. Truly, it was unbelievable. Evie was Moriah in some ways, and I could empathize with so much of the pain I saw in Tracey. I felt like I was in middle school/early high school again throughout most of the movie. Even if a lot of the exact experiences didn't parallel mine (and some of them did) the feeling was so right on.

I'm aware that's a very poor review. Sorry. My reaction to it is still very viseral at this point.

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