It's Saturday Night - What Are You Doing?

I'm sitting here, trying to finish up my homework for the day.

Instead, G was playing with the computer and then needed to listen to a new song to get the lame song I put into her head ("I'd put the words here, but you'd kill me for putting it into your head") so we picked out Amy Winehouse's "I'm No Good" because nothing like a song about a gal who's a cheater to send your tween off to bed with!

This is just one example of my parenting awesomeness. First, I keep telling G that if anyone gives her any guff (teachers, principal, the kid who pulled her hair last year, that other kid who keeps whining about how she's got no friends) to tell them that I WILL SUE THEM TO FUCKING DEATH. Except I don't say fucking. For a change.

Which leads me to #2 awesome recent parenting skill:
G and E are considering getting yet another video game system (why are we poor and why is G going to go to Hollywood Upstairs Medical College? Because we have PS1, PS2, Game Cube, Game Boy and Nintendo DS plus all the games that go with.) and were talking about this new game Rock Star (or something - maybe Rock Band?) for XBox and you can create a band and OMG! It's got Beastie Boys "Sabotage" (which I listened to ALL THE TIME while I was pregnant with G and was a bit feature of my mix tapes), so I was actually excited about this new game and game system.

G asked what our band name should be and my answer was: The Kick Ass Assers! YES! THE COOLEST BAND NAME EVER!!!!

It's amazing the exasperation and eye-rolling a 10 year old can put into the word "Mom".

Even E, who was a sailor and still swears like one, thought that I went beyond the line by suggesting that name for a band a 10 year old would be in.

My next suggestion was The Kick Butt Butters.

I am awesome!

What's New Wednesday!

I'm still tired from being sick (I swear, illnesses kick my ass lately). I did, however, stay up and watch Reaper last night. Until 10:00!!

It was really good (and not terrifying - very funny) and E said, "You know, they're going to cancel this." Because they ALWAYS cancel shows I like. It's very disheartening.

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I got yelled at (sort of) in court today because I sat down when we were supposed to be standing up. "Ma'am, you have to stand up," came the bailiff's gentle voice.

In my defense, I usually end up in a courtroom when court is already in session, so I skitter in and sit down quickly so that I'm not disruptive.

At least I didn't get kicked out.


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OPI's Peruvian Purple is actually hot pink. I like the color, but the name is getting on my nerves. I'll have to come up with a new OPI-ish name. When I'm less tired.

Fun on the Internets

This is very cool.
It's a side by side comparison of Simpsons' stills with the movies they paid homage to.

Very well done.

I've got your generation gap right here

We watched Napolean Dynamite last night, because we figured we might as well see what all the fuss was about.

WTF?

Seriously. That movie sucked ass on so many levels. I can't believe how bad it was.

We tried to watch it ironically, as satire, as heartfelt, as a dream sequence, as a tribute to foreign films. Nothing worked.

BECAUSE THAT MOVIE IS NOT FUNNY.

So, in short:

Napolean Dynamite sucks ass.

(As do the films of Wes Anderson and Judd Apatow. You all blow.)

Still Sick

And not enjoying it. The weekend was beautiful, from what I could tell peeking out the windows. Boo.

We watched Ella Enchanted last night. Very amusing.

I've slept for about 20 hours the past two days. It's still not enough.

I hate being sick.

Something in the air

There is much sniffling and inhaling of boogers going on here.

We are all sick. Or maybe there is too much cat hair in the air.

Or maybe both, because the Kid has been coughing like a coal miner, the Husband has been sneezing like someone in a job who sneezes all the time (an allergic feather duster maker?).

I feel like I got hit by a truck, and a rivulet of snot keeps making a mad dash out of my right nostril, as if it has a clandestine meeting with my upper lip to talk about how to smuggle booze across the Detroit River from Canada.

I think I need to lay down.

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Is it wrong that the Kid knows who the Butthole Surfers are (only "Pepper"! NOT Locust Abortion Technician or anything. There's only so much I'm going to explain.)?

It's Must Read Thursday

**I've been going swimming some mornings when I'm not at work or school. It always amuses me because when I get there, at about 7:45 or so, it's me and old people. I'm the youngest by about 30 years. Seriously. And I love the old ladies who have on their make up and have their hair done and are wearing jewelry while they go walking in the leisure pool (I'm too lazy to go in the lap pool. Also, it's very cold.). My favorite thing about it, though, is that 80% of the people wear glasses. While in the pool. While SWIMMING. It's too awesome.

**The Kid says "That's so cheap" when she thinks something stinks or is dumb. Other generations' slang is so weird.

**I had to go to a symposium today. I hadn't been to one in a while. Man. I'd forgotten how lame they are.

**I have sooooo much homework to do, but I don't feel like doing anything. I need a . . . I was going to say disciplinarian, but that sounds so dirty.

**I found post-its on clearance at Target!!! I love post-its. I wonder if 3M is hiring.

**You know what's awesome? This book. An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes in New England. I liked it quite a bit, even though the protagonist is something of a loser sad-sack, which is normally the one thing I cannot abide (Fuck off, Confederacy of Dunces dude. And you too, Jane Eyre.). Still, a really good read, and far more entertaining than International Law.

**O.k., I really need to go do homework. Or at least pretend to and lay on the couch and watch t.v.

Delicious

Why would anyone eat plain meat and potatoes?

My god. I love gravy.

Hi! It's Me!

So very cranky and bitter lately.

I'm trying to think positive thoughts and reduce expectations and still I want to smack people.

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I'm thinking of watching The Reaper in a couple of weeks.

I've got no shows right now. I'm Netflixing the Sopranos, which is good (DO NOT TELL ME HOW IT ENDS! I kind of know, but I don't want to know.) but that's about it.

I did get really sad when I was listening to XM the other day and heard a song that was on Gilmore Girls (I can't remember the name or even how it goes, but it was about a girl, or something - brain's not working so well lately). Why did that show have to be ruined? WHY?????

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Bonus GG quote:

Lorelai: So, let me get this straight. Uh, you and some guys who actually know what they're doing are gonna come over and fix my house, and I can pay them back whenever I want?
Luke: That's right.
Lorelia: 'Cause I'm Tony Soprano?
Luke: Only scarier.


See what I did there? I connected the two shows! Well, not me so much as ASP. But you get where I'm going with this, right?

A Little Bit About Me

I've been unbearably cranky the past couple of days.

Mainly, it's because I've got a ton of work (both house and school) to do, and I can't seem to get myself motivated to do any of it. Not one little bit.

I've noticed that I can do pretty much anything for a year, but once that one year mark closes in (give or take a few months depending on how tedious or hateful or exciting the thing I'm doing is) I'm done. Just seriously, totally done. I've lost interest and am looking at ways to do the least amount of work possible while still doing an adequate job and finding something MORE exciting to do.

I worry that things don't hold my attention. I mean, sure, I've been married to the same guy for 11 years and I've managed to not kick my daughter out the door because I've had enough for 10 years, but still. Other stuff? Not sticking to it very well. Not decorating plans, not hobbies (except reading, which I consider less a hobby than a means of sustaining life), and even blogging dropped by the wayside there for quite a while.

So that's my rambling anecdote for the day. I'm flighty.

Homework Interruptus

I'm sitting here, trying to read about property deeds (which I actually usually enjoy - I know, could there be a bigger nerd?) and I'm having a hard time focusing. It's Saturday, the weather's nice (the Kid and I went for a walk this morning and the suburbs looked so pretty!) and I'm inside reading.

I may go outside and sit on the deck and read and get some vitamin D (and UV rays) but I'm afraid I'll sneak out the Calvin & Hobbes book the Kid checked out from the library yesterday and fritter away the day. Mmmmm . . . fritters.

I got my hair cut yesterday. I didn't get the Eve Harrington look, because I forgot to bring the movie cover and my stylist (who is 12, I think) couldn't remember seeing the movie. Ah, kids. I also forgot my $10 off coupon, so that kind of sucked. But I have a cute hair cut, which is the important thing. Next time, I'll remember the video cover.

I read Calvin Trillin's About Alice last night. I love his writing, and I love their life together. I want that life, where they do all sorts of fun, important things and really, truly care about each other. I think, finally, that I'm at the point where I don't hate my husband all the time just because we're married (I'm not a fan of marriage, which is a knee-jerk reaction I'm trying to get over) and I'm actually happy to have someone (him) in my life, supporting me and wanting me to succeed. It's a new and interesting view, but it's sometimes hard to NOT dwell on the fact that the first 9 years of our marriage (and the previous 26 years of my life) were wasted hating something that could, in the right hands, be a good thing.

Am I making sense? Shall I talk about feoffment, instead?


GAH!!!!

I left the cap off my highlighter and look what I did to my arm and my book!!!!


















Stupid poetic justice.

School, Sweet School

So I'm on call tomorrow in my first class.
It's now 9:45pm.
I'm tired.
I haven't finished the reading.
The class is at 9:05am.
Ugh.


Also, still hot.

Pearls of Wisdom. Or something.

It's going to be buggerly hot tomorrow. I do not enjoy the heat at all, but I REALLY hate it when the calendar says September.

September is for sweaters and mini skirts and tights and warm boots.

NOT for wondering how bad the b.o. will be when you sweat through your suit walking from your car to work. That's just fucking wrong.

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In other news, I had a nice weekend and I hope you did, too.

I'm looking forward to next weekend (although I'm not NOT looking forward to this weekend) because I'm getting a haircut (Ann Baxter, here I come) and then I'm going to lunch with some friends.

"Just like girlfriends. With hats on!"

(Celeste Holm in All About Eve) (Yes, I'm still stuck on that)