Who's going to the movies today? Go on, guess! If you guessed NOT ME, you are 100% correct! I've decided the only way to assuage my disappointment over not getting to see The Incredibles today is to write, direct, and star in my own movie. I will be shamelessly ripping off the plot from The Incredibles, because I'm ambitious but not all that creative. The Intractables is a laugh-a-minute romp featuring the world's grumpiest family, called upon to behave normally for a mere 24 hours in order to attain the ultimate goal: getting to go to the movies. Meet the Intractables: Mama's special...
So, hi, friends, and newcomers from Blog Explosion. You do all realize that when you rate blogs, it's not anonymous, right? Because, um, I'm not gonna name any names, here, but some people who have me blogrolled have recently gone to Blog Explosion and given my little ol' blog a lousy rating. This leads me to believe one or more of the following: 1) You're stupid. 2) You have lousy taste. 3) Someone held a gun to your head and forced you to blogroll me (and really, if that happens? please contact the news because I think such a story would be fascinating), and then you thought you were...
I've decided to spruce up the pit a little. You know; if I'm gonna be spending most of my time down here, I may as well be comfortable. I've added imaginary flokati rugs and a groovy lava lamp, just because. On the non-fictitious side, I've finally dug out and dusted off my lightbox, and just spent my first half-hour of the season sitting in front of it. Now I am blind. But! So much happier! Well, not really. After about a week of consistent use, I will stop wanting to sleep all the time, though. Which will, of course, give me more time to lay on the rug eating candy and admiring my...
One of the joys of moving to public school and first grade is that Chickadee's world had suddenly expanded due to "Specialists." Every day her class "does a Specialist," which is grade-school-speak for going to music, or art, or gym. Part of the excitement is leaving the classroom and switching teachers as well as locales, making Specialist time quite special indeed. While most of the Specialists are doing similar things to what she did in private kindergarten last year, the attainment of a gymnasium full of equipment has been the pinnacle of exotic change. I struggle to follow along as she...
Chickadee has the day off from school today, and will be coming with me to the polls. I'm trying to figure out how to make this a learning experience without letting her catch on the to fact that I dread just about everything about election day. Maybe I can tell her that we vote and then we spend several days waiting to hear who really won and then everyone argues about it before, during, and after and that's just lots of FUN! No? Hmmm. I've also been informed that a decision will be made today about the That Job I'm Not Thinking About and I will hear tonight or tomorrow. So that, on top of...
... when you pinch your eyelid in your eyelash curler? ... when you forget to bring the packages you meant to mail on your way back from the appointment just beyond the post office? ... when the appointment "just beyond the post office" turns out to be about ten miles beyond the post office and you get lost--twice!--on your way there? ... when you go to what you think is the final interview in a loooong process and the person interviewing you says, "We're in the preliminary stages of talking to people, of course"? Me too. Happy &*#$^@ Monday.
I'm working on my positive thinking. My new glasses are still not ready. Laundry is threatening to take over my home. One child started to disrobe at the Dollar Store this afternoon, and the other one has started saying, "Whatever!" in response to anything I say that doesn't reinforce her need to be Queen of the Universe. Despite my fervent prayers for the six tons of leaves in my yard to perhaps just blow elsewhere, the task of yard clean-up is still waiting for me to get a grip and grab a rake, already. BUT. Our neighbor met me at the bus stop this afternoon, bulging bags in hand. She was...
If I had spent more than a few minutes reviewing my general luck and Blogger's track record thus far, I could've predicted that as soon as I signed up for Blog Explosion, all of BlogSpot would take a dive. I couldn't get into my blog all morning, and then this afternoon when pages started loading again, I couldn't get into the dashboard to post. Welcome, Blog Explosion visitors! This is my blog; chock full of "Page Not Found" juicy goodness. I hope you've enjoyed your visit and... hey! Where are you going?? When my new glasses come in? And I'm irresistable to men? The first thing I'm doing...
In case I haven't mentioned it--which I'm sure I haven't, on account of I've been so successful with my Great Plan--I have this Great Plan in place. It goes a little something like this: think about anything, anything at all, rather than thinking about the Perfect Job Which I Might In Fact Get But Maybe Not. If I think about it, I vacillate so rapidly between the unfamiliar glow of hope and a dark cloud of deep despair (because if I don't get this job? I give up) that I become very dizzy and need to lie down and also consume large amounts of carbohydrates. Hence the Great Plan. What am I...
