After having some conversations with fellow hometown bloggy girls, and getting harrassed by CJ (which I really don’t mind at all, honestly), I am blogging right now. Just to do it. I have nothing to say, other than I love Pandora and Twitter now. I think Twitter has kind of taken over for my blog.
My children have all become excellent readers, but they don’t always want to stick with a book. They abandon books a lot, or it seems that way. I mentioned on Twitter that I had read “Coraline” aloud to my kids (who are 5, 7, and 8) and parts of other books like Wicked, because they just enjoy those kinds of stories, but they don’t have the patience to read them on their own.
So Neil Gaiman–and I am not making this up–sent me a message on Twitter that my kids might enjoy these other books by Diana Wynne Jones and Daniel Pinkwater. I was geeking out over getting an @ message from @neilhimself but my husband could not appreciate it. I was so excited but it felt empty somehow. Anyway, I ordered some of those books that Neil recommended, and look forward to finding out how many frakking AR points they are (do you know how I hate AR?).
My van is making weird noises. It sounds very dissatisfied with life. I am too comfortable in not having a car payment, though. I really don’t want a car payment and so I will keep driving it, getting the oil changed and such to keep it less miserable.
We have a puppy. He poops a lot. And barks a lot. And he’s adorable, too, and bugs the crap out of our elderly dog. sometimes she doesn’t mind it, but sometimes she bites back. He is still too much of a male to get the picture.
Had a fun night out last weekend with Charnita, who also neglects her blog. And then I ran into Leigh, another blog-neglector, in Publix today. We are in bloggy funks. Maybe we’ll start a girl band called the BloggyFunx.
CJ demanded that I blog today. Hmph.
One of my kids has had strep. Again. She’s finally back at school, and I am fighting the funk big time. Last week I went to a spinning class for the first time in about 18 months and loved it, but haven’t been back since. I’m frustrated and rut-y. The construction people are still working on our house. So far the siding looks fabulous but I’m irritated that they don’t seem to get one whole area done at a time. It’s sort of like I am doing the work myself because that’s how I do things–in bits and pieces.
Another irritant–literally–is the cigarette smoke. I support the right for adults to smoke cigarettes on their own property, and for business owners to choose to let them do so. I don’t mind if these guys smoke at their car or on the driveway (the kids aren’t allowed to hang out there now, obviously, with all the equipment there). But they smoked right in front of my front door when they were working on the front siding, so when the door opened it was like an ashtray. They even smoked on the ladders when working on the windows, letting the smoke come in. It was nasty. If I wanted a house that smelled like cigarettes, I’d smoke inside, thanks. Or invite someone who smokes to smoke inside. But most of the smokers I know hate the smell and don’t smoke in their own houses. Imagine.
I have been subbing in high schools and it’s awesome. I go back at the end of the week again. I can’t wait until my husband can drive his car again (four more weeks, the doctor says) and the renovation is through so I can work more. His job situation is still up in the air and it’s an endless source of bad feelings. Not because he’s done something wrong. I just don’t understand the “business world” I guess. Things that are common courtesy in everyday life seem to be thrown out the window in corporate situations.
See, nothing interesting. I go to my head doctor on Monday and will ask to up my stimulant dose. I think it’s time. This weekend my daughters are going to my sister-in-law’s for a big sleepover, so we are giong to paint my son’s bedroom and I may take him to see Coraline in 3D. I am dying to see it. I even have a metal Coraline lunchbox with a matching Thermos. And now I have six or eight weeks until Fringe comes back, so I will have to make do with Big Love, Sarah Connor, and the new show Dollhouse until then.
Yes, yes, we got through Thanksgiving and Christmas with minor trauma and lots of fun and good memories.
On January 8, my husband broke his collarbone yet again. This time it was mountain biking at Oak Mountain during daylight hours, not riding over foresty bumps in a park in Cullman in the dark like back in 2005. Still, it required the same surgery he had before. So in addition to him losing his job in November (right before Thanksgiving, but the good news for us is that he was still able to draw a few paychecks) he also can’t drive, shower, or pick things up. I love him anyway. And you know, of course, that the man has rigged a way to play Guitar Hero World Tour with one arm and a very tender clavicle.
I am beginning my substitute teaching career. This may give me better insight as to whether or not I want to pursue my graduate studies in education. I have my areas of interest but have opened myself up to subbing in nearly every grade level and area.
Everyone in the house, including the dog now, has been sick lately.
We were diligent enough in not spending our money to get new siding. Thank God, because the current siding is literally falling off the house. Big chunks are on the driveway right now. We should start in a day or two. It helps to have a good friend in the business, too. This is the same guy who hosted us at his log cabin near Nantahala National Forest in North Carolina for New Year’s.
In Scouting news, it’s Blue & Gold Banquet time and Girl Scout Cookie time! I got the GS Cookie hookup if you want some. Just let me know.
Oh…and laundry is still taking over the house but I am betting it’s gonna come down with the fever virus or something too. I can only hope.
And you know, though I am pretty staunchly a libertarian in my political philosophies, I am excited about Barack Obama’s inauguration on Tuesday. How can I not be excited about it? While I don’t think he is going to solve all the problems, I don’t think he’s a messiah of any kind…I am giddy about changes that might be made. I am realistic and understand that the kind of nation, founded on laws and not men, that I dream of will not exist in my lifetime. So it’s nice that if we depend on men instead of laws, that we can be depending on a good man.
Wow. I apologize for being absent. I got my meds straightened out, got to spend last weekend with my mom getting a massage and makeover, and then got my hair cut and colored. I talked my husband into getting us us a 50 inch plasma television. Then today, after the spending spree, my husband’s company announced they’re laying off 6,000 people. He survived the first round of layoffs, but this time it’s making BBC World News and and CNET and all that. I think his luck may be running out.
Let me talk about my massage experience at Santa Fe Day Spa at Village at Lee Branch. It was faaaaab. I scheduleda couples’ massage for me and my mom. The therapists were calming, professional, and used the right pressure. We sat in the steam room for a while and it was great.
Then we went to Sephora at the Galleria. Mom had wanted to try Bare Escentuals so we did that. I ended up with a nice cream eyeliner from Smashbox that works nicely with my eyes. I had a mojito at Ruby Tuesday that was the second-best drink I’ve ever had (first was the chocolate cake martini in Kona). We stayed at a so-so hotel and drove around in her little silver Porsche Boxster. We ended the night with a killer game of Super Scrabble where I scored over 400 points and mom over 300 points.
Tuesday had me at Sha Salon getting my layers cut. It had been a year since a cut. We cut more layers than length and it looks great. Wednesday I went back for color and went darker. It’s fantastic. I love it. I recommend Sha Salon to anyone. Rachel is who does our hair.
Next week is Twilight, which is the Big Deal I’m waiting for. Saturday the family will compete in a cyclocross race. Fun times.
The Twilight soundtrack was released to stores today. After I went to vote for Bob Barr, I drove myself to Best Buy–right now driving is a little dangerous since my van is all sputtery for some reason–and picked it up. I already knew the titles on the album, and had heard a few of the cuts already. Perry Farrell’s “Go All the Way (Into the Twilight)” and Paramore’s “Decode” had been on the movie site for a while. I was most interested in two songs: Rob Pattinson’s original composition, “Don’t Think,” and the Carter Burwell composition “Bella’s Lullaby.” Wow–no disappointment there. I am quite touched and impressed by both pieces.
Each CD comes with a poster on the reverse of the liner notes. Mine is James. Eh. I am interested in how his character comes out in the movie, though.
So I have read Twilight about 11 times now, not to mention the other three in the series. I have my movie ticket, my movie friends to see the movie with, and my soundtrack. Plus an unhealthy obsession with the band Muse, which would have happened eventually given how much I love Radiohead and Arcade Fire.
Now I can no longer ignore the mess of my house. I am also knee deep in NaNoWriMo, and finding myself equally disturbed and intrigued by these characters that are coming out on the screen. My biggest setback right now is my urge to edit while I’m writing. Trying to remember that it’s a draft, the first of probably ten or twelve or something, is hard.
Hope you voted!
I just bought my tickets for the midnight showing of Twilight on Thursday, November 20. I can hardly contain my excitement. I just checked myself in the mirror and my eyes are all wild. Okay, okay, that’s because I started back on the Focalin. Still. I am giddy. I called my friend Melissa and told her I was getting our tickets. Woo hoo. Got tickets to Twilight. Hopefully there will be no teenagers there that night, since it’s a school night.
I am sure I’ll be high the whole day waiting for it. And then, within two hours, it will all be over. Kind of like the Morrissey concert, though that does live forever in my heart. And I can get the Twilight DVD.
Also, November is National Novel Writing Month. Join the challenge if you’re not a chicken.
On the drive home from Cub Scouts tonight, my son and I had an interesting exchange. I had the Muse CD Black Holes and Revelations playing. We were on track seven, “Assassin.” My son, who’s eight, commented, “this sounds a lot like track seven on Radiohead’s In Rainbows CD. It has a similar melody.”
Why yes, my child, it does. This is a kid who thinks the White Stripes suck and gets annoyed with Arcade Fire (though he will handle large doses of Dream Theater with his dad before asking for something different). The only music we can seem to agree on is Muse and Radiohead. An odd circumstance when dealing with a third grader.
The camping trip with the little girls was actual real fun. Watching some of the other Girl Scouts of similar ages bicker and tattle most of the time made me feel good that my girls don’t really do that. It helps that we’re a little group, I guess, but also the girls play together outside of Girl Scouts and I think that helps my cause.
I discovered yet another downside to being fat: those mummy sleeping bags that are so awesomely cozy do not fit around all of my body. From the boobs up I had to cover myself with a friend’s fleece blanket (a lovely goldfish print). This is sad because really more than anything else I can outside, I love camping. I realize the logical thing would be to take the weight off. I hope to, but I also think I need another sleeping bag. Surely there are other fat people who sleep in sleeping bags. I need to find out where these other fat people buy their sleeping bags. I wonder how I’ll find out. I can approach them at the outdoor store, I suppose, and say, “you’re about my size. Where do you get your sleeping bags?”
That may be too similar to, “you look about my wife’s size. Will you try this piece of lingerie on for me, please, so I can get an idea of how it will fit her?”
Sleeping bags, lingerie, it’s all nylon anyway.
Otherwise, I was very proud of my troop. They had planned the dinner and breakfast menus themselves, did a good portion of cleaning our cabin afterwards (vacuuming, sweeping, packing up their own stuff), and got along so well. Not like sisters, because sisters fight. More like cousins.
Now I’ve been home for 12 hours, showered, gone to the store, fixed supper, taken a short nap, spent some quality time with my husband, and done a little laundry. Time to settle into Breaking Dawn and see what kind of strange dreams I can have tonight. (Last week I had a really vivid dream starring one of my old friends from high school that I’d always been secretly in love with–the way I was secretly in love with all of my high school friends, honestly–and it went beyond interesting. A little awkward since we married folk sometimes like to pretend we’d never have a sex dream about someone besides our spouse.)
Also, Ben & Jerry’s Pumpkin Cheesecake ice cream is so wonderful. Had I not been missing my husband so badly lately, on any other night, I might have been able to skip over the horizontal fellowship and just stick with the ice cream. It’s really that good.
Wow. I really cannot describe the weird funk I am in. Part of the problem is that I haven’t been taking my medication like I should, so of course I’m not focusing. Part of the problem is that I am lazy. I also allow myself to feel defeated and deflated. I am happy with most of what I’ve done with my life, as far as staying home to be with my kids and even now, with them in school, being around to do stuff at school for their teachers and even have some social time to myself during the day (God knows I don’t get it at night–all mothers know that the job doesn’t end, even when dads seem to declare themselves off duty for the night). Okay, so most of my social time revolves around school stuff or scouts, too, but that’s okay. They’re people I like. I like spending my time with people who are dedicated to the same ideals I am.
But I have let myself get too fat. I can’t find outdoorsy clothing in my size in the stores. I have to order it. I can’t keep up like I want to. I have this private goal that involves leaving the continental united states and doing some exploring–and no, SSA, it has nothing to do with Sarah Palin! honestly–and I can’t do it at this weight. I don’t have the stamina to do the things I want to do.
I have been saying this for years and continue down the road to early morbidity.
This weekend I am taking my Girl Scouts camping. I will have to work hard to keep up. That’s fine. They will be understanding and cheer me on or something cute like that. But it shouldn’t be like that.
There are some things to be excited about, though.
- My husband has hinted that he’d like to take a few years off his current career and do something that I think is much more worthwhile, though the pay is a lot less. We’d have to save a lot, and that’s something we’ve gotten good at over the last few years.
- My younger daughter is riding to camp tomorrow with a friend of mine from high school. We rediscovered each other when our girls ended up in the same troop. Even though we went years without seeing each other, I love that our daughters play together. Someday maybe they’ll write melodramatic teenage poetry, too, like we did.
- One of the mothers coming on our camp out is also one of my closest friends, so I will get to spend more time with her.
- The Girl Scout troop seems to be falling into place, and if I could only get to where I was involved more in my troop than with the bigger picture, I’d be happier. Fortunately, all the people involved in the “bigger picture” where we do scouting are people worth spending time with.
- I’m also *this close* to having my substitute teaching license approved and going to orientation, so I will have a way to make a little money here and there when I want to work.
- My good friend Sarah is having a healthy baby girl soon, and we’ll hopefully get together before then.
- I have a short weekend with my mom coming up that I am so excited about. We don’t get time together any more, and I think I am going to surprise her with something luxurious. I know it won’t involve male strippers or fondue, but other than that, I have a lot to work with.
Okay, counting the good things helped me feel a little better. I am still buried beneath the laundry and need to clean my car out. The rain has let up so now might be a good time to abandon WordPress and Arcade Fire (have I ever told you how much I love my iPod?) and go do that.
Seems like lots of friends are dealing with big changes in family and health situations right now. I feel blessed to be in a stable situation, with improving health. Can’t say the same for my poor dog, who can hardly even walk down the hall without peeing all over herself now, but you know…
I have to say I’m feeling owned. It’s my fault, mostly. I do allow myself to get talked into doing things, even when I know better. It’s true that I like volunteering for things. That’s sort of my hobby, the way my husband builds, races, and rides bicycles. This is something in my personality that cannot be changed. I also like to read, and have been indulging myself in the guilty pleasures that are Stephenie Meyer’s books. If I had it my way, these would be the two things I’d do all the time. I don’t groan any more that I don’t have time for a hobby. I’m not the crafting type, though I’ve tried. I’m not athletic. So this is what I do.
But i have let it get out of control and need to gather myself. I’ve missed being involved in Cub Scouts with my son the last year and a half because Girl Scouts has taken over. I really wanted to be a troop leader and enjoy it, and I think I do a good job (now–I was not very effective my first year). But other responsibilities in that vein are taking over my life, only because I’m letting them. On top of being a sucker, I also am terrible at time management. I’m notorious for procrastination and it shows.