• I'm not dead yet.
• High school is still kicking my ass. Naturally, I don't mean my high school; I mean my son's. A brief recap: in place of Plan A (he does his homework and gets good grades) we've moved from Plan B (he does his homework, gets help from his parents, and gets good grades) to Plan C (he does his homework, gets help from his parents and the free school tutors and gets good grades.) The good news is it seems to be working. The bad news is that Plan C involves getting him to school at about 7:00 a.m., which means the chaffeuse has to be up at before 6:00.
• I'm actually getting used to it. Proof? This morning I got up before 7:00.
• However, I'm relying even more than usual on enormous amounts of caffeine to get through the day.
• My son was also in two concerts last week: Freshman Boys Chorus and Freshman Orchestra. He sang a solo in Freshman Chorus. I was so proud that every button popped off my blouse. Metaphorically speaking.
• Literally speaking, every button only pops off my blouse when I'm at a funeral.
• This actually happened. More on this on one of those long, dull winter evenings. When I have time to blog. Which will apparently happen when my son graduates from high school.
• The most cruelly disappointing moment of the week occurred when we sat down to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer and realized that we'd forgotten to return the DVDs we'd finished the weekend before, which meant that we only had two episodes to watch.
• In related news, last night I went to bed at 10:00 p.m.
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Life can be very cruel.
I'm on the Nordstrom website. Even as we speak, another tab on my laptop has an entire department store open and ready for businesss. (And if you're reading this in my archives? It's still true.)
But oh Nordie's. Take thy beak from out my heart. These
are sold out in my size.
And this
is no longer available in red.
But oh Nordie's. Take thy beak from out my heart. These
are sold out in my size.
And this
is no longer available in red.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Today I am
... reading A Cotswold Killing by Rebecca Tope. It's a murder mystery I picked up in England. In the Cotswolds, actually. Yes, I am actually that much of a dink.
By the way, you know how American TV is always ripping off British shows? I think I'm going to write A Costco Killing. Yes, I just thought of that comic gem. And it's only the first category. Stick around.
Oh, and Mike, by P. G. Wodehouse, which I downloaded for free from Amazon for my iPod's Kindle app. If you have any interest whatsoever in public domain literature, (i.e., old shit that uses big words,) you should check out free e-readers like Kindle and Stanza and that one from Barnes and Noble. Trust me. You'll never be bored again.
... listening to Desolation Island by Patrick O'Brian from Audible.com. I've already read the book a couple of times and listened to Patrick Tull read it, but I have a massive audiobook hard-on for Simon Vane and felt a strong need to hear all 21 of the Aubrey/Maturin novels as read by him. Yes, I am actually that much of a dink, part deux.
... watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer via Netflix DVDs. My husband and I are catching up with awesome, cult-worthy shows that were on TV when we were busy wrangling toddlers into their footie pajamas.
It turns out that we love Buffy. We're totally addicted and begrudge every moment we can't fire up the flat screen, light the candles, pour the drinks, curl up on our giant brown velvet sofa, and head to Sunnydale, CA. We're finishing up Season 3.
And now I hear Spike will be coming back. I can't wait.
... eating leftover party food from last Saturday's Halloween party. Yes, still. I've got a bunch of containers of pulled pork and chili in the freezer. I also have innumerable bags of Goldfish and pretzels and such. Honestly, I could go another three or four days without cooking a thing, but tonight I gave everyone a break and made spaghetti with meat sauce. Tomorrow it's back to leftovers.
... drinking red wine. Shiraz. So yummy and yet, not particularly fattening.
... making a heroic effort not to let my children drive me crazy. So far I'm triumphing over insanity. No thanks to them.
... waiting for this incredible spell of damp, rainy, overcast weather to finally end. In case you haven't heard, Chicago is the new Seattle, except with fewer hipsters drinking less coffee.
... wondering whether my kids are ever going to develop any study habits.
... hoping they will because, hello, the Buffy Season 3 two-part "Graduation" episodes are supposed to be awesome.
... thinking that somebody needs to invent a laundry-folding machine.
By the way, you know how American TV is always ripping off British shows? I think I'm going to write A Costco Killing. Yes, I just thought of that comic gem. And it's only the first category. Stick around.
Oh, and Mike, by P. G. Wodehouse, which I downloaded for free from Amazon for my iPod's Kindle app. If you have any interest whatsoever in public domain literature, (i.e., old shit that uses big words,) you should check out free e-readers like Kindle and Stanza and that one from Barnes and Noble. Trust me. You'll never be bored again.
... listening to Desolation Island by Patrick O'Brian from Audible.com. I've already read the book a couple of times and listened to Patrick Tull read it, but I have a massive audiobook hard-on for Simon Vane and felt a strong need to hear all 21 of the Aubrey/Maturin novels as read by him. Yes, I am actually that much of a dink, part deux.
... watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer via Netflix DVDs. My husband and I are catching up with awesome, cult-worthy shows that were on TV when we were busy wrangling toddlers into their footie pajamas.
It turns out that we love Buffy. We're totally addicted and begrudge every moment we can't fire up the flat screen, light the candles, pour the drinks, curl up on our giant brown velvet sofa, and head to Sunnydale, CA. We're finishing up Season 3.
And now I hear Spike will be coming back. I can't wait.
... eating leftover party food from last Saturday's Halloween party. Yes, still. I've got a bunch of containers of pulled pork and chili in the freezer. I also have innumerable bags of Goldfish and pretzels and such. Honestly, I could go another three or four days without cooking a thing, but tonight I gave everyone a break and made spaghetti with meat sauce. Tomorrow it's back to leftovers.
... drinking red wine. Shiraz. So yummy and yet, not particularly fattening.
... making a heroic effort not to let my children drive me crazy. So far I'm triumphing over insanity. No thanks to them.
... waiting for this incredible spell of damp, rainy, overcast weather to finally end. In case you haven't heard, Chicago is the new Seattle, except with fewer hipsters drinking less coffee.
... wondering whether my kids are ever going to develop any study habits.
... hoping they will because, hello, the Buffy Season 3 two-part "Graduation" episodes are supposed to be awesome.
... thinking that somebody needs to invent a laundry-folding machine.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Some days are just out to get you.
I had to go to physical therapy this morning. And write two blog posts--one for Mamarazzi and one for BlogHer. And go grocery shopping. And take my daughter 's lunch to school.
So I thought, hey, why not pick her up some tuna rolls in the sushi department at the grocery store? So I did. Even though it's a bit Molly Ringwald in The Breakfast Club to have sushi for lunch.
I packed the tuna rolls up in a clear plastic lunch tote with a vanilla cream pastry from the Croatian bakery and a bag of purple seedless grapes. I dropped them off about 45 minutes before the lunch bell rang. I felt--for once--like a good mom.
Well, a friend of mine who works at the school just called me to tell me that my daughter never picked up her lunch. My friend had my daughter paged, and when she came into the office, my daughter told my friend that it was too late. So my friend put the lunch into the refrigerator. And I'm pretty sure my daughter scrounged the equivalent of a Pixi Stik and Cap'n Crunch sandwich from her friends.
Now, if this were an O. Henry short story, there would be some kind of interesting twist ... but this is a P. Buxom blog post, so I leave you with the following:
Guess who's having leftover tuna rolls for dinner?
1. My daughter
2. Me
If you picked 2, you are wrong, wrong, wrong. Because I'm having a cocktail. Maybe three.
So I thought, hey, why not pick her up some tuna rolls in the sushi department at the grocery store? So I did. Even though it's a bit Molly Ringwald in The Breakfast Club to have sushi for lunch.
I packed the tuna rolls up in a clear plastic lunch tote with a vanilla cream pastry from the Croatian bakery and a bag of purple seedless grapes. I dropped them off about 45 minutes before the lunch bell rang. I felt--for once--like a good mom.
Well, a friend of mine who works at the school just called me to tell me that my daughter never picked up her lunch. My friend had my daughter paged, and when she came into the office, my daughter told my friend that it was too late. So my friend put the lunch into the refrigerator. And I'm pretty sure my daughter scrounged the equivalent of a Pixi Stik and Cap'n Crunch sandwich from her friends.
Now, if this were an O. Henry short story, there would be some kind of interesting twist ... but this is a P. Buxom blog post, so I leave you with the following:
Guess who's having leftover tuna rolls for dinner?
1. My daughter
2. Me
If you picked 2, you are wrong, wrong, wrong. Because I'm having a cocktail. Maybe three.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
How some of us celebrate Halloween
Some of us celebrate Halloween by cleaning house and putting up decorations. All wholesome and old-fashioned-like.But Poppette sees Halloween as an opportunity to add to her YouTube channel. After all, people are dressing up in outrageous costumes. Why miss a golden opportunity to make
FYI, her co-star is a Frankenstein/witch/cheerleader/dog. Poppette is a Fallen Angel.
I did her makeup. And I'm bucking for an Oscar.
(If you go to YouTube and leave her a comment or a thumbs-up, I'll be your best friend 4EVA.)
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday Bullets
Yeah, OK. I'm stealing the idea of Friday bullets from Badger. So sue me.
• It's been raining. And raining. To the point where I've been tweeting about the weather, for God's sake.
• My in-laws are coming for the weekend. Should I clean the house?
• My frozen shoulder (a/k/a adhesive capsulitis) is acting up. Can I blame my dirty house on it?
• We're all going to see Fabrice Camels dance the part of Othello in the Joffrey Ballet's new production. Would it be in bad taste for me to drool all over myself?
• A bunch of us are having dinner first. Would it be far-fetched of me to blame the drool on the meal? Even hours afterwards?
• I posted to Mamarazzi today. Don't worry. It's not about Balloon Boy.
• Later, taters. I'm off to physical therapy. Wheee!
• It's been raining. And raining. To the point where I've been tweeting about the weather, for God's sake.
• My in-laws are coming for the weekend. Should I clean the house?
• My frozen shoulder (a/k/a adhesive capsulitis) is acting up. Can I blame my dirty house on it?
• We're all going to see Fabrice Camels dance the part of Othello in the Joffrey Ballet's new production. Would it be in bad taste for me to drool all over myself?
• A bunch of us are having dinner first. Would it be far-fetched of me to blame the drool on the meal? Even hours afterwards?
• I posted to Mamarazzi today. Don't worry. It's not about Balloon Boy.
• Later, taters. I'm off to physical therapy. Wheee!
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