- the claw! the claw is our master! [via screenhead]
- The Kid’s loving the Seuss these days.
- me likey.
- i feel queasy.
- hilarious. watch the “video documentation”…
- danger will robinson! time wasting ahoy!
- NSFW. fuuuuunny.
links for 2006-03-28
03/28/2006 By
Meandering Monday Morning Mutterings (By Dr. Seuss).
03/27/2006 By
The entire household is sick with some sort of run-of-the-mill cold-like item. The Kid’s been down with It since Friday, so I still took her to her (new, Jesus-ridden) preschool this morning, which might make me one of those bad Typhoid Mary-type moms who willingly spreads pestilence in the face of spending an entire day home with a crabby, runny-nosed preschooler, but I’m clinging to the idea that after 48 hours she’s no longer contagiously hazardous to other’s healths. Besides, today was Dress Up Like Your Favorite Nursery Rhyme Character day at school, and I know for certain that years from now The Kid would be using her missing that against me. “I wouldn’t have become a heroin-addicted prostitute if only you’d let me go to the Nursery Rhyme Dress-Up Day, Mom! I LEARNED FROM WATCHING YOU!” [insert dramatic orchestral swelling]
This morning, however, our preparations for school were more aligned with the wearing-down, persistent agonies employed by medieval torturers than one might expect from a Happy Fun Dress-Up Day, as The Kid HATED the clothes I picked out for her to wear as Mary of Mary Had A Little Lamb fame, and fought my application of them to her person like a rabid squirrel trapped in a wire cage. This costume was nothing elaborate mind you, just a simple dress and sweater, tights and Mary Janes. But she whined and struggled and resisted throughout getting dressed: “But I want to wear comfy pants and a t-shirt, Mommy!” Obviously this signals my daughter’s budding lesbianism… NOT THAT THERE’S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
A Little Self-Flagellation Before I Go Grocery Shopping. Enjoy!
03/24/2006 By
Its pointless to post something at 4:30 on a Friday. Everyone is going home, going out, going going gone from the interweb. But.
I think my medication has stopped working. Has anyone else had a kind of sudden, abrupt feeling of seratonin cut-off with Effexor? Because as of about two days ago I’ve been riding waves of panic-attack anxiety, a chest-tightening dread. And then there’s the Not Sleeping; jolting at 3:30am with a kind of searing, taunting wakefulness that will not be denied. Along with this we have the daytime drowsing that never quite turns into restful sleep. I lay on the couch, look at the ceiling, the drapes, the mixed texture of cat and dog hair clinging to the couch… but my brain keeps on talking to itself instead of shutting up and letting me doze off. Stupid brain.
When I was younger it was a running joke in my family that during every holiday break from school I’d invariably get sick. It was as if my body clung desperately to health until the moment came when My Work Was Done Here, and I could allow myself to succumb to whatever pestilence happened to be drifting about in our atmosphere. Maybe that’s what’s happening here: after a few loathsome weeks of coping I’ve finally and definitively allowed myself to go under, to be overcome by the badness I’ve been holding at bay for the sake of survival. Hrmm.
Right now The Kid is sitting on the floor, safety scissors in hand, randomly making cuts in some construction paper. “I’m making a card for my papa.” A card of shards and angles and tears. And sweetness, of course. But I can’t help think what bad luck she’s had, getting a Mom so ill-equipped to deal with simply living, so unable to just be that calm, stable center of her world that she so badly needs.
The Longer The Joke Goes On, The Funnier It Gets (Well, To Me Anyway).
03/24/2006 By
Courtesy of the Fark SoaP photoshop contest:
More SoaP-related news from EWonline and The Hollywood Reporter. [Props to Ventura Mom for the heads-up on the latter!]
WHEEEE!
RE: Your Need To Know.
03/23/2006 By
Obviously ya’ll needed to be hepped to the following:
Music: Clea Hantman is such a busy little bee it makes my head all spiny just thinking about it. She runs two MP3 blogs chock full o’ goodness: (sm)all ages (awesome music for kids and parents alike), and yer little sister (indie/alt/punk mp3 blog). She’s also a writer, and clearly doesn’t sleep much. Or at all.
Couture: My friend Debbie now has a site, 60 Bugs, devoted to selling her very cool hand-embroidered clothes for babies and toddlers (plus some awesome stitched pillowcases). Buy, buy, buy!
Sweetneydom: I’m having some difficulties with comment spam filters I recently implemented, which sometimes leads to valid comments getting snagged and shuffled off to comment purgatory (which I can retrieve them from, but its a manual process and I’m not checking it hourly or anything), thus leading to a delay in some comments getting published. SO: if a comment of yours doesn’t appear to be showing up, please don’t wig out. I’ll (eventually) see it and push it through, and in time these kinks will straighten themselves out. Werd up.
