minutiae of the day.
-- M_ has decided that i look like woodstock, the bird from peanuts cartoons. i have no idea what this is about, nor do i see any likeness, but she's very insistent about it [pointing to sticker of said cartoon bird that she got at preschool:] “look! its mommy! mommy, its you!! look!!!”
umm, weirdness.
-- jamie, the best husband ever, brought home a couple get-well-soon gifts for me this evening: truman capote's in cold blood (which i've of course been wanting to read forever, as it combines two of my favorite things in the universe: literate, smartass gay men and true crime), and two pastries from some fancyshmantzy bakery joint in dupont circle (some sort of pear-laden pastry and a chocolate cakey one. mmm.....forbidden pastries...). jamie so rulz.
-- i had my very first random instance of being recognized in public for le sweetney today. while in line at the grocery store, no less. and my immediate thought was: oh my god, i hope this person doesn't see the complete crap i'm buying (okay, i did put the box of gingerbreadman cookies back, but still, preprocessed convenience foodstuffs comprised the bulk of our spread on the little grocery store conveyor belt thingy. internet, i am lazy and probably somewhat vitamin deficient. do you still love me?).
-- if i have to listen to tyra banks say the increasingly cringeworthy word “fierce” one more time i'm going to have to fiercely throttle her boney supermodel ass. oh, and p.s., will someone please inform ms. banks that she is NOT oprah? having a talk show and ceaselessly professing yourself to be just one of the girls, yo, does not an oprah make. no, you also need a lifelong weight problem and a quadrillion fucking dollars. and a publishing empire. and a very real shot at the presidency (if you wanted it, of course. but why would you want to deal with all that bureaucracy when you could just BUY change?). so check yourself, skeletor.
-- if you're anything like me (meaning if you're, uhh, depressive and anxiety-ridden), you might wanna check this out.









Thanks for this last item on anxiety/depression. I just started Lexapro today after just over 3 years without meds. Let the healing begin...
Posted by: christina | November 03, 2005 at 12:44 AM
Re: Worry:
I saw a "professional" about my ruM_tion of various things and my extreme stress, including that my son had just been diagnosed with PDD-NOS (an autistic spectrum disorder) and his response was two-fold:
1) "You are clearly not cut out to be a stay-at-home mother"
Um, even if I were a working mother, I would worry about my sons and their well-being. Do you mean I shouldn't be a mother, period?
2) "As long as you aren't acting in a negative way from any of your thoughts, it doesn't matter what you are thinking."
I really wanted to punch the guy. My ruM_ting thoughts weren't of suicide (if they were, then they would treat me.) Instead, they were keeping me up with worry. But this guy couldn't understand why I couldn't just "forget it" and go to sleep. Um, that is why I am seeing you, yo?
Posted by: Kari | November 03, 2005 at 01:15 AM
Jesus, Kari. Wow.
Yeah, that "forget it and go to sleep" thing works SOOOO well. Damn.
Yeah, "fierce" is far more vomitous than the "ferocious" and "fabulous" she also tosses about. And a clip show? For serious? Cheap.
Posted by: supa | November 03, 2005 at 02:00 AM
meanwhile I couldn't help but notice the stories at the bottom of the article - - breast cancer, brain cancer, "Will Big Babies be Fat Adults?", "Why You Should Worry About Avian Flu" Gah! In addition to lexapro and xanax, I find staying away from the news decreases my anxiety levels tremndously ;-)
Posted by: christina/dreaming of sugar | November 03, 2005 at 02:09 AM
i love you. seriously. i don't even watch ATNM, but now i feel i must. or must not. can't decide.
and i worry therefore i am.
Posted by: jenB | November 03, 2005 at 02:52 AM
jenB: Must get on the ATNM bandwagon. It is incredibly fun. ;-)
Posted by: Kari | November 03, 2005 at 03:21 AM
Er, ANTM, rather. (I spelled it like you did.)
Posted by: Kari | November 03, 2005 at 03:22 AM
In Cold Blood was the first gift I ever gave my husband. Nothing like gay-fabulous crime to get a relationship going!
I had just finished reading it, and wanted to share so badly I just got him his own copy.
Posted by: Paige | November 03, 2005 at 09:09 AM
I didn't notice what you were buying, but I'll confess I was there for popcorn and ice cream (tough day, DVDs waiting at home).
PS- M_ has the market cornered on cuteness.
Posted by: Rachael | November 03, 2005 at 09:20 AM
i'm particularly irritated by the ANTM clip show because now i know what the fuck is going on, and am probably HOOKED FOR LIFE. or at least until the season's over. i'd never seen it before! GRRR...
"okay, now look like a baby!" tyra fucking banks. heh.
and what the fuck is up with the LOST reruns?
Posted by: debbie | November 03, 2005 at 12:15 PM
Hey, at least you didn't get recognized at the grocery store as Woodstock!
Posted by: Belinda | November 03, 2005 at 08:59 PM