tag…

…I’m it; okay Bookhart I’ll dive in on the meme, but you have to comment! I’m all sad about no comments. Sniff. Feeling like the Amish Shunned.

20 things you (probably) don’t know about me (actually definitely don’t know, as I’m unknown):

1. I will NEVER be a minimalist.

2. Not sure anymore what the real color of my hair is–

3. I love red wine (actually, all sorts of stranger might know this about me).

4. I love Bumbles, and have one of my very own as of last Christmas (thanks to e-bay and my sweet daughter)– Bumbles bounce!

5. My piecrust rocks.

6. I once tried to make gravy in a microwave (sixteen, trying to feed and hence impress boyfriend).

7. Sonic corndogs make me smile.

8. I still want two more kids.

9. I love to fold t-shirts.

10. I am a bumper sticker person.

11. I love the smell of my littlest’s neck.

12. Data, Worf, and Picard are seriously sexy (Data once saved my son in a dream).

13. Billy Crudup is serious crush material– especially in ‘Stage Beauty’.

14. Music makes me move; I’m too hyper to sit down at concerts.

15. I am addicted to puzzles– crossword, sudoku, anagrams.

16. My babies tell me I’m two clicks left of a nerd. I LOVE my macs!

17. I remember being baptized at nine months.

18. is one of my favorite numbers, along with 4.

19. Country & western music* makes me want to bitch-slap someone. *Progressive country is exempt

20. I am in love with Su Lin

21. (for Extra Credit) I have very cute toes.

ch-ch-changes

So, while attempting to lure Old Friend into becoming a fellow blogger, I elicited the following response:

“Okay,very cute, but “dick flicks”? It sounds like you’re in to porn. I imagine you will get many colorful responses. Did I mention that you have way too much time on your hands.”

So ‘dick flicks’ has become ‘boy movies’. Sigh. It never occurred to me. It’s always been about Denzel Washington in ‘Mo Better Blues’, saying “it’s a dick thing, baby”. Hence, dick movies. One of the three reasons my husband fell in love with me.

As to time, well, whatever. As if.

What would you do if you could freeze time, with zero consequences? Me, I’d take a big old hairy nap. Then I’d figure out the Clever Christmas Card that the babies have come to expect from the mama. Then another nap. Then two books, one painting session, some graphic art, and another nap. No cleaning– the dust bunnies would be frozen, too.

the cat just peed on my suitcase

Not really, but I thought he did for a second, and that counts.

More thoughts for the day:

I want to be Samantha in Bewitched and totally redo the leaky old cabin into 1960s splendor, but my Darrin wouldn’t mind the magic. He’d worship me and give me many footrubs.

My husband is damn cute, but he stole my favorite lacrosse t-shirt (note: that’s ‘lacrosse’ not ‘lacoste’).

Blogging is much more fun than cleaning the house.

Must finish ‘Snow’ today. Painfully slow at times, and ‘The Confederacy of Dunces’ is calling me for a reread. I need a little Ignatius fix.

I want a Buffy movie, and in it she needs to have huge fun sex with Spike. Also, she would be nice to Spike. Me likey Spikey. AND I want Tara back from the dead.

My littlest is so damn cute, and she loves her Golden. They are inseparable. While we were on the marine biology trip, the Jujube went under the bed and wouldn’t come out until the littlest arrived home.

Eddie Albert is a grumpy fuck on ‘Green Acres’ (apparently someone is blogging from her every-so-comfy bed, while TVland is on the telly) but still it’s hard to turn off b/c I love how Eva G. says ‘Olivah’, and the Jujube (who jumped on the bed with the littlest) is watching. She likes Arnold the Pig. Arnold is wearing an aviator helmet, glasses, and scarf. He’s quite spiffy.

I love my bed

I love my bed, and my pillows, and the ceiling fan, and the incredibly yummy sleep I had last night.

Our plane landed about 10:15 last night, and after handing off the kids to their parents and MANY hugs from the family, we arrived home to– my bed!

The marine biology lab was incredible. The kids were great– the weather was beautiful– the snorkeling was amazing. I didn’t see a manatee, but learned a lot.

The beds, however, sucked. Thin plastic mattresses on shortish bunks, with scratchy old sheets and highly suspect blankets. Luckily the Husband went on this trip with our boy two years ago, so I was armed with two pillows. I had to sit on my suitcase to fit the two pillows, but I had them! The room was warm, muggy, and dead quiet; everytime I tuned over and the mattress crackled I worried about waking the girls. Insomnia, thy name is Hell.

Did I say how much I love my bed?

wetsuits and such

How pitiful is it that my overwhelming thought about chaperoning a bunch of great seventh graders to Key Largo for an intensive marine biology trip, is the dread of appearing in a bathing suit and/or wetsuit? THAT TOTALLY SUCKS!!! I love being a girl, but sometimes…

…like tonight, watching the ‘little blue man’ on HBO in the wine movie (getting the feeling I have an issue w/names?), anyway, he’s just not handsome. But, he’s damn cute in his ugly little way. Sweet Husband asked tonight why no parts are written for quirky, not-so-attractive females. He thinks they are scant in this world, and says he wants them.

So, tomorrow morning we have to be at the airport at 4:30 to check in, and that doesn’t even start to phase me. Nor the thought of getting my group through two major airports w/out losing anyone– I can do that w/my eyes closed. Keep an eye on all snorkelers, too. Get them to sleep with humor and good grace. Even handling any of the girls starting their periods– hey, I packed whatever they’ll need, and have known most of them since they were bitty. This, I can handle. But the bathing suit? Now that shit sends shivers down my weiny-ass spine…