cv...ette

I just finished putting together my CV and it is not even a baby CV. It's pathetic and I really don't want to send it to my recommenders, but I must, right? Right.

Anyhow, I possibly have a date today. Excitement abounds (I'm not being sarcastic here...Cardo and I rarely have dates).

Then, tomorrow is the big day. I think we'll make Pic some breakfast (probably an egg made by not me) and then take her climbing. We've been wanting to go but have I mentioned I'm in my pseudo-comps semester? Yes? Okay, just so you know.

After climbing, then chissa? When we get hungry, Pic wants to go to a local casino for a buffet lunch. Don't even ask. Okay, so you're curious anyway? We went a couple of times over a year ago, when the casino wasn't what it is now, back when they had a locals'* special and Pic has latched onto those two memories. Buffets are kind of a waste for me because I don't tend to eat much at them and I feel that I'm supposed to or something. (And, of course, it looks like I eat even less than I do because I don't want my food mingling on my plate so my portions are small and well-spaced.)

After lunch, we'll possibly take her to the ice skating rink. I hope they rent skates small enough for her.

After that, again, chissa? We'll probably all be exhausted so we might come home for a movie and some Sir Philip Sidney (because no Valentine's Day/birthday is complete without someone defending some poesy, no?).

Okay, so she knows none of this, so don't tell her. Due to illness and mental imbalances and lack of planning and people being out of town, I think we'll hold off on any bigger get-together until the next weekend. Have I ever mentioned that we aren't people who really celebrate stuff? Yeah, we're not that great at it, but we try. I'm sure at some point, she'll want an actual birthday party at some horrendous venue like Up-Chuck E. Cheese or somewhere like the current craze amongst her schoolmates like Jump Man Jump. Eh, I say. Eh. We pretty much suck at the social, Cardo and I, and Pic is stuck with us. Poor little pie.

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* I recently read the word 'local' as 'lo-cal' and thought, 'Huh, I wonder if that's anything like So-Cal?' I know...my utter genius astounds you.

insomniac music theatre

That was like the one thing I watched on MTV. Oh, wait, nevermind. That and Daria and Aeon Flux (which I probably spelled wrong, but I'm too friggin' tired to look it up.

Anyhow, how I've never posted this before is beyond me.

G'night.

"Runaway Train" -- Soul Asylum [can't embed the video, sorry] It's been a long time since I've seen or heard this, and now I'm depressed. Sorry, guys.

So, here's something less starkly, scarily real. (I chose this one mainly because I love the fact that in the note on the side it is pointed out that this girl (who looks my age, geez) is homeschooled, as in 'Yes, homeschooled children can be talented,' as if that's being contested...yes, I know some of the biases (or perspectives, if you will) about homeschooling.)

129 sonnets to go...

129 sonnets, read one over, figure it out, 128 sonnets to go.

Ha! Okay, so a songwriter I am so definitely not. One who finishes her reading before the day of discussion I am also not. I just can't stay awake that much longer and finish these. Actually, I probably could, but then I would be forced to sleep all tomorrow. That's just not going to work, people.

(I'm in word processing mode...I just hit the little apple key and 's' to save this. Yeah, I'm an automaton right now.)

So, Cardo and I are still debating what to get Pic for her birthday (and I can share with you because she doesn't read this yet). He wants to get her a Disney Princess dress-up dress. I do not. He says, 'It's what she likes. She'll like it.' I'm all for the shaping of the child into a shape that doesn't so resemble Disney princess. Anyhow, we went to the Disney Store and looked at the dresses and saw a Belle gown for $80 and had simultaneous heart failures (this isn't really funny, considering Cardo's heart, but I'm using the phrase anyway). I knew that looking at the Disney Store would be risky, for just this reason, but he wanted to look there anyway and I wanted to hang out with him for an afternoon (this was last Friday when Pic was in school). We also looked at Target and at Wal-Mart. He wants to get her an Aurora dress, I think, but we didn't see one of these anywhere we went.

I don't have a clue what I want to get her. I'm thinking sleeping bag. She really wants one. Our dearly beloved friends just bought a house (their first and possibly last) and Pic chose a room for her own. It was designated as their office so I suggested she could just sleep in there in a sleeping bag. She was all for this suggestion, so now she wants a sleeping bag. I looked a bit online for kids' sleeping bags and, freaking deal, most of those are covered with trademarked characters. I just want a sleeping bag, not an advertisement. I swear that not everything I owned growing up was covered in some mass market character. I did have a Barbie and the Rockers lunch box, and later, in high school, I had both a Scooby Doo and a Little Mermaid lunchbox. I might have also owned a few pieces of clothing with such characters on them, but I can't recall any at the moment. Now, though, this marketing is like a disease and sometimes it makes me crazy (can you tell?). So, anyway, I'd like to get her a cute, un-brand-splashed, not too expensive sleeping bag. Thoughts?

Okay, while I have you thinking, what about a gift for Cardo? I asked him if we were exchanging Valentine's Day gifts this year and he got kind of quiet and gave me a look as if to say, 'Duh, I bought yours last month.' We aren't gift-exchanging people so my somewhat unromantic question was, I believe, warranted. Other than giving birth to our child, I don't believe that I've ever given Cardo a Valentine's Day gift (and, hey, isn't that enough? and, he was nice enough to not pass out so that's enough for me). Cards, yes. Dinner or lunch, yes. Gift, I don't think so. So, do you exchange gifts with your significant other? If so, please give me some ideas. And, no, I can't buy him a Silvia, so I need actual, affordable ideas, please.

Grazie mille.

Now, I have to go pack up all of my four thousand books for tomorrow (er, today) and throw* together some lunches and pretend to sleep.

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'Throw them?' Pic would ask me had I said that to her. She's very into what things mean right now and creating definitions to her nonsense words. And, she's very into denotative meanings of words, which made a recent message from a friend to 'shoot me an e-mail' something of a concern for Pic.

genius

Okay, so last night I proved the stunningness of my genius. I showed up for class a bit before four, thinking, 'I'll be early and then I can review my reading notes before class.' Thinking, 'Class starts at four-thirty, right?' The small bit of a room filled up pretty quickly and I had to ask, 'Doesn't class start at four-thirty?'

No.

So, while I'm not a newbie at this, not at all, I still play one in real life sometimes. Thanks be that I had planned on being so early.

Anyhow, it's resting time in La Casa B. This basically means that Pic will go into her room and then further off into her little (or big?) world of make believe for about an hour while I read as much as possible of As You Like It and The Alchemist as I can during that hour.

I promise that I'll try to stop whining about my lack of sleep and my gargantuan magnitude of reading here, but I might not be so successful. I'll try to keep it light, people, I promise. However, did I mention how far behind I am in my reading? Can I get through one-and-a-half plays and 154 sonnets before tomorrow? YES, I CAN! (It's apparently catching, isn't it?)

Oh, one more note: just four more days until my child is four! Holy criminy.

indie day

Four years ago today was Pic's estimated due date. However, she held out for a bit. Today was already special for another reason...Indie's birthday! Indie who I miss oh so very much. Well, happy birthday!

asleep i am not

One Minute Writer from yesterday:

If you had one extra hour a day, how would you spend it?

Okay, I have several options here. I'd either read because I'm never going to finish all of this reading any other way or I'd sleep because that's the only time I'll have to sleep or I'd just sit and cry because of all of the reading and the zero sleep.

p.s.

Just as my reading was beginning to put me to sleep at two o'clock this morning, Pic started calling out for Papi. Because he's sick, he needs his rest and, anyway, I was up. I went in to check on her and she was curled in a circle (as she says) but completely uncovered. I covered her up, tucked her in and sang her "ABCs" and "Twinkle, Twinkle."

Now, I'm off to read ALL day today. Almost finished, almost finished, almost finished...with this semester.