10 years ago...

Ten years ago, today, I graduated from high school. There are times this feels so recent and times when it feels forever ago. I'll wax nostalgic later...maybe.

paler than an albino ferret

I'm not talking about Malfoy.

Anyhow, we recently cared for Dr Jones's son's ferret. L the Ferret came to stay at our apartment for a few days. When Dr Jones dropped him off, Pic commented that this albino ferret, "is white like Mamma."

Then, "Actually, he's darker white than Mamma."

There you have it folks. My Irishness searing eyes with my whiter than an albino ferret self. Ah, well.

sleep, or something completely unlike it

Hello people who were probably resting nicely as I type this. Am I sleeping also (sleep-typing?...the typing somnambulist?)? Perhaps by the time you're reading this, but, oh ho, not at 2:25 in the morning. So, what are you missing out on?

Hey, you could be baking cookies. For no reason other than the dough has been waiting patiently, all nice and mixed up. And even though the other cookies haven't been entirely consumed yet, these cookies need to be made. Or, you could be reading through the archives of finslippy. It's addicting. Or, you could be reading through Order of the Phoenix, which is also rather addicting*. Or, you could be, um, worrying about...everything, which you do so well. Oh, wait, that's me. But those other things...you could be doing those things.

So, Sleep and I have not yet become bosom buddies. We've barely made it to being on a first-name basis, actually. Ugh.

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* Unless you're Poke. The more pissy Harry gets, the more I think of you. [This isn't a bad thing, people, really.]

saying goodye...to all of my junk

Okay, at least some of my junk. So, just what am I getting rid of?

-- paychecks from 2003. $87.01 a week. Whoo-hoo!

-- a credit card that was issued to me in 2003 and that expired in 2006. I never actually activated it, or even opened the envelope...oops.

-- History of the Language quizzes from Spring 2004

-- a move-out receipt from December 2002

-- whoa! my W-2s from 1999 and 2000

More to come in the following weeks. Oh so much more.

music video hell

I don't watch music television. In fact, I'm pretty sure we have no access to music television (barring the interweb, of course, and I haven't checked). I'll occasionally watch videos online, but mainly, I listen to the music while I have another window open so I can read blogs.

Anyhow, I've never been much of a fan of music videos. At least not mainstream videos. Often, they're disturbing. I don't need to see mainly naked women being sold as fantasies (yes, this makes it hard to watch television and movies and read magazines, ecc, I know).

I came across the following video today (I didn't watch the longer video, just what I'm embedding below) and now, I'm even more glad that this is not my scene. I even more want to protect Pic from this supposedly cool culture. Right now, I'm battling the princess frenzy, but soon enough, this is what she'll have to face (I'm hoping not too soon, but I have no real clue just how early kids are introduced to this crap now).

Before you watch this video, if you do, I have to warn you that it makes me physically ill. Nauseated. Especially the end.



I got this here. "Dreamworlds 3: Desire, Sex & Power in Music Video"

it's a brand new day...

...with a shiny new Australia.



(Brand New Day, from Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog)

stuff and things

Just a few notes here before I head off to dreamland (I would hope that would conjure up the B-52s' song in your heads, but it's probably just me).

-- So begins Pic's last week of school. This is a bitterish (not 'bittersweet') time for me. She's been going there for three years now. I feel incredibly conflicted taking her out and I'm trying to avoid those feelings, so I'll stop this commentary here.

-- I made the chocolate chip cookies (with dark chocolate chips, of course) last night. So freaking easy and so freaking good. Why do I always assume it's much more difficult to bake than it is? It's not like I ever tackle the complex stuff. I leave that up to the Furie Queene.

-- Speaking of Ms FQ, Pic, N and I got to hang out with her Friday Saturday evening. It was nice and laid-back. N, Pic and I were actually going to watch FQ's bout but it actually rained here (holy unexpectedness...if you lived here, you'd get it). So, the bout was called off so we'll have to see her another time, but, as I said, hanging out was good (until Pic got restless and spilled the multiple plastic ramekins of butter and parmesan cheese powder stuff...yeah, it was definitely time to go).

-- I kind of want to participate in the NaBloPoMo, but I have not much at all to say about heroes. I'm pretty sure I will not stick to the theme at all, if I even manage to stick to writing every day.

-- I made it through an upper-body balance ball routine just now that I tried earlier in the week but had to stop because Pic was having nightmares. I had a crappy week of exercising the week before last, but I'm trying to not lose my momentum (or whatever I should refer to it as).

-- I'm about to be a stay-at-home-mamma again (see the first point in this list) with nowhere to send Pic off a few days a week for the first time in a long time. Yes, I know, I already said this, above, but it really kind of hit me the other day and it'll be interesting. Again, I won't go into anything in detail, but I hope that I don't suck. I'll leave it at that.

-- I have no clue when Father's Day is, but I've already got a card for my own dad and for Cardo. I'll let Pic choose a card for Papi also, which means he'll probably end up with another Disney Princess card.

-- Disney Princesses = me gagging. They're freaking everywhere. Even at the thrift stores which is mainly where we get Pic's toys. Although, Saturday, Cardo did let Pic get a Princess purse/book thing from Costco. Sometimes I give in too, although I always regret it. I can't really explain my anguish in this situation, but...argh!

-- Cardo wants me to come lay down with him now, so I must be off. I need to finish Goblet of Fire anyhow.

G'night.