I have not blogged all week. I have no excuse, well I do but it's kind of lame. I've been feeding my RDJ addiction and so far this week have watched various episodes of Ally McBeal mutliple times (the one where he and Sting sing Every Breath You Take, yeah just fucking kill me now because I'd die happy). You see I pretend that I'm Ally (yes I realize Ally isn't a real person and it's not a mentally sound thing to do to pretend you're not a real person and you shouldn't be pretending that you're an anorexic character in a show where the lead character spontaneously hears music and hallucinates dancing babies...just shutyourpieholeplease). I pretend he's singing to me. I have imaginary conversations with him in my head where he decides I'm the coolest, smartest, sexiest woman in the world and though he really loves his wife he couldn't possibly live the rest of his life without me because life would be bleak and empty and he'd be forced to start using again and he's been clean for so long that it would be a tragedy if he started using again so therefore the only possible thing he could do is leave his wife and and have me and my three children move to LA (or wherever the hell he lives) so that he can be enveloped in my adoration, love and the joyous sound of my laugh. *breathe* WHAT? It could happen.
I have watched Iron Man and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang and this weekend I suspect I'll sit on my ass watching Gothika, Zodiac and Restoration. Do you think I need help?
The Olympics. I have not watched any of it, very unpartriotic of me, I know. I suck. However, I do catch the updates on the news in the morning. On Wednesday, our women's hockey team beat Sweden 13-1. There was a huge hoopla in the news that the team should have held back on their scoring. WTF? Please, go put your big boy panties and talk to me when you grow a pair. Oh yeah and quit your goddamn whining. Do you see skiers slowing down at the finish line when they're minutes ahead of other competitors? Fuck off wankers.
My ipod is busted. This causes me great stress. I have the white screen of death and after multiple google searches have learned that I should be able to reset this. Yeah fuckyouverymuch Apple. I have 8 different ipods in my house, ranging from 1st generation nanos to the touch, plus an imac. You know what, I'm getting pretty fed up with the total FUCKTARDS at Apple support. Don't tell me that I'm having a problem with my nano that you have never heard of before when a google search brings up 11,375 different fucking hits about people having the same problem. Do ya think you might be having an issue fuckers? Do I look like I just fell off the turnip truck?
This has been a three day work week. Monday was a civic holiday and Wednesday we got blasted with snow so we were shut down for the day. I would love to have the financial ability to work part time... I make an excellent lady of leisure.
I lost 1.5 pounds last week. Yeah me! That's a total loss of 6.5, not great but I'll take it.
I need a blog makeover. My blog is aesthetically boring.
I love my kids. Not news you say? I know. But when they were small, it was so much damn work. Feeding and grooming and disciplining and lugging and bathing. It was work I tell you. Now that they're older, all of the "work" stuff they do on their own. Hell I even have the two teens doing their own laundry. Now that the work stuff is for the most part over, I have fun with them. Let me tell you something, as a young mother with small children, I hated the park. I hated outings to the zoo. I fucking despised doing all those cutesy things meant to entertain small children. Dinosaur themed birthday parties made me want to drown myself. I did them, and I pretended to enjoy doing them, all the while wishing someone would just gouge my eyes out and call it a day. Now? Now we hang out, Nora and I absolutely love being together. The boys both have a really sarcastic sense of humour which I totally get. We talk about stuff going on in the world and they have opinions and ideas. They're mini adults, what's even better...they're mini adults that I like. It's very odd as a mother to realize that you like your kids. We all know there are sometimes worlds between loving someone and liking them. I like my kids. Huh...who would have thunk it was possible?
Happy Friday blogger luves. Anything exciting planned for the weekend?