now fortified with impotent fury!risperdal

Note to self.

Never. Ever. Search for a lemur costume for your child for halloween on the intarwebnet.
Never.

Fur and Loathing in Las Vegas, indeed. Shudder

“You design stuff?”
“Yeah, so we do green design when possible.”
“And your husband’s a professor?”
“Genetics and evolution.”
“Really? Huh. Have you read Malthus?”
-Window salesman and repair guy

The good…..4.5 hours of honest to god adult time, with a beautiful meal at an award winning restaurant (bluestem? 2 big thumbs up. Bad little us for taking a year and a friggen half to get over there, but you know, some things are less convenient when there’s a baby sitter involved. More on that meal in another entry)

The bad…. holy shit traffic and idiot suburbanite drivers skeered of driving in parking garages.

The ugly….A Carmen so incapable of staying on pitch, posessing of the poorest phrasing imaginable, pronouncing French more poorly than a lisping North Dakotan 4 year old, and so completely unsexy she was, in fact, a black hole of sensuality, all sex drives in the theatre powerless to avoid being sucked into nothingness, that after 2 acts we could take no more. She was done no favors by completely demented costuming (olive. tiered. plaid. Little House on the Prairie meets Best Little Whorehouse in Texas), poor blocking, and a director who failed to make use of- oh I don’t know- THE STAGE.

I will never finish this damn knitting project. Alllllbaaaatrosssssss!

I have finally owned up to the fact that I’m 32 and my skin’s changed. Goodbye clinique, hello Murad. Clearly I fail at being a girl, because while LPG assures me my skin has improved tremendously, I just kinda blink at my reflection and go, ‘it’s a face, yeah’.

Sean is slowly becoming more verbal. He’s more conversational, even if the conversations are one or two words on his end, he is using words to communicate what he wants more and more, instead of gestures or showing. Shockingly, it usually revolves around food. I know you’re all stunned.

The front bay window has a leak. Motherfucker. And has a spongy sill, and has damaged the chair rail and wood trim inside, and blah. Mrph. This’ll be a fun repair (er, step one, replace window, and then, uh, interior I guess? Hello first time homeowners)

Sean is now in unholy love with his stuffed ringtail lemur we got in DC. Other children at daycare fight for the right to hug Zaboo for a minute. Other parents regard us sidelong and ask me why Sean doesn’t have a ‘normal’ bear or kitty.

Normal, I say, is boring.

Then they siddle away from me.

And now, Nora’s questions. Same rules as last entry!

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Cause it took me so long to do this. Questions courtesy of Chickie.

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “Interview me.”

2. I will respond by asking you five questions – each person’s will be different. I’ll post the questions in the comments section of this post.

3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

So, click below to read what she asked me

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And I still can’t think of anything that’s not disjointed to say. My god. My god. The hubris we’ve seen. The incompetence. The complete inability to empathize, to realize, to take responsibility, to react.

I am sorting clothes for donation. We are researching who best to send our money to. I am organizing volunteer stuff at work.

We are so blessed. So blessed. And I am shocked to my marrow.