Bad, bad me.

I'm feeling pissy. It's gorgeous and sunny and warm outside right now and I'm trapped in the office of the evil empire. How is that a good thing? It is not. There's also not a lot that must be done right now so I'm not even feeling like it's useful for me to be trapped in the office of the evil empire. I am a whiney baby.

I did actually get out to run some errands and things. Which was nice. I have mucho gifts to buy for birthdays and mother's day and all that. Though my mother is spending Mother's Day touring China without me. Because she obviously does not love me as she should. She's been shooting the family emails from the road and it sounds like such a fabulous trip. I need to go on a fabulous trip. Does anyone want to go on a fabulous vacation with me? Let me know.

PimpDaddy somehow got tickets for the Survivor Finale at MSG and invited me. Because he is a darling, darling man. And the best pimp ever. I should have a shirt made for him. Though now I'm trying to figure out how early I can leave Boston on Sunday. It's Pumpkin's birthday and I want to celebrate and rejoice with her. And have brunch - though brunch on Mother's Day is going to be a nightmare. So, I'm waiting to hear if she'll still love me if I leave early or not. Maybe if I give her a big wad of cash for her birthday... 11AM isn't that early, right? I'm such a bad friend.

But, it should be fun. If Pumpkin lets me go. I'm looking forward to ogling Boston Rob (even though it makes me feel dirty to do so) and hang out with the rowdy crowd. Though MSG is huge so the odds are that we'll be all the way in the back against the wall straining to hear what's going on. But I'm kinda okay with that. It should be a kick anyway. And if Muffy and Steph are there too, well the snarking should achieve levels not seen before in this country. Yay! Snark!

This and That

Like a fool, I took a nap yesterday after work. And so I couldn't sleep last night. And now, I am tired. I did get October & November 2003 photos online though so that was nice. The Wally World photos have to be attacked next and I fear them. I think I took about 40 photos of EPCOT alone, on a lovely uncrowded morning in the World Showcase. But I should put them up. It's time. And I could probably stand to get the March/April 2004 photos up too. It's kinda nice actually getting some of this stuff done. Though Image Station seems to darken my photos. Though my photos are probably darker than they need to be anyway. Actually, I'm really hoping to get the Muffy & Steph wedding photos up soon. If Mama Steph gets me some names I should be ready to pull those babies together. Yay! Wait, she just got back to me. She's like the best Mom ever. Well, after my mother of course. And the grandmothers. But then, it's Mama Steph.

I only have three more reading sessions with Beyonce this school year and it makes me sad. I don't suspect strangers will let me have their 10 year old girls to do math with, huh? Dangit. I will just have to make the most of these next three weeks and hope I can read with her again next school year. I wish we were allowed to keep in touch over the summer. But there are rules.

Pumpkin turns older this weekend and I'm heading out of to town to help her celebrate. Sadly she and Fishboy do not want to go see New York Minute (with CuteDean & the Olsen Twins!) with me. So Muffy, it looks like you may be stuck. But there may be a viewing of Mean Girls so that could be fun. And I suspect there will also be brunch. They like the brunch in Boston. Hopefully there will be mad fun and she will enjoy the aging experience. Though Pumpkin does claim that her dislike of her birthday is my fault. Some stuff from her 18th birthday and all. Really, it wasn't that bad. And it wasn't like I acted alone.

Lovey and I were talking about my friends and she was asking if I meant a certain one. I was trying to figure out who she was talking about and she said, "I don't know. Some guy you went to some island with." That sentence and the fact that it can and does apply to my life amuses me. I have some guy I went to some island with. And that still didn't narrow down what guy she was talking about. Awesome. My rock star island life.

Tonight, my rock star life includes cleaning the cat box. I can't even tell you how vile it is. Really. I've been neglecting it for so long that the cats are really angry with me. So I will do that. And you will all envy me. I know.

Hee

Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen turn 18 during birthday week this year. Crack my shit up. Hee. Hee. Hee.

I think there should be an event in their honor during birthday week. Heh. Heh. Heh.

Loving the Children's Books

This weekend I went shopping with Muffy and Steph for books to read with little Beyonce. We'd been working on A Little Princess but I think some of the ideas and words and the time period were a bit much for her. Though apparently she owns and loves the movie so at least she likes the story of it. I just love the book. Always have. Anyway. She said she was more into stuff about kids her age in the relatively current time period. And mysteries and comedies were always good. So, a-shopping I went.

I was totally thrilled at how many of the books I loved as a kid are still in print and apparently selling well. All the Judy Blumes and Beverly Clearys. Charlotte's Web and A Wrinkle in Time and the Oz books and such. They had some of the Anne of Green Gables series but not a lot. But they had 'em. So I got a whole bunch of books that I didn't have anymore or that are packed away in boxes in Hawai'i and brought 'em to reading today.

I was actually nervous that she might not like any of the books. But she seemed into the Judy Blumes and all. And we got through the first chapter and a half of Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great. Heh. But then she wanted to do math. They're doing all that year-end testing this week, and this morning they did some math testing. So she was showing me some of the problems she remembered from the morning. I hope she did well. I'm sure she did. She's pretty bright with the math. Not a huge fan of the reading, but we make sure we do that for at least half the lunch hour. And she even read a couple of pages herself too. Though that's slower going.

But I'm glad she liked the books. Though I think Lovey was more excited about them. She wants to do a reading program too. Maybe I can get her hooked into my in the fall semester. Oh, wait. I really don't want to still be here in the fall. Dammit.

Boys Suck

So I was sitting around listening to country music (shut it, I don't want to hear it) and decided to call The Boy. The Boy is a long complicated story that I really don't understand myself so there's no point in explaining him. But, he is. The Boy. He's been around for a million years. And we fight like crazy and make each other insane, but at my darkest moments, I sometimes call him. And vice versa. And we can't see each other in person for more than an hour without fighting. But at times I don't think anyone knows me better. Maybe my parents. Maybe not. But he's always been around and he's complicated and I love him beyond reason and hate him a ton and wish I could be with him always but am also really happy that he lives far away and I only see him once every 3 or 4 years. See? Complicated.

Anyway, country music always reminds me of him and so I was listening to it and feeling melancholy and thought I'd give him a call. It's been almost a year since our last big ugly blow out and I was looking for some of my standard The Boy talk. And didn't get it. It was kind of awkward and mostly boring and bland. And The Boy and I are never boring and bland. It was just so ordinary. There were a couple of moments that seemed like the old us. But they went quickly. And then it went back to being ordinary. I don't know if it was just him or if it was me too. I don't know if we were just trying too hard to make this a non fighting conversation or if we were both still mad about the last fight or if we're both just annoyed at turning 30 or what. But it made me feel more bummed than I did before. Well, not more bummed. I don't really feel bummed. Melancholy? A little lonely? A little tired. A little nostalgic. A little too 29. A little too unsettled but a little too much in a rut? I don't know.

So, if someone could come and remove all the country from my music playing machines, that would be awesome.

I'm gonna have a beer and do the two-step. Y'all have a nice night.