Seems as though I am not done being random yet. Yesterday was such a hurried post. I can only think in random bits as of right now, so how about another dose?
Watchmen--The movie--SUCKED. I heard good things about it. People were raging on about this movie. Seriously? What the hell is the matter with you people? Maybe they were in an LSD trance, but I am pretty sure even then I would think it sucked. One of the worst movies I have seen in a long time.
I am so envious. Seems like every blog I click on this week has something to say about Blogher. I so want to go. So this morning, Itty Bit got up a little early and was standing beside me while I read through my blog list. Sexy Papa comes in to say goodbye, and I mention my longing to go to Blogher. Then I turned to Itty Bit and asked "Is it OK is Mommy goes to Chicago for a week?" She slightly shook her head yes, and then buried herself into me for a big hug. "Would you miss me if I were gone for a week?" No answer. She is still clutching tightly to me. So I tip her chin up and notice she is misty eyed. "What's the matter with you?" I ask. Itty Bit is unable to speak. She simply points at me and then throws her head back into me. "Oh honey," I assure her "Mommy is not leaving for a week. I was just kidding."
I try to be good. I really do. I keep most of my foul language from coming out of my mouth. Neatly contained in my fuming head. But yesterday I had the overwhelming need to say --FUCK--. Have you ever given yourself 2nd degree burns with a glue gun. Holy shit Batman. That hurts. Right on the pad of my finger. But it was for a good cause. I was making a padded pushpin board so I could easily photograph items that need to hang.
I took a scrap piece of drywall and added poly batting and a pretty white fabric. Looks good right? Well it works good. Now if you will excuse me, I have to go dip my finger in ice water.
My cat thinks my long curly hair is an appropriate substitute for grass. That is the only reason I can think of for her eating my hair... while.I.sleep! Which of course wakes me up. Her wake-up calls are one of the reasons I am thinking about cutting it all off.
And the award goes to...
I found another cool blog. She lets it all hang out and isn't afraid to tell it like it is. Click on over to see what it's all about. The Constant Chill.