I guess you get to play with the toys if you have a baby.

Oh the rumble.

Miss HCB called at midnight with a bit of a social dilemma. After some discussion all seemed well, and it was good to talk. There was lots of giggling.

Folded laundry today, and danced around the house a lot. I am really trying to get the baby to love the Old 97s. Today I threw in some Miles Davis as well. I also spent some time on Amazon looking for something. I keep seeing movies etc. with fun sounding Indian dance music. I went looking for it, and found some that is almost right.

Took A-man to a park with the Cat People. It had some cool things to play on including a train, a fire engine, and a backhoe kind of thing. I really wanted to boot the kids off and have a go myself, but decided I didn't want to suffer the ridicule of the parents.

Walked to some good Indian (YES, I have started eating some Indian) and then gelatto. Now...there is rumbling. ;-)

Hatched up a plan to use the postal service to fulfill my fantasy life. Also, I kind of happened upon some pictures on a fan website today. I was so embarrassed for being there in the first place, and I was terrified someone would catch me looking. I felt like I was gonna get caught looking at porn! I really need a job.

Wobble moon on the way into the movie.

Romantic sensibilities

Questions, questions, questions...

Why am I prone to crushes on famous people (yet think of myself as different from most "fans")?

Why do I have a "type" that always seems to send my head reeling off into fantasy lands full of horse back riding, wool sweaters, and old houses?

Why do I waste so much time in front of the television/at the movies? Wait, I know the answer to that one. It is my drug of choice. I'll admit it. I mean people do drugs to escape their existence momentarily, right? When they need a fix, they will settle for the low grade goods. It is the EXACT same thing with film/TV for me. I know it is bad while I'm partaking, but I can't seem to give it up...and don't feel the desire to either.

So I think I might be having that calm-before-the-storm crisis of confidence (or at least direction). I keep thinking, "What am I doing? I'm not a city girl. This isn't what I really want. I just had to do SOMETHING!" Well, you know...steady on.

Why am I not taking advantage of my citizenship?

Went to see Vanity Fair tonight...good costumes, but the whole thing was sort of lack luster.

It is HCB's 30th tomorrow! YAY! I've been invited to go to Vegas with her and some gals the first week of Jan. for a couple of days. Seems like fun!! Better pack "Chaser"!

"The Pope Room"...you even get to eat with his torso!

Ok, so he used the new shoes to crawl, but look at how fast he is!

A-man likes his cart. What you don't see are the pirates on the front of his jammies.

Release me Frank!

So the evening went pretty well. There were a few light jabs from both sides, but no blood was spilled. As I said in the car on the way home, babies are kind of like a human shield.

The place we ate was kind of crazy, sort of an Italian Hard Rock Cafe. We didn't get to eat in the Pope Room...maybe next time.

Tomorrow is chore time.

Things that might have been left out:
1. A-man is taking one or two steps on his own (if he's sure someone will catch him), and has his first pair of "hard" shoes.
2. The bad dream was weird. Susan had to put A-man to sleep, but it didn't go well. When it came up that it might be reversible I jumped on it, said "He can be MY baby.", and tried to fix every thing.
3. I think I might still have a chance at those dates?
4. I am now convinced I am supposed to take a quick trip by myself to England and Ireland next year. Blame it on a horse named Belle.
5. Zack Braff makes me laugh.
6. I still love the Gilmore Girls...a guilty pleasure.
7. Bend it Like Beckham has good music.

Sigh

Ok, so mostly better. Sorry for the absence. I watched a bunch of bad TV (too many things with Andrew McCarthy). I thought too much about my impending future and the world around us. I got this super ultra craving for a Tennessee fall. Other than that I have been asleep for the last several days.

Tonight we are off to the city to have a family reunion of sorts with the WC Gang, and the Uncle/Aunt. Could be good, could be bad.

Will post later, and add pictures. :-)

Still

My life has consisted only of bad TV (mostly British DIY), and Quizno's broccoli soup. I think one more day of rest and I might surface again. I have canceled dates because of this germ!

Thanks for the well wishing..hope you all are well!

Sicky Sicky

No write-y write-y or photos. Remind me to tell you about my bad dream later.