Examples:
- I read Twilight (The Twilight Saga, Book 1) in 2 nights. I know, I gave in and read it. Even more shocking (or not) I liked it and have since checked out the rest of the series. I don’t know if I’ll watch the movies. Kristen Stewart grosses me out a bit, especially after the cough over the shoulder thing she did on the Oscars on Sunday.
- Corey Haim is dead. What the what?! I mean, it’s not shocking how he went, it’s just he was “my” Corey. The other one was rather meh. I wonder if they’ll leave him out of the tribute at next year’s Oscars?
- We’re just over a week into March and nearly all of the snow has melted. The pessimist me in is waiting for the last 3 snow storms in which we are buried under an additional 5 feet of snow which does not melt until the 4th of July. I live in the tundra.
- Michael Vick is given the Ed Block Courage Award which is given by each team to one member who “exemplify commitment to the principles of sportsmanship and courage.” Instead of hiding my feelings of bullshit behind a cough I’d like to yell it out, except the kids might parrot me and that’s not good. Plus, Vick was picked up again by the Eagles. Should we leave him be because he’s done his time or should we still be a little pissed off because he still seems to reek of asshole?
- Someone in this house is stinky and it isn’t me. Wait, that isn’t so unusual. What is unusual is Megan’s obsession with it. At least her cute notification of pointing at her butt and asking if she may “poop?” will come in handy while potty training. These guys are nearly 2, so that’s just around the corner. Lord help me.
In other disjointed news, I went to the doctor and it’s not a tumor. (You gotta read that last bit as Arnold Schwarzenegger in the Kindergarten Cop.) He put me on blood pressure medicine that I have to take twice daily and make sure I don’t stand up too quickly or I’ll be all “I’m a little teapot……tip me over and pour me out” bam on the floor like. Hopefully this will be the last of the monthly migraines.
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