groan

I opened this with full intention to write an entry but I am way beyond that sort of thing this evening.  I am going to go make myself a something-and-tonic and watch television and maybe I will come back here tomorrow to tell my imaginary audience about how I wore myself down to insanity this weekend…

…and stuff.

I also want to remind myself that since 2008 started on a Tuesday I have until Tuesday to get my first bit of writing done for the other blog.

maybe the killer robots ate the cheese

*first I would like to say that I know that a love of killer robots is not a gender specific trait.  I am sure that I generalized here and just humor me because it seems that within the walls of this apartment the killer robot gene came through on the y chromosome.

Today is one of those days. We have nowhere to be. The little guy does not want to join his mom in our usual wander-about-town. He wants to be inside and warm doing nothing. We are doing nothing. Well, we are doing some things, but not the sort of things that lead one to that feeling that something has been accomplished. Here is a list:

-Eating: I consumed two containers of yogurt and some unknown quantity of cheese. I kind of just stood in front of the fridge and found cheese and ate it. I think that cheese had a purpose. It was supposed to be part of some dish… oh well. I ate the cheese. The little guy has been eating dried pineapple. It is his new favorite. Why do anything when you can stay home and eat cheese and dried pineapple? Beats us!

-Lying around: this is the part that kills me (see thumbnail of son lying under yoga mat). I had some idea that we would do a little yoga together this morning but decided it was too dangerous to get near to the television. See the stuff I will write about killer robots below.

-Wearing mismatched leisure-y clothing: Yep. I am wearing like three shirts and an old pair (seriously old, like from college) of pajama pants and my husbands hat that he doesn’t know I ever wear. The boy is wearing a sweat suit his grandmother gave him that says ‘All Star’. It is probably his favorite outfit. I am pretty sure he only thinks of stars as celestial bodies and not athletic heroes so its anyone’s guess what ‘All Star’ translates to in his head.

-Fighting with computers: after hours of just watching screen after screen of assurance that my drivers are being re-installed we have some progress. Of course this will all last a few days before the next trauma. I am reluctant to do anything other than direct to internet activities on this stupid thing.

-Taking photos: we do that a lot when there is not much else to do.

-Reading: for Christmas this year I have given myself the early gift of many used short story anthologies. I have finished “Rationing” by Mary Yukari Waters. Joseph is reading all about robots. Robots and castles. I believe he has entered a phase of life known as ‘full on boy’. See below.
So what is this boy/killer robot business? Sigh.

Roughly one year ago on one cold and wet day a small guy and I sat on the couch and enjoyed a viewing of “Les Parapluies de Cherbourg” and a bowl of fruit and cheese. I had this warm feeling deep down inside. What more could a mother want than that?

One year later and its all about robots and crashes and heroes and bad-guys. The robots are killer robots, the crashes are fire-y. It is so sad, I tell you. I blame two people: my husband and my brother-in-law. My husband was a childhood lover of the Transformers (I just saw the 80s photos to prove it) and my brother-in-law is a lover of comic books. I am interested in neither. SO DAMN UNINTERESTED. Last night while viewing classic Spiderman discs provided by bro-in-law my son viewed a preview for a movie (bionicles 2?) about what seemed to me to be killer robots. My husband perked up. What killer robot type things are these? Should we look into it? CRY!!!!!! Help me! I immediately started my lists of protests: he is lucky he even gets to watch the old spidermans at all, husband is lucky I let him play any videogames ever…. Finally I just burst out that I was adopting a girl. We will take over MY bedroom and my husband will move into my son’s room. US GIRLS will make cookies, watch old Catherine Deneuve movies, eat cheese and fruit, read STORY BOOKS (not ROBOT BOOKS).

Alas, we have agreed on this one-child life and I am outnumbered. I do have a large degree of control. I am the only parent present between 7:30 and 5:30 during the work week. I have to even it out!!!

Poll! Chime in people!

About the killer robot thing:

1- I should ban them? (I guess it does seem really selfish)

2-I should negotiate with my husband and set killer robot limits?

3- Should I leave these matters that I do not seem to have the correct sympathies to comprehend fully to my XY counterpart, the man I love (who also loves robots)

4-Should I move my husband into JCK3’s bedroom and let them confine all their boy things to a newly robot decorated, stinky room (for some reason I imagine that two males will automatically make it stinky though neither of them stink up their separate rooms).

5- I just thought of another option: Should I try to cultivate some interest in these robot-y things and go for the ol’ “if you can’t beat ‘em” thing? Is it uncool for a mom to try to understand and belong to killer robot culture?

More sighs.

just because

I feel like I should post just because I try to do it every day.  I am tired and a bit drinky.  I just spent my computer time reading blogs so I will not write much…

…and I am realizing that I am drinkier than I thought.  I am also hungry.  I never have snacks around here.

Tomorrow I will write the update I have been meaning to write all week: the ode to my husband (more likely a short list about him) in honor of our wedding anniversary that were actually not able to get around to really celebrating.  Maybe that is how you know you have a good marriage: when stuff like that doesn’t really matter as much as you try to convince yourself it should matter?

I want a snack.

tired so a list again

this is a good default format when one is trying to get a blog in every day but is not really  in a wordy mood

listening: (I won’t say music because it is not) Book on cd- Toni Morrison, “Tar Baby”.  I read it when I was like 14 and really didn’t remember any of it.  I am one disc from finishing and will start “The Scarlet Letter”.  Thank you public library, thank you.

Watching: School House Rocks– a seemingly infinite number on shuffle.  It is a rainyish day and I am kinda tired and it makes my son love me more.  Tonight we will watch our favorite show: Chef Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares.  We are silly.

Wearing: I can’t lie- some awful old crushed velvet skirt with longjohns underneath and a misbuttoned cardigan and a scarf on my head.  I am not planning on going anywhere for hours.

Reading: Same as last time.  I don’t really have that much free time.

 Eating: generic health food store approximation of Honey Nut Cheerios

Anticipating: Three overnights of holiday travelers in a row.  I am practicing my syrupy sweet give-a-damn smile.

Regretting:  That Joe and I ate all things snacky last night.  I guess I have to stick to coffee.

I should add that I just brought this laptop back from the dead for a second time in a month.  I hate this damn thing.
Happy Thanksgiving

tuesday is my favorite day

Seriously- it is like my Saturday. I don’t have to be anywhere, I get to sleep at night, and the tot and I tend to take it easy. We will probably go for a walk and then spend the rest of the day in a pile of books and snacks. That is what Tuesday is like. We usually end our day with Wheel of Fortune. I know that may seem weird for a child who is not allowed much in the way of television but I would pick a game show over Barney any day. Lots of numbers and letters and clapping. The ads during those things are way less enticing than the ads during a kids’ show. I don’t think Joseph is shopping around for a Medicare supplement plan or looking for a retractable awning. Aaaah, Tuesdays.

I was impressed that my little city made Rush Limbaugh’s little morning blurb on the radio with a letter about Thanksgiving sent home to parents. Apparently he is offended at the notion that atrocities were committed against native peoples. I am so very happy to live in a community that offends him. It is a beautiful thing! He can hate us with our ‘birth control for 11 year olds’ and our policies against religious holidays in school and our, uhm, urgings for sympathy for the peoples who were massacred where this city was built. Yay for us.

Anyone who may be reading this may have realized by now that I don’t have much to say today. That is pretty much how this entry-a-day thing works: I just say stuff.

Stay tuned for more stuff I will say.

aaahhh…

I thought I was logging into my online banking account. I guess I am too tired to look at our transactions. I am too tired to write an entry here but I said I would every day so I might as well write something while I am here.

tiens….

rainy thursday

I guess it is not raining at this very moment. I convinced myself for a moment that we were going to seize this rain free moment and get out there and do something but here I am. I am in something like pajamas on the computer while my son reads to me from an office supply catalog (well, something like reading- he is telling me a good story about paper, I suppose).

Yesterday was a very busy and sunny day. The little guy and I had a play date then got burritos and met sick Aunt Pook and went to a toy store where I gave in to something and bought the little scamp a ukulele. I don’t know how he ever lived without it! He spent most of the afternoon hopping on my bed singing one of (slightly) original compositions. The first one is an up-temp ’sha-la-la’ that involves frenzied strumming and jumping. The second is a slow and soulful “oh nooooo”. Very moving.

LAST NIGHT I DID NOT RUN. My guilt is now public. Instead I watched television with my husband until we both conked out. I also spent some time downloading mp3s and organizing my player. Big important things that cannot be put aside for such frivolous activities as running, right?

I am simply writing. Seriously. Don’t read this blog for exciting content. I was inspired by a comment on someone else’s blog to take it upon my self to just get something on here every damn day.