Archive | March 19, 2008

“I Became Her”.

By on March 19, 2008 in The Unexplainable

I typically put links in my sidebar, with little snippets of my opinion about the piece.  This one, however, deserves my full attention, a dedicated blog post, and a day’s worth of prayer.

From all of us, really.

When I saw the trailer for Stop Loss in the theatres, I was so incredibly proud that someone made that movie.  As our troops are cycled and recycled through their tours, with no promise of it ending, it’s so easy for us civilians to forget that we ARE still at war.  There are STILL yellow ribbons about. 

Babies are still being born without ever meeting their parents.

We are five years into this war.  That means that this year’s kindergarden classes will have never known a world without war.  Some troops have been stationed overseas for the better part of five years.  Five years.  Think five years back.  Aren’t you a completely differet person than you were five years ago?  So why are we in the same situation?

Just a thought on today’s five year anniversary of the US-led invasion of Iraq.

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My Love for Brit

By on March 19, 2008 in The Couch Potato

My crazily lazy morning made me completely forget what I MEANT to write about this morning: my utter distress that Brittany was voted off NBC’s The Biggest Loser.

I felt an immense kinship with Brittany, the online winner for a spot on this season’s show.  She started at the same weight I was at right after I delivered Binja, and we slowly made the same progress together. (Admittedly, she’s lost about ten pounds more than myself at the time of last night’s departure.) But I TOTALLY FELT HER FRUSTRATION.  Granted, I didn’t spend, you know, six hours a day in the gym like she did, but I DO understand how much it sucks to do everything you’re supposed to do and still only lose 2 lbs a week. 

No matter who was at the chopping block, Brittany always had my heart.  And to know that she and Jillian worked as hard as they did together just crushed me even further.  It is SO hard for women to compete on that show, and it’s so frustrating to have your body work against you.

Anyway, for what it’s worth, I totally would’ve sent that damn brother home.  They cry far more often than any of the women.

OOOH, and Ally?!  HOW COULD YOU VOTE OFF ANOTHER WOMAN?  I hope Jillian finds you.  Seriously. 

(Do we think I may take this show a little too seriously?)

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By on March 19, 2008 in Uncategorized

Because she obviously knew I would post it (the embedding feature was disabled.. HM.), here is my favorite interpreter being a badass rockstar.

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A.M. Dissertation

By on March 19, 2008 in The Mommy

I will be the first to admit that part of me LOVES having daycare, and for very, very selfish reasons: mornings are not NEARLY as hectic when there are two parents awake.

Because our daycare is about 20 minutes out of our way, Bryan drops Binja off while I pick up.  This means that our mornings now are MUCH less rushed (in my humble opinion, of course), and I get to actually get ready. 

On these mornings, I wake up around 6:15, groggily do whatever I need to do to wake up (re: POUR PURE CAFFEINE DOWN MY THROAT), and then take my time going over our daily routine.  Is his daycare bag packed?  Are the bottles ready?  Do I have clean clothes to wear?  These are all things I intend to do every night before I go to sleep, but often I just bypass in lieu of, oh, sleeping.  Then I’ll wake him up around 6:30, and we’ll have ten minutes in which he wakes up and I slather him with lotion.  Then I’ll give him a bottle while Bryan gets in the shower.  By the time Bryan’s out and dressed and ready to go, Binja’s ready, too.  Which means I get another HALF HOUR to myself.

A HALF HOUR, people.  That’s, like, half an eternity.

Sometimes I just stand there, dumbfounded, wondering what all I could be doing with this FREE TIME. 

Anyway, it was one of those mornings this morning.  So I’m in a great mood.  Had I known most of my coworkers were taking today off, I’d have even stopped somewhere for breakfast this morning.  But it’s a beautiful (albeit rainy) morning, nonetheless.

Thank you, daycare.

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