Bruises cover her legs. Scraped up knees and shins. Toe and fingernails caked with dirt. Tear stains streaking down her face. Thumb in mouth. The poor kid hurts herself more than any other child we know. Skipping and jumping and twirling and falling. Good thing I can relate. The clumsy gene most certainly comes from me. So after the fifth injury of the day, we snuggle up under the covers, and just relax. And recover. Until the next time.
Song of the Moment – Get Better, Mates of State
I love you.
You suck.
I miss you.
Love,
Megan
The Jayhawks lost. The Teabaggers got all racist up in this piece. I somehow convinced myself the husband was coming home from a few days away this afternoon, when it’s actually tomorrow afternoon. Alex Chilton died. My brother cancelled his trip to KC, and I was really looking forward to seeing him, and his lovely family.
Basically it’s all “wamp wamp waaaammp” over here.
So here. Smile. Be happy. And be glad you’re not at home with H1N1 (like poor, poor KT).
1. First up, hula hoops! Dancing in the halls! And Zooey Dechanel, firmly cementing my ongoing girl-crush.
2. I booked my tickets to NYC in May! Can’t wait to see these lovely faces!
3. Yay for healthcare reform!
And a special “yay!” for my Rep. Dennis Moore who was the only Kansas legislator to vote for it. I so wish he wasn’t leaving Congress. (Also, thanks to my former Missouri representative, Rep. Emanuel Cleaver for voting yes.)
4. MGMT has a new album out…you can listen to it for free here.
5. And also, this.
The end.
RIP, Alex Chilton. Your music makes me smile. Thanks for making it.
I have had a hard week.
It seems like everything that could go wrong, did.
1. Workload exploded.
2. Family member got really, really, scarily sick.
3. My medical condition got worse.
4. I pulled my shoulder muscle during yoga.
5. There was no wine in the house, so I had to have a glass of nasty honey-flavored whiskey that someone left over Christmas.
6. I gained five pounds.
7. Lucy wants to move to her friend Haven’s house ’cause “They are way more fun.”
8. I opened a can of concentrated grape juice and spilled it all over the kitchen floor. And I can’t get it clean. It’s impossible. It will be sticky for all eternity.
9. I literally left a bag with three items on top of my car and drove out of the Target parking lot. With people laughing and pointing. One of the items was a jumbo box of tampons. It was awesome.
10. My dog somehow got into Lu’s Valentine’s candy and is now acting like she’s on crack.
Yesterday Trent was all, “What is up with you?” And I responded, “What?! You want me to go eat a f***ing rainbow or something!” He’s so lucky to be married to me.
So I’m trying to perk up a bit today. Well, after this morning with the grape juice and the floor. That included some sobbing, but now, NOW, I’m ready to bring some sunshine into my life and stop listening to The Rosebuds on repeat. And The XX. And Bon Iver. And Fleet Foxes. Because that depressing crap is making me want to sacrifice myself to the wolves, and not the good kind that turn into hot, young Native American vampire killers.
Instead, I’m dancing in my car. Flailing around to some funky beats. And I think it’s catching.
(Music is Odessa by Caribou)
I feel better already…
