Yeah, that busy.
In my own defence, I've also finished a few knitting projects. And shopped for a new car. And worked/commuted/shopped/cooked/drove kids places/etc. Occasionally, I've slept.
But I need to get back on the horse so that my blogging ability doesn't leave me entirely. And so, dear reader, here is a bunch of random stuff rattling around in my head. With pictures.
From the 'NHL lockout' files
I had the following Facebook exchange with my friend Josie on my timeline:
Josie: Just an FYI, I am no longer referring to Bettman as "that troll" but instead as Gollum.
Alison: I guess that money is 'his precioussssss'. Stupid troll.
Josie: Watch a clip of Gollum and then watch Bettman last week during his press conference after talks broke down. Only difference is a suit and a wig.
And you know, I checked out some pictures, and she's right. So I made this for her:
From the 'You shouldn't have to get wrinkles and pimples at the same time. It's just not fair.' files
I have a giant pimple on my forehead, right where I would have a lightning-shaped scar if I were Harry Potter.
It seems impervious to all my attempts to get rid of it -- creams, ointments, facial washes, even Avada Kedavra.
I am going to call it "The Zit Who Lived."
From the 'Introducing my children to popular culture/They're getting so much older' files
The past few nights, we’ve been piling onto my bed and watching Roger Moore in ‘Live and Let Die’ on DVD. Along with the Daniel Craig movies, I got a DVD with three of Moore's James Bond movies on it for my birthday.
The kids were interested in watching a James Bond movie, and this one, released in 1973 at the height of the Blaxploitation movie genre, has sparked some interesting conversations about racism, as parts of it are set in Harlem and southern Louisiana. The implied sex scenes are pretty tame, and both girls seem to be enjoying watching, though we keep pausing it so that I can answer questions. We’ve been watching about 45 minutes per night.
Part of the plot of this movie, if you’ve not seen it, is that Jane Seymour plays Solitaire, a clairvoyant who can reliably read the future in Tarot cards. She has this power only so long as she remains a virgin. This fact is discussed quite obliquely, and Rae did not pick up on it. Apparently Leah did. James tricks Solitaire with a Tarot deck stacked with ‘The Lovers’ cards and makes quick work of her powers. Offscreen, of course.
So, last night, we were watching the last 45 minutes of the movie, and Rae was full of questions. Leah was patiently answering them:
Rae:“Why is James throwing the chicken on the ground?”
Leah:“So that the alligators will come out of the pond and make a diversion”
Rae:“What is James doing?”
Leah:“He’s setting the drug lab on fire”
Rae:“Why is James’s boat slowing down?”
Leah:“Because when he was escaping, the guy with the hook shot at him and hit the outboard and it’s leaking gas.”
This went on for a while. And then came the question I was afraid would crop up.
Rae:“Why did being James’s girlfriend make Solitare not able to read the future anymore?”
Leah looked at me and said, “Your turn.”
From the "Things in your kitchen that can hurt you' files
- The pointy end of the meat thermometer is quite ouchy when encountered unexpectedly in the sudsy dish-water by being jammed under your thumbnail.
- Bricks of butter are unexpectedly heavy when they are cold and solid and have been dropped on your foot.
- Picking up the skittish cat when he's having a bite to eat at his dish and holding him like a baby in order to smooch him on the head is potentially dangerous in itself. Doing so at the same time your daughter drops a metal saucepan loudly onto the tile floor? Cue the band-aids and Neosporin.