My favorite thing is that when she wants to sign Darth Vader, she signs brother and then does this intense, heavy breath through her trache.
This is so cute!
ION, I combined my business and personal cell phones this morning into one account. The cool thing is that I actually now have more service/features and I'm saving $75 per month. The bad things was that I had to give up the number I've had for the last 7 years. The dumb thing was that I then texted my new number to all my friends and forgot to sign the text with my name, because, duh, who ever does that. I have no idea why this makes me feel so stupid.
I'm going to have to take half a day vacation to get through my book proposal by deadline. I'm a wreck.
My sister is applying to be on the Jamaican board that rates movies (and decides which ones come to the island, pretty much). I think a voice like hers desperately needs to be heard. They're asking her for skills and interests. She put "swimming, travel and movies" for interests. I told her to change movies to foreign movies. I also told her to add singing and creative writing. And somehow she needs to factor in her continual civic action.
What else do they want to hear that's not a lie?
You can do it, Allyson!
I would like to take a half-day of vacation to play with the Giant Box Of Nailpolish currently sitting in my office, but no. I won't.
I totally choked, yesterday. I accomplished a handful of sentences. They may have been in pig latin.
Kat, what is your Donors Choose currently? (Was it you reading Stiff? Mom brought her library copy for me to read while she was here for last week. I thanked her for braving the $1 fine and I finished it last night just about her bedtime. Perfect.)
I have a bunch of stuff I SHOULD be working on
I got up at six, got mom to the airport, braved traffic back home, stripped the futon / guest bed and made it back into a futon for my office, grabbed the guest towels, stripped my bed, laundered everything, remade my bed, vacuumed absolutely everything again, cleaned random things (my tv will not fit on the fireplace-going-around-it-thing-whose-actual-name-I've-forgotten so now I know that isn't a rearrange opportunity but the wall is clean and the framed print is clean and the lights above it make a lot more sense in their directionality), actually organized the chest that contains guest linens and towels.
If today ends at noon, I am golden. If not, I am exhausted and overwhelmed.
I have to laugh at forgetting about "mantel" since I do that all of the time.
Also, once, while writing an exceptionally long term paper in HS, I forgot how to spell "the". I clearly remember sitting there, saying the word out loud, and being scrunchy-faced thinky about it and pronouncing it over and over and and wondering what could *possibly* be written down to reflect a "the" sound.
Okay, this is weird/not-weird. Jezebel and Gawker have both covered this video as if it's a tale of diva bitchery, when if you watch it, it's not. It's a tale of divas talking about each other, sometimes well, and sometimes badly. The Jez commenter reaction was "why are you characterising it so badly?" and the Gawker was "dem bitches bad, man!" I get it that Denton's in it for pageviews, but I'm a little creeped out by the Gawker commenters.
Oh Jilli, do you know about antique dolls?
I know hardly anything about them. Bev is the person who knows a lot about dolls, and I love talking to her about about them.
I love the doll houses, I really do. But I don't know enough about them to know what's worth what. But I put a couple of them on display on the den because what's the point of having a doll house if you don't play with it?
Exactly! If there is a doll house, it must be played with!
My Monday woe: the stress-triggered eczema flared up overnight. I am currently trying not to claw open the back of my neck.
