Most forms of entertainment require a degree of this. After all, can we really believe that people randomly break out in song to explain an important detail?
Anyway, my cousin was filling me in last week on the details of the new 90210. I have a confession: I religiously watched the original 90210, but I lost interest once Shannen Doherty left. (After all, before she was Brenda Walsh, she was Heather Duke.) And then when they left the zip code to go to college, well, I really stopped watching.
So, back to the new 90210. Instead of twins, the main parents have a daughter and an adopted son (who happens to be black - they adopted him while he was a foster child in their home). They're moving to So Cal from Kansas instead of Minnesota. And the adopted son? He's a star la crosse player... from Kansas.
Would one of my neighbors from the Mid West please clarify this for me? Do schools even have la crosse teams in Kansas?
The dad of the parents is some guy who used to be on Melrose Place, and if I'm not mistaken, I think his character died. I also think Kelly Tayor (Jenni Garth's character) either slept with him or had a crush on him, but I could also be thinking of someone else. (So many people in Kelly's life to keep track of, you see.) Anyway, he's supposed to be a West Beverly alum, and is coming back to SoCal to take care of his ailing mother and assume the role of school principal at West Beverly - where Kelly teaches (or is a guidance counselor - I really wasn't paying attention).
He gave me a rundown on the other characters and their backstories, too, but each one seemed more far-fetched the the previous. I think the jury's still out on whether I'll give this show a chance. I honestly haven't decided. I think if Brenda came back to West Beverly instead of Kelly, I'd be more apt to watch. But I don't know.
All I know is that if I decide to watch it, I'll have to suspend disbelief for an awfully long time...
My former roommate just had her little boy this morning! Mom and baby are just fine, and dad and big sis look like they're well, too. Hooray!
Wendy and I had talked late last week about the baby. She was getting really anxious, as today was her due date and she was showing no signs of labor. She told me that if she scheduled for an induction today if he didn't come on his own; from the photos she sent, it looks like she delivered via Cesarean.
But everyone looks great in the photographs!
(One baby out, three more to go. But as two of them aren't due until January, there's still plenty of time!)
The Boy has started something new whenever I take him to school. It used to be that I'd bring him to his classroom, he'd find a toy, start playing with it, and all would be forgotten. Sometimes he would cling to my leg for a few minutes until something caught his eye, but after the first couple of weeks, I no longer had to "escape" from his grasp to leave the room.
He has just recently started throwing himself onto the ground in a crying fit after I say goodbye. I know this doesn't last long, but it's still heartbreaking - and not at all the last image I like to have of my little one.
The weekends are full of these now, too. Sometimes I understand why he's doing it (i.e., when I tell him very sternly that he is absolutely forbidden from opening the cabinets under Aunt Bekki's sink), but at other times, it seems to come from nowhere. And that is the most frustrating thing about it.
What is the quickest false assumption people make about you?
Submitted by JJ.
That I'm quiet. Seriously. People look at me and think I'm quiet and mild-mannered. It must be an Asian woman stereotype thing.
Oh, yeah, and they're all surprised that I like to listen to loud, angry, Angst-ridden music. As if I know of any other kind!
So, I'm on Facebook now. I finally caved and joined the masses a few weeks ago. (After all, my sister is on Facebook! She's not even on Vox!)
I'm kind of ambivalent about it, though.
On one hand, I absolutely love the fact that I've been able to get in touch with people from back in the day (or, as my friend Thomas would say, "Before the War"). I like being able to (sort of) interact with old friends and reconnect after several years. That part's awesome.
But as I browsed the lists of my fellow high school alumni, I realized there are a lot more people with whom I would rather not reconnect than people I'd like to see again. And of the people with whom I'd like to reestablish ties, there's always that question of "Will ____ even remember me?" Mind you, it's not like I went to a huge school (my graduating class had less than 250 people in it), but it's also been more years than I'd like to admit. And lots of people come in and out of your life in 16 years.
And that's precisely the thing that gets me. Should I even care if someone doesn't remember me? Or if someone doesn't want to add me as their "friend"? After all, if I haven't talked to them in 16 years (or, in some cases, more), it's not like their absence in my (Facebook) life will suddenly cause this great chasm-like void. But, of course, it's an ego thing.
Just like it was in high school.
So, The Boy was sent home from school today because of a reaction to something he ate for lunch. (For the record, lunch was pizza, salad with Italian dressing, apples, and water.) As a result (and I really don't get this), he needs to see the doctor and get a note so that he can return to school tomorrow.
[sigh]
But it doesn't stop there. As today is P&L Tuesday (of Month-End Week), I was unable to collect him from school. Thankfully, Chris was able to leave work and get him. (It just so happens that Chris isn't feeling too well right now, anyway... not that watching The Boy is much of a break, mind you.) I called the doctor's office and got an appointment scheduled for later today. (I think it helps that everyone there loves this kid.)
Here's the punchline: The Boy hasn't taken a nap, save a few seconds in the car. Moreover, he's refusing to take a nap. So, even if Chris is able to get him down for a little while, the appointment is for 3:45, not leaving much time for a good, solid nap, anyway.
Oh, we're in for a doozy tonight. Can anyone say "overtired" and "night terrors"?
(No, the title is not meant to imply that I'm on mushrooms. It's merely the post that is about mushrooms.)
The very first food aversion I noticed when I was pregnant was towards mushrooms. My husband and I were in Los Angeles, visiting the (now closed) Hard Rock Cafe at the Beverly Center. I ordered the vegetarian sandwich - one of my favorites - only to discover after three bites that I had no desire to eat it. I couldn't explain why this was so; only two months prior I ate one with gusto at the Hard Rock Cafe in Orlando. Several weeks later, I realized I had a major aversion to mushrooms and didn't eat any throughout my pregnancy.
The soup I'm eating for lunch today has mushrooms in it, and I've discovered I'm not a big fan of them in this soup. I had stuffed mushrooms just two weeks ago (you couldn't tear me away from the table) and mushrooms in a stir fry I made last week (and I know in all certainty that I'm not pregnant), so I know it's not an aversion. I think I just have something against these particular mushrooms.
But picking out the mushrooms from my soup got me thinking... With all the poisonous varieties out there, someone had to watch a lot of animals eating mushrooms and following them to see what, if anything, would happen to them before consuming those same mushrooms himself. Or, I suppose a single person in a tribe might have consumed one and become violently ill or died, thus alerting the rest of the tribe to the dangers of eating that particular variety. After all, food (excluding breastmilk) is definitely something that's learned and not inherent.
Damn, there's a lot of mushrooms in this soup.
Somehow, I don't know how, I tore off half my nail when I was getting into the shower last night. And it hurts! A lot.
So now I have a bandaid wrapped around my finger, practically cutting off circulation so that I feel as little pain as possible. I can take some comfort in knowing that it's just a nail and will grow back, but that knowledge doesn't stop it from hurting!
When I was younger, I was totally up on music. Of the music I liked, I could tell you all sorts of fun facts about the artist, the album, the song, blah blah blah. And I would be completely offended when someone would tell me (as my husband sometimes does) that it all sounds the same, that one song is virtually indistinguishable from the next.
Today, while listening to my Complaint Rock station on Pandora, I realized that (gasp!) he might be on to something. Moreover, I've just switched over to my Angry Rock station and have found very little difference between the two stations. It's partially because the artists cross lines, and I get that. But still! (Does this mean I'm angry when I'm complaining? Or that I complain when I'm angry?)
Anyway, perhaps most troubling is that as I listen to (newer) songs, I have to check to see the name of the artist. I know I like the song; I just have no idea who sings it.
I used to love looking through liner notes and memorizing lyrics. Now, I couldn't tell you when I last bought a CD, let alone what it was. And this saddens me.
I'd like to blame all of this on digital media (and leaving SoCal). I refuse to blame it on my age - or, even worse, that all the music I like really does sound the same!
The Boy is now on the move.
I don't mean this as in walking; he's been doing that for ages. No, I mean that he is now bound and determined to scale things. As in large pieces of furniture.
Yesterday, he successfully hoisted himself on top of a cooler in the kitchen (which has since been emptied and will be put away in the garage after it dries) in an attempt to get to items on the countertop. I stopped him and coaxed him down from said cooler amidst much frustration (and had to endure a minor tantrum, to boot).
Last night, he also climbed on top of some pillows, giving him enough height and leverage to hoist himself onto the ottoman in the family room. Thankfully, he knows how to climb back down (backwards), but I don't think there's much stopping this child from getting into things currently out of reach.
My days are numbered. Anything left out in the open is fair game for his little (sometimes destructive) hands, so I've got to get my crap cleared - and fast!
