I have recently decided that when people ask me "How are you?" the best reply would be "I'm doing swimmingly, thank you!" Because I really enjoy saying "swimmingly." Also, I think it sounds posh. Bonus.
Last night the kiddos discovered a recipe for Alphabet Pretzels in ZOOM! magazine, and in a burst of domesticity not to be rivaled by even Martha Stewart her very self, set to work intent on making the best damn "MOM" pretzel EVAH! Unfortunately they chose to disregard the very first-- and arguably most crucial-- instruction: "Check with a grown-up before you start this." You know, due to the yeast? And the 350 degree oven? And the questionably clean hands? Oh, and the 10 bazillion cups of flour I might have been saving for, I don't know, baking perhaps in the near future but now must settle for discovering in these nasty, unusable clumps in every nook and cranny of my kitchen? And the honey! Dear God, the HONEY! That being said, how could I refuse to eat the fruits of my children's labors, even if the first M looked more like a sort of squiggly mountain and the O was decidedly lacking in salt due to a production glitch? It can't be done. Shiz went down rough, I tell you what, but my kiddos smiles were worth it.
I am so in love with Patrick Park's song Something Pretty. It's pop-folksy and melodically poignant and utterly honest and excruciatingly sad, but even with lyrics such as "I'm the open sign that's always busted/I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted," the song is not lost to defeatism. Dude draws you in and you feel that somehow he-- or we, or they-- will somehow rise above it all, overcome. It's beautiful... I don't know. Maybe it's just the freaking wicked, old-timey blues sound. Honestly. What's not to love about a musician with a bluegrass banjo picking it old school?
When one has spent the past four days roaming the house in slippers and pajama pants wondering if showering is truly necessary since no one is around anyway and even though the fridge is full of nothing but three-day-old pumpkin and apple pie, plus a bit of left-over roasted butternut squash and carrots, and even though the milk is almost gone there is really no need to hit the grocery stores just yet as there are still plenty of packets of instant oatmeal and they come in assorted flavors and everything and the juice boxes are still holding up pretty well and no one really needs whipped cream on the pie anyway, my question is this: is it time to stage an intervention? Um, just wondering.
Yo, yo, yo, dawgs! American Idol 5! It's coming! It's COMING! My wee Ryan! The Dawg Pound! Tantastic Paula! Simon the Man-Breasted! All I have to say is you better lose yourself in the music, the moment... this opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo? Snap back to reality, ooh, there goes gravity... Woo!... Okay, fine, maybe Eminem said that, but still. You know? AI5! It's friggin' coming!
8 Comments:
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LadyBug commented:
"... this opportunity comes once in a lifetime..."
But if this is American Idol 5, doesn't that mean the opportunity has already come FIVE times in a lifetime?- » 12/28/2005 3:41 PM
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LadyBug commented:
P.S. No intervention is necessary, unless you run out of juice boxes, find that you have Kool-Aid packets but no sugar, and then consider making sugarless Kool-Aid, thinking perhaps the kids won't notice.
- » 12/28/2005 3:43 PM
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commented:
Aha! You listen to Eminem, too! Thank goodness I'm not the only one. And an intervention is not needed - that is called Living The Life, my friend.
- » 12/28/2005 7:00 PM
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ps - In my most recent post, I linked to a post of yours from way back when (okay, August). Hope that's okay...
- » 12/28/2005 7:02 PM
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Not-So-Normal-Mom commented:
Yeah! American Idol. Cat...check out my blog for something you and TGYM have to look forward to. Oh, isn't living the life fun????
- » 12/28/2005 7:17 PM
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Cat commented:
ladybug: Tooooosh! (or touche'. Whatev. Same diff.)
ladybug: Ah-ha! Kool-Aid! Duh!
kalki: Good to know, good to know... But should I be worried about the smell?
kalki: I am honored. And also feeling The Crazy again, so THANKS a WHOLE LOT.
NSN Mom: OMG! What did you SAY?! (You know, later?) You see? This is why we don't have cable.- » 12/29/2005 6:31 AM
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Unknown commented:
Yes, I believe an intervention is absolutely necessary for you. :)
- » 12/29/2005 8:30 AM
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commented:
Happy 13th anniversary (TODAY!), you crazy kids!!! And cat, thanks for your comment. Love you, girl.
- » 12/29/2005 6:07 PM