Never underestimate the commercial value of mental illness.
One of the characters in The Proviso has post-traumatic stress disorder. Pretty sure I haven’t blogged this. I don’t think I’ve posted it in a comment anywhere. I haven’t sought out any PTSD blogs since I started using the feedreader.
So how come my Google feedreader is all of a sudden giving me recommendations on blogs dealing with PTSD?
I gotta find another reader.
Tax Deduction #1 is 5 and can’t read much yet. Bad Mommy! Bad Mommy! Call social services.
Okay, well, I keep a CD player in her room so she can have music (“lullabies”) and we’ve been doing this for about 7 months, I guess, givvertake.
CD #1 was Kenny Loggins’s Return to Pooh Corner
CD #2 was Tina Malia’s Lullaby Favorites
She wanted the Nutcracker
So we’ve been on CD #3 now for about a week and a half. It’s just one of those compilation samplers of baroque
She says to me, she says, “Mama, there’s a springtime song!”
Oh, really? I mean, I know which one she’s probably talking about, but where/how does she know it’s the “springtime song”? Did she learn that at school? (Cause, wow, great school!) Or does it just magically say “Hey, I’m a springtime song” to a kindergartner?
So she’s on me about this, right? Tonight I turn on her “lullabies” (she had a meltdown when I told her it was really called “baroque,” so we’re back to “lullabies”) and she says to me, she says, “Number 9 is the springtime song.” So I look and why, yes, it is, right there, #9. I asked her a bunch of questions about how she knew this (well, I guess interrogated would be a better word), but she didn’t cough anything up.
I decided to go on the theory that a 5-year-old, when listening to Vivaldi’s Concerto No. 1, automatically knows that that’s the springtime song.
Because to think otherwise would take away the magic.
…that would have me as a member.
I spent all weekend with my Netgear wireless router
This morning I contacted my host to say, “Hey, I know it’s not you guys, but do you have any advice?”
It was them guys. My IP addy got blacklisted somehow.
Here’s to me and Dude, who got married 6 years ago in the LDS Nauvoo, Illinois temple (very soon after it re-opened). Yeah, we got married on a Friday. The 13th. On purpose.
Dude likes funny ties, but Serious Ties not so much. I’m not keen on the Stooges and I thought Spongebob Squarepants was hilarious–but he didn’t. We have been at a tie impasse ever since. Until today.
Happy anniversary, baby.
I have an addictive personality and for years, I lived by the motto: If a little’s good, a lot’s gotta be better. It’s taken me years to get that pounded out of me. There are only 3 things where, as Madonna put it, “any number is fine with me/as long as it’s more”:
sex
money
books
And there are 2 things I have learned, to my everlasting detriment, where less is best:
salt (way to ruin a perfectly grilled slab of cow)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
See, Christmas for me usually starts in late September/early October, when the autumn rains start and the leaves begin to mat on the ground. Well, this year, the autumn rains are coming early (though the leaves haven’t even begun to whisper that they’re going to turn). The first sign I’m getting itchy? I crack out the Christmas carols. Okay, so I’m a bit ahead of schedule right now, but then I decided to do a bit of Mom Stuff (that would be mending) and went digging for the Rudolph DVD.
The Tax Deductions don’t appreciate Rudolph for the wonder and magic
that he is and I have to admit, in September, there’s not much magic
there for me, either.
The magic of Rudolph, I’ve discovered,
is in knowing that it will be shown on X date, probably early December, on CBS
at X time and if you miss it, you’re just shit out of luck and you have to wait
until next year.
I have a DVD and a VHS tape up for sale.