Under the Glass Bell

Ground Control to Major Tom

Took a nice, long nap this afternoon and it was heaven. (Was off work today.)

Lots of things are running around my head tonight, but I'm not at liberty to put any of it down yet. Give me a few days.

Will be happy to vote tomorrow and hope that the results turn out well.

What Will I Think of Next? Where Can I Hide?

How can one remain nauseous so many days in a row? I don't get it. I am so sick of feeling like I'm going to puke/puking. Seriously, what is up with this kid????

Today was another gorgeous day. We gained an hour of sleep, which was nice. C still woke up at 7. So he slept through the extra hour.

We made it to they gym by 9:30 this morning. They have a little kids' center where C stays when we work out. I really did not feel like working out, but feel like I have to try to do something to make this morning sickness better. I definitely had more energy for the rest of the day, but still feel shitty at the moment.

I'm in need of some good reading. I haven't been in the mood to read at all, lately. But, I've got House of Incest and The Collected Stories of Collette sitting on my nightstand. Maybe I'll dig in to one of them for a bit before I hit the hay.

Bon nuit.

Dry is Good and Wind is Better

Quote from hub about twenty minutes ago upon hearing that it is 10 below AGAIN today:

"That's awesome! That's how I like it."

Ha!

It's the Only Thing We Can't Seem to Turn Upside Down

Ah, well that was refreshing. The two and a half month break I took, that is.

Let's see. Holidays were good. The baby, um, I mean TWO-year-old, is doing better than fine. Hub = good too. Can't complain.

I tried to rent Sleeping Beauty this week. (Although Blockbuster was out.) Seriously, you'd think I'd had enough with kid shows, no? Anyway, last week I remembered a fantasy that I used to have when I was a girl. Basically, me floating under water, waiting to be rescued by the charming prince. I remembered it in a flash and the strength of the visual shocked me.

I can't seem to shake the image. It's one of those things that you remember so suddenly that you have to be remembering it now for a reason. It has to play into something that you're trying to figure out about yourself now as an adult. Thus, the new masthead. It's not the exact image, but in the same genre.

Oh, yeah, so Sleeping Beauty. I started telling someone last week that I never went to movies as a kid. Then I remembered that my mom and grandma did take me to see the Disney Movies as they were rereleased. I distinctly remember Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Sleeping Beauty really clicked. Our heroine is prone and helpless, waiting for someone to come save her.

Strange things are afoot in my head and heart these days. Might as well follow Sleeping Beauty down the path and see where she goes.

Speaking of heroines, divas and demigods, I'm so bummed out about the Tori Amos show. I stopped seeing her live because I really didn't dig her with a band. Maybe she needs a better sound tech, but she gets drowned out. You kind of feel like you're being hit by this wall of harsh sound and you can pick bits of Tori out of it. She did do a couple of songs solo with the piano and they were stunning. Anyway, made me kind of sad.

All the Good Girls are at Home with Broken Hearts

I had a moment of pure joy yesterday. It was a cool, but sunny day here in Chicago. The leaves are beautiful. I drove from my house to Target to pick up some last minute things for Baby C's Halloween party. Free Fallin' came on the radio and I blasted it and sang along and all felt right in the world.

And then I came back to reality. The hub has been sick for 5 days, Char has been sick and is teething, I'm working myself into the ground at work and we're all cranky as hell. I just threw out the rest of the Halloween candy as I know that stuffing my face with chocolate all day has not helped the mood issue.

Char was adorable yesterday. He had six friends over in the afternoon. I had to work for most of it, but came up for a while and took some photos.

Here is something completely out of left field, but it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate sippy cups. They just gross me out. I know that I have a super keen sense of smell, but come on. The hard plastic holds odors. I cannot stand picking up a cup before pouring milk in it and smelling dish soap. And don't get me going on those stupid plastic valves. It is impossible to feel like one of those has actually been sanitized. Plus, I'm constantly fighting with my husband over it as he forgets to take them out and clean them separately from the cup. Twice now, I've pulled out a valve before I gave it to my guy to find moldy milk gunkus inside. I am constantly yelling at B, "You're going to kill the baby!"

Yeah, I'm a bit on edge as of late.

Monday night, Tori Amos at the Auditorium Theatre second row seats. I need a lip gloss boost in my America.

Don't Make Me Come to Vegas

I don't think that one could make me go down the street to Starbucks at the moment. I've been feeling run down with sore throat and ears and swollen glands. I thought it was some sinus crap. Turns out that it's either strep or some other kind of adenoidal infection. Quick strep test came back negative, but they don't want to rule it out yet. Have to wait two days for the results of the throat culture. Yay.

I've been working my fingers to the bone over the past few weeks. I need to slow down a bit.

On the upside, my little boy is so damn yummy right now. Christ, is that kid simply adorable. I'll post a few pics of and stories about him soon.

I see that the NaBloPoMo sign up is up and so, being the sucker that I am, I signed up again. November will be fun.

Listening to a few things regularly these days:

• Mark Ronson
• Jim White - Wrong-Eyed Jesus (AMAZING)
• Dylan - Nashville Skyline (Against my Will)
• My Own Fall 2007 Fab-O Mix (Track listings to come later)
• LOTS of Elizabeth Mitchell
• Fucking Elmo. I HATE fucking Elmo

You Better Know. How Much You Do. I'm a Joke.

Never trust those who speak so poorly of others.
What a mess.

Fifteen Minutes to Midnight

I went to bed 3 hours ago. I swear I did. But it seems the hydrocodone has now moved from knocking me out, to motivating me to do things. So I spent the past two hoors cleaning out our CDs and arranging them in the new enterainment center. I'm tempted to hang the new living room curtains as well. I'm going to be in a world of hurt tomorrow.

You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Aimee Mann covers that on her Christmas album. Quite entertaining. Interestingly enough, the hub bought the album, not me.

Our friends the AHs came over to watch football today. I hauled my ass out the door, got groceries and then made chili. It was the first batch of the year and tasted great. The boys played together for a bit and were super-cutey before taking their individual naps. (And by boys, I mean kids, not husbands. Heh.)

I finished the shrug that I've been working on for a while. I'm not super into it. I really need to pay more attention to proportions.

I am so goddamn tired. I could lay down on the floor and crap out right now. I have a bit more work to plow through, however, so I'll keep moving forward.

Friday night I did watch The Breakup. Meh. Also got about halfway through the Bonfire of the Vanities. I know I saw it shortly after it came out, but don't remember a thing about it. We recorded it in HD, so it looks purty. Last night I got halfway through Casino in HD. I'd never seen it. So far so good. Seems like typical Scorcese gangster fare.

Have I mentioned that I'm having my wisdom teeth removed on Friday? Uh. Dreading it, but it needs to be done. I'm being put out for it. But am still scared. Wish me luck.

I filled my sleeping pill prescription tonight, so at least I will be getting a good night's sleep. I keep having this thing happen where I'm exhausted, I lay down in bed and then on comes a panic attack. So I get up and read or watch movies until I think I can sleep. Which oftentimes is in the wee hours of the morning. Not a good thing at all.

Bought a 24 pack of RC today. Now, I've really cut back on my soda consumption, but I felt the need for a little treat. And to me, nothing spells a treat like a bit of good ole Royal Crown pop. (Notice, I did not say soda. I'm from the Midwest, dammit. It's pop.)

Ah, and another beverage treat. Bought myself packets of Quick hot chocolate w/ bunny shaped marshmallows. Yum.

Uh, I am really out of the habit of writing. Yet another boring as shit blog entry.