Thousand Dollar Wound
Songs of the Hour: You and Your Sister & When I Grow Too Old to Dream
(I’m obviously in a mood)
1. "I’m Your Man" opens tomorrow, or so I’m told, and I can’t find it in a 60 mile radius. this upsets me.
2. It seems I forgot to mention along the way the ER debacles that have gone on for the last couple weeks. My beautiful, precious, baby boy got himself bitten by a (you guessed it) spider of some unknown variety and 4 days later started showing the signs. Like nasty looking leg sore signs. After the first ER visit, he broke out with huge rashes and had to go back. I couldn’t get out of work, so poor Brian had to deal with the paper work nightmare and now the babybit is on all sorts of crap, including a steroid, which has not aided angelic behavior to say the least. He’ll be fine, but that $1200 hospital bill is giving me an ulcer and I suppose I’ll be the next to hit the ER. And no, of course he doesn’t have insurance. That’s for responsible people’s kids.
3. Have I mentioned the evils of spiders?
4. It seems the fundamentalist Christians are right: America is going straight to hell- there’s no other way to justify how fucking hot it is right now. I put down a plastic bag in the parking lot at work and it melted in spots. That’s just not normal.
5. Speaking of fundamentalists, passed a church sign the other night that said "God won’t save a Godless America."
"Rubbed me the wrong way" doesn’t quite cover the intellectual gag reflex that spread to the back of my throat. You know what, I love you too much to rant. You can imagine.
6. Snakes on a Plane.
7. Joss’ new school starts July 10th. That’s the day before his birthday, but he’s oddly excited about it. It’ll be his first in-school birthday. Hope the excitement doesn’t wear off by next year.
8. There was this odd vortex-in-the-universe moment last week. Joss, Brian, and my dad were all at Adventure Landing playing laser tag in the black-light maze. My dad. Laser tag. And then we played this shooting game, which he was kind of ok at. A round of mini-golf. And then, my pinnacle acheivment, I got him in the batting cage hitting softballs. If you know my father, you should stop and savor. If you don’t, you’re really, really, missing out.
You know, I couldn’t even get my dad to come to my volleyball/softball/basketball games in school. not even when I was pitching. Not a single piano/flute/violin recital- nothing. It’s weird to see him so active with Joss- I love it. It makes everything 10 times more fun for a kid when someone’s watching, you know? The day I came home from school and my dad was playing playstation with him, I almost fainted. It makes me happy, I guess my point is.
that’s about it. Otherwise, I’m floating in this bizarre haze of confusion that I can’t explain. Still sorting. we’ll see.
love.
June 21st, 2006 at 4:45 am
2. Just remember this spider bite trauma will all seem worth it when he puts on tights and saves New York City.
4. The extreme heat (a.k.a. global warming) means that the hippies and Al Gore are right. The Fundies still have their heads up their asses.
7. He’s in year-round then? Good to hear he’s excited about it. I’ve been thinking of what to do for him birthday-wise…
8. Phillipe on a laptop.
“bizarre haze of confusion…” You fucking tease. Guess that means it’s time for our quarterly date. After this week I’m done with my class, and we need to hang.
June 25th, 2006 at 9:24 pm
Currently, I am sitting in a sweater, fleece lined boots, and cordouroy pants. I would honestly trade the cold for some plastic-melting heat. At least then I’d feel like I was actually living at the beach.