My lord, was this weekend ever festive! In addition to Thanksgiving Day mishaps and high-stakes betting, I also enjoyed:
* Going to Vancouver, WA to see Goblet of Fire
* Getting a belly ache from too much egg nog, but then drinking more egg nog anyway
* Finishing my VERY LAST bit of homework for the Fall Term!!! No more studying until January, yo!
* Hanging out with Ganja and then going to an art opening at this elite office store called “Office,” becoming incredibly enraptured by an antique adding machine, also playing Solitaire on my cell phone because my friends were clearly avoiding me (or so I thought in the moment)
* Going to Portland Meadows- the horse track near the river. Did I win big monies? I did. 16 dollars big! Go go, lucky seven!
* Spending lots of time in my little nest-room, hanging holiday lights and raging the space heater
* Other fun stuff
So I capped off the lovely weekend by watching the Outsiders with Steve last night and drinking Coke with Lime, which kept me up even later. I was meant to get up at 6:50 this morning in order to pick up my carpool at 7:30. At 7:15 she called me to see if I wanted to work out after school. I was still sleeping. The alarm did not go off. The party was officially over. I mumbled something to the effect of, “Work out? No. What time is it? Fuck.” How do they let a lady as irresponsible as me become a teacher? What kind of people do they have working for the Licensure board? Where are your tax dollars going? These are the questions you should be asking yourself right about now.
Finally, let me transcribe the conversation I had with the twins last night as I was reading them a bedtime story:
Amedeo: Your boobs are big.
Willow: (noncommital noise, continues to read Cheerio story)
Amedeo: Your boobs are bigger than my mom’s boobs.
Willow: (appropriating the language used by the parents) That’s my privacy, buddy. Let’s just read this story, okay?
Amedeo: I’m gonna chop your boob off!
Eban: (giggles helplessly)
Willow: Buddy, that’s not a nice thing to say at all!
What do I do? They are only 3 years old! Children are jerks.
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Hee, hee. I was watching the three-year-old daughter of some friends in the waiting room of the hospital while they were getting ready to give birth to their second. We were drawing a person: I’d ask her what to draw next, then she’d say “Head” or “Belly”. Innocently, I asked “What’s missing?”, expecting “arms” or “eyes”. Instead, I got “Boobies!” Slyly, I handed over the pad and said “Here, you draw them!”
EGGNOG!!!
So much eggnog.
So good.
Stay Golden, Pony Lady.
Seriously, stay gold.
Just finished The Outsiders for real. I watched it last night, but I was distracted and didn’t really give it the attention it so obviously deserves. Jesus. What a movie.
Holy Crap Willow! The soon-to-be-an-american-classic NATIONAL TREASURE featuring Nicolas Cage and launching Justin Bartha into the limelight gets no mention?
It was the winner of the BMI Film Music Award and Diane Kruger was nominated for the Saturn Award for Best Supporting Actress and a Taurus Award for Best Overall Stunt by a Stunt Woman for the scene where “a woman hangs from the open door of a catering truck as it races through the streets. She successfully jumps from hanging on the swinging door to a van trying to rescue her.”
This movie will become a cult classic and people will quote the lines to each other: “Grandpa!” and the other person will say, You’re not supposed to be up here, looking at that.”
And let us not forget the plight of Romantic Henchman! He did not die, because he is destined for a spin-off movie!
hhhhm. why are all kids obsessed with boobs?
anyway hello i’m in portland. would be great to meet u sometime! i have a film screening on the 18th http://www.holocene.org/calendar/ so if not before definitely then i hope!