Thursday, January 11, 2007

I'm willing to tell you; I'm wanting to tell you; I'm waiting to tell you.

(Bonus points if you know the movie *hint--it's a musical* from which the subject quote was lifted.)

I really am! That is, willing, wanting, and waiting to tell you all the new and exciting news of my life. Problem is--there just isn't any. Soph is still equal parts precocious, naughty, and sweet as a bug; E is still equal parts maddening and amazing; work is still equal parts gratifying and exasperating; Utah is still equal parts crawling with Mormons and as safe and comfy as a well worn t-shirt; and I am still equal parts mother, wife, teacher, and inner-rock-star-who-is-dying-to-get-out.

What can I say? The days go by, and nothing happens that I feel is blog-worthy. It's both sad and a relief that 4 year-old Soph seems to be past the shenanigans of the last couple of years. I'm afraid there will be no more blogging about pudding art or anatomy lessons. I've said all there is to say about my struggles with weight and body image. I mean really, now many times and ways can you rephrase, "I'm fat but too lazy to do anything about it." I don't know folks. I think this blog may be going the way of the dodo.

I was kind of trying to think of some kind of formulaic approach to the blog--as I've seen others do: Monday, meme day; Tuesday, tantrum day; Wednesday, what-if? day; etc. But I just don't know.

I love my blog. I've fought battles for my blog. But I think I'm about blogged out.

This isn't a plea for comments like, "Don't quit blogging! You are totally awesome and if you quit, my pet hamster Gertrude and I will just absolutely perish!" I'm not deleting the blog or anything. Just thinking about why posting used to be a fun, daily ritual, and now it's a bit of a bi-monthly grind. If you have any ideas about how to bring back the zing, I'd much rather hear those.

So--enough meta-blog-nition. Onto the few bits of news I DO have.

Sophie has another bad hair cut. It's SHORT! Like, boy short. I had it cut at the beauty school (error 1) and it was ok, but not great. Then my mom did a little snipping here and there to try and fix things up (error 2) and I finally took her to my girl (who I go to like once a year) and the result is, well SHORT! No pics but I'll get some up soon. E hates it. I don't HATE it per say, but it's definitely short. I bought her some cute clippies and headbands--that she won't keep in, and even sprung for some $16.00 spray wax stuff (Am I the only one who thinks that calling various hair-goos "product" is kind of lame? As in, "Let's put in some product.") to--what did she say, "piece it out," which I think really means, "mess it up on top a little." I even asked her if she wanted to get her ears pierced--and she did, until the gal said, "Let me get my gun." Dur lady.

In TV news, I finally ordered Angel season one and it arrived yesterday. That lead to a much later night than I'm accustom to (11:30--jump back!) AND reopened the "Who's hotter: Angel or Spike" debate, and what a lovely debate it is. (Pause for vampy threesome fantasy. Ok. Done.) So far, I can say that it's definitely watchable. I'm kind of addicted to the watching-completed-series-on DVD thing. In my brain it feels like reading a nice long novel much more than watching the tube.

What else? Oh--I bought tickets for E and myself to the Willie Nelson and Family concert in February. I love me some Willie. I think I scored pretty decent seats, so that's something to look forward to.

Today's best thing about being a mom:
Kissing her forehead while she's sleeping

Today's worst thing about being a mom:
She has SO many questions about death lately and I just don't know how to answer them. I'm trying to be honest and age appropriate, but for some reason, she seems to be afraid that I'm going to die. I think it's from all the Disney princess movies. Think about it. Snow White? Mom's dead. Sleeping Beauty's mom? Dead. Belle's mom? Dead. They don't come out and say that Ariel and Jasmine's moms are dead, but it's implied by their absence. I can't tell her I'm never going to die, and that's what she wants me to say. I tell her I'm young and healthy and that she doesn't need to worry about it, but man does she.


Linda Lee said...

So happy you got tickets to see Willie. He's coming back to Colorado in March, and I'm excited to see him again.


patrice said...

a few things.

a) I am in the same boat with my blog. I've decided that I will post when I want to and have time to, say whatever I feel like, not give updates if I don't want to, and see how it goes. who am I beholden to? I know people like to read it but really, it's yours.

2) I hate the word "product".

iii) the death thing. I think every kid goes through that as part of the separation process, as they realize more and more that they are separate from other people. the first part is them pushing boundaries, and then when that's done, they look back at the room they've made for themselves and get a little nervous. anyways, I recently read, in dear prudence of all places, that you should be honest and not lie and say you'll never die, but put it in context (everything dies) and add in longevity (but I'm not going to die for a long, long time - probably not until you have grandkids of your own).

clock's ticking. one week from today, I'm boarding a plane to you.

patrice said...

ps, my fair lady?

the beige one said...

Seriously, just blog when you can, and if you have the desire...What I find is that I go in spurts.

Ah, Angel...Seasons 2 - 4 are pretty stellar, and S5 is fun. Mind you, the Whites and I still argue about S4, wondering what you think.

After watching an episode of S6 Buffy, then following it with S3 Angel last night (my roomie has gone waaaaaaaay deep), the truth of the matter Angel was more entertaining than Buffy, especially after Buffy's S5. Them's my taters.

Enjoy Willie when he comes!

Katy said...

First of all, where have you been all my life??? We need to go get a coke or something post haste.

Second... sooo when you're done with Angel may I borrow? Pleeeeease? I'm working on corrupting the new roomies but I don't have some key disks. That's the goal this week, go through and see which one's no workie. I love you greatly!!

~A~ said...

1) I don't care if what I put in my blog is blogworthy or not anymore. I just type because I have no cool video games and there's only so many times I can play Halo.

2) "Product" is stupid

3) The shenanigans will return, they just become a little different.

4) Hair grows back, thank goodness. :)

5) Although I haven't gotten to Buffy yet, I have been watching Angel on TNT in the morning. I happen to actually catch it from the beginning of season one one morning. So I get up at 6 and watch that episode in bed and then at 7 I get the kids up and catch as much as I can while getting them ready for school.

Eventually I'll get around to Buffy.

6) Hands down the best book on explaining death to children in a non-scary way. Lifetimes

Stine said...

TBO, Season 4 Angel, Jasmine sucks.

I hear you on the blog thing. I've taken to only posting when inspired. I dunno, perhaps you could consider a theme sort of thing. Like mine is loosely a bodywork, what I'm finding out about my body sort of thing. Perhaps you could do a teacher thing, or a fiction theme. Something teacherly and literary - when it strikes you.

JJisafool said...

It is the predictable lifecycle of blogging, really. Almost everyone does it at first. Some give up past a few entries, some make it a few months, some find it is really for them and will do it forever.

But, there are also those of us that will make ourselves feel really guilty for quitting. Or just for not posting enough. The new hangers-on like me will content ourselves with as many posts as we get, and the great unwashed can just go take a bath.

JJisafool said...

BTW, has anyone ever gotten a comment to take on the first try with New Blogger. I swear, every damn time, I haveta log in twice, type the nonsense word seven times, and recite the ancient incantation of Cthullu while burning cat hair.

OldMotherHubbardSharesAll said...

JJis; That is the problem - your burning cat hair and it's suppose to be tiger hair (it would take the first time if you changed!)

So what movie?

NME said...

I'm with you on the blogging thing. The less I blog the crappier and blabbering my posts are - and the less all of you blog the less motivated I am to blog. It seems we've all lost alot of momentum. It's just nice to read something from you when you have soemthing to say.

I am far from a country girl - but I love me some Willie.

I have to thank you for leaving me that comment on the photo of Noah at the fireworks - I think of Sophie saying that about Noah enjoying being a big boy almost every day - and it still chokes me up.