I’ve about had it with the bullshit happening in hockey right now. seriously. just make a freaking deal already. it’s like a bunch of kids arguing over their toy cars or something. It doesn’t matter anymore. Just make the deal.
ahhhh! It makes me so mad.
Okay, the deadline for the baby cover contest is tomorrow. We’ve narrowed it down to three pictures. I’ve looked at these pics so many times now my eyes are blurry. I need outside opinions. This is where you guys come in. It will help for people who’ve never met Ryland to help choose. They have unbiased eyes, I think. Also, those who know Ryland and have a sense of his personality.
Pick from one of the following three photos:
naked baby:
smiling in high chair:
sitting in grass:
Just tell me in my comments which you think is the winner…and hurry! Time is short!
When you don’t have a real job, weekends don’t mean much except that you can hang out with your working friends more often. I am starting to miss working. Listening to my friends talk and complain about their jobs makes me a bit envious. Not that I want to be working some crappy job I hate, but I guess just having that sort of adult interaction and having something else to talk about and worry about than baby stuff. I love being at home with Ryland, I wish it could last forever, but maybe going back to work won’t be quite as bad as I thought.
So, I’m a little nervous about the new Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie. I want it to be good but it will probably suck. I’ve only read the book as it was released in the US, so I am not some sort of crazed Galaxy fan, but I loved it very much and I don’t want stupid Hollywood mucking it up. stupid hollywood.
You know that BBC series called “The Office” that was all the rage and then they went ahead and made an American version here? I’ve been watching the American one and I find it very funny. So I rented the original BBC one to compare, and it was so uncomfortably and hilariously good, better than the American one, I think. (Not to say that I don’t like the one here, because I do.) That guy who created both shows, Ricky Gervais, is a frigging genius. I feel so awkward and embarrassed watching it, smirking and cringing and laughing. Curb Your Enthusiasm does the same thing to me. I like shows that are physically painful for me to watch.
I have to admit that I am just a stupid American, so I watched the BBC show with the subtitles on. I tried not to, but I got so lost and confused and kept going, “What the hell did he just say?” and rewinding it constantly. You Brits have one crazy dialect. I tried to imitate it, but I sounded like such an idiot that even Ryland shook his head in disgust. What can you do. Like I said, I’m just a stupid American.
Speaking of the bebe, he got his first tooth! It finally broke free from its gummy restraint last week. It’s just this teeny tiny pokey little white thing right now. It thrilled me to bits that his first tooth has arrived, but it’s also a bit depressing. No more toothless grins. No more gummy chomps. No turning back. He’s growing up, second by second, and I am powerless to stop it. I just want him to stay little forever.
If I had tons of extra money, I’d go get a manicure and a pedicure and a facial and a leg waxing and a haircut and a massage and some new sandals and some flowers.
Also, if I were super rich I’d have this crazy garden with lots of cool and crazy statues and stone benches and trees and bushes and I would walk around in it and have parties with my friends and we’d play games and laugh and it would be just a very cool garden.
So a few months ago, I was cruising around iTunes looking for new and interesting music and I found my way to a band called Arcade Fire. I listened and downloaded some music and found yet another great band.
Then, a few weeks later, I’m watching Gilmore Girls (one of my favorite programs) and hip little Rory asks her super hip mother if she wants a copy of the Arcade Fire CD. And I thought, “I’m cool just like Rory and Lorelei!”
And now, on m2, I just saw a video for Arcade Fire!
So I may be a music snob, but there’s a reason for it. I’ve got amazing taste. The world is constantly validating my snobbery, justifying my elitism, giving me fuel for my burning ego. I can’t help it. It isn’t my fault. Don’t hate me for my exquisite ears and their boundless capabilities.
In other news, my friend just got robbed. Dirty scumballs broke into their house during the day and stole a bunch of their stuff, including sentimental things, frozen dinners and a half-used roll of deodorant. wtf?
Lots of things in this world bother me. Bad things happening to good people who don’t deserve it is one. People stealing other people’s belongings is another. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done my fair share of shoplifting. But in my mind stealing from stores (or even from work) is a completely different thing than stealing from individuals. Admittedly both are wrong, but I would never break into someone’s home or car to steal their stuff. There’s just something so low about it.
I’ve got a bad feeling about the universe right now. It seems she’s on a bit of a downward swing. I hope we all come out of it okay.