Two weekends back, I boarded my friend Oscar’s truck and headed out to the Grove.
Ska shows are the best for eye candy. Shit howdy.
Skanking is the best new exercise for your thighs, turns out. If you have the means, I hiiiighly recommend these guys live. One of the most fun shows I’ve been to in a long time.
Songs!: http://mog.com/music/Reel_Big_Fish/songs
-CJ
Filed under: academia
Teacher: “Your white blood cells are just cruising around like California Highway Patrol…”
Student: “My cells are assholes?”
-CJ
From an article on MSN: Senate repeal of ban on gays in military falters
Socarides said President Barack Obama “badly miscalculated” the Pentagon’s support for repeal, while Democrats made only a “token effort” to advance the bill.
A part of me wants to be lighthearted and say the gay and lesbian community is too good for the military anyway. The other part of me is so, so sorry for the lives this is negatively affecting. We can all argree this is the one of the stupidest laws in effect, right?
Right.
-CJ
I’m studying cells and molecules and proteins and ohmygod, I’m so sorry, let me get that brain matter off of your blouse with my Tide stick.
me: “I’m anxious to get this test out of the way and get into the actual human body.”
Josh: “Good luck. I’d like to get into your human body.”
-CJ
Over the weekend, Josh and I spent many hours grunting and kicking and throwing and sweating during a five game kickball tournament for a youth charity. My company sponsored enough people to form two teams. Kiddo played ball on the sidelines with a friend while we kicked some ball ASS.
There’s never a lack of interesting in my life.
-CJ
Tuesday: Majority of the day was spent feeling like an out of place eyesore at a ribbon cutting event for a project I had been a part of at work. I sped home as soon as I could, snatched up my child, and rushed through a bowl of salad and a couple chores before I had to dash off to my first day of class.
In the middle of all of this, I asked Kiddo to do a few things. And then I asked again. And again and again and again and do you see where this is going and why it ended with me screaming in my car? Kiddo has not been present during our conversations for some time. She completely tunes out, can’t hold eye contact and can’t be prompted to repeat the things I’ve told her. I have a little more reading to do but I think she is textbook ADD multiplied by eight. I’ll get more in depth on this later.
During this repeating, I tend to lose my cool. Repeating myself is an inexcusably HUGE pet peeve of mine. It is irrational and mean but OH MY GOD. It just is and it has been and it will be. Frustrated to the point of no return, I escape to my car when Josh gets home, breathe deeply, and look up to see Kiddo flinging open the back gate. Lucy shoots like a bullet to her freedom. I peel out.
Outside of class, waiting for the teacher, a super friendly stranger leans in and asks, ‘How you doin’?’
Me? Oh, just finished a crying fit in my car, irrationally lashed out at my boyfriend and probably scarred my child, not to mention my dog and the neighborhood at large are currently at risk and god forbid animal control comes back…
Oh yeah, I went there. And then I dropped my pants.
Class was fascinating and just the right amount of difficult to hold my attention. I look forward to Tuesday nights and even though it’s a science class, which is generally NOT an area of success for me, I am more determined than ever to ace it. Praise my renewed study abilities (found last week in a quiet sandwich shop) and my science-savvy friends and family.
-CJ
First thing this morning I made a small batch of wild berry muffins and a small batch of blueberry muffins. (From a mix, but still involving measuring and ovenating.) And as I type this now, I have a big ass stir fry simmering with at least one homegrown vegetable.
I HARDLY EVEN KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE.
On a very bright note, two weeks ago our near and dear fuzzy old man, Furby, drifted off into the night by way of the dog door. We’ve since posted about twenty color pictures of him throughout the neighborhood, deeming him lost and leaving our cell phone numbers up for the pranking (yes, this happened). Last night we received a call from someone ‘who knows where he is’ but ‘doesn’t have him’ and wanted a reward, which we hadn’t offered. Though we would pay to have the Furb back home, it seems so ugly to demand payment of your neighbors for their pet. However, the scheme did not continue (be it the threatening message my drunken boyfriend left on the caller ID number…) and this morning a woman let us know that she had him safe and sound and we could swoop him up when we were ready. We were poolside at my parents’ house but jumped into dry clothes and headed out shortly after.
He’s slightly thinner and much more vocal and HOME.
ahaha
-CJ
