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November 15, 2005
Isolated Random Thoughts
Having another one of those days where I can't string two thoughts together, but there are many little things tripping through my brain. So you get a list.
1. Since it's chilly and stormy, I'm thrilled that I had the foresight to toss a pot roast, potatoes and carrots into my slow cooker last night. The downside: the smell is getting to me and I fear that I'll be gnawing on the area rug in the dining room out of delicious-smell-induced-hungry-delirium before the day is out.
2. My child is being cute enough of late to cause my ovaries to fling themselves from my body while they do that, "Use us! USE US!!!!" shrieking that got me into trouble 2.5 years ago in the first place. To wit: Today she asked me for a peanut butter sandwich. While I made the sandwich she stood beside me and said, "Thank you, Mama, for peanut butter sandwich." At which point one of my ovaries flung itself so hard that it landed on the bread and I had to start all over.
3. I've been informed that my blog isn't exactly work-friendly. Seeing as I've failed in this regard, I'm considering the pursuit of my true passion: medical porn.
4. I really want to purchase the domain name www.hotcodependentchubbychicks.com, but I'm not sure what I'll do with it. Aside from the medical porn, of course. I'm open to suggestions.
5. I don't really have a thing for medical porn. Really. I know people who might, though.
6. New Wilco live CD? Purchased. Lyrics to Misunderstood Shot in the Arm? Stuck in my head for the next two days.
7. Clara Jane took both of my hands yesterday, declared that I have "beautiful rings", then proceeded to kiss one of them. I was feeling all pontiffy, but then she stuck the stone up her nose. "Um, Kid? You're getting boogers on your inheritence. And my hand."
8. While the ovary sandwich, medical porn references and the diamond up my child's nose don't make me question my parenting skills, this does: what kind of mother has a 21-month-old child and allows the household milk supply to run out? That would be me. If guilt induced lactation, we wouldn't have a problem.
9. I'm in such an odd mood today. Storm's a-brewing. I blame the barometric pressure for both situations. I have no idea what barometric pressure is, but I'm sure it's at fault.
10. Anxiously awaiting to see what Google searches this post conjures.
Posted by Robin at November 15, 2005 12:39 PM
Comments
we could blog about pillow fights at hotcodependentchubbychicks.com. :)
Posted by: kara at November 15, 2005 01:09 PM
Yeah, but I only know two people who'd be interested in that. They need to pony up the cash for the domain name and web space. Not to mention the exorbatant salaries we would require.
Posted by: Poppy at November 15, 2005 01:12 PM
If I would have been drinking anything it would now be all over my puter monitor after reading the rings up nose blip. I hope you carry out frequent nose inspections of your darling daughter to be sure there are no beans or peas sprouting.
Posted by: Kim at November 15, 2005 04:32 PM
You're fucking hilarious! Love the random thoughts and how they all come together in the end....brilliant!
Posted by: Karen Rani at November 15, 2005 10:11 PM
We run out milk all the time. Sometimes for 2 days. I serve them water and tell them it was either milk or beer, I didn't have money for both.
Posted by: Lisa V at November 15, 2005 10:28 PM
Your post brings me back to a recurrent thought: Present Day Robert could never convince the long-gone 18-year-old smug art student Me that nothing he was creating/experiencing will approach the Dadaism of parenthood.
Posted by: robert at November 16, 2005 08:00 AM
