Circe

I'm adding this post so I can put a picture in my profile...so there!

She's changing men into pigs. What a great goddess!

Snackiavelli

Don't even ask about this one...in my classic weird dyslexic fashion, I managed to read something in the paper this morning and thought it said this fantastic word. It made me laugh my ass off, so I thought I'd post about what Snackiavelli might be. Perhaps Snackiavelli is the third shift supervisor at Frito Lay that does not allow any tasting of the Fritos or other tasty snack chips. Snackiavelli may also be the person who doles out the snacks in a kindergarten class - "I said, only ONE cookie, serf!" Or maybe Snackiavelli is working on the ultimate snack...one that contains the crunchiness of chips, the addictiveness of chocolate and the healthfulness of nuts. I can't think of a good name for this ultimate snack, so submissions are welcome.

Sophie has been rampaging this morning. She has finally hunkered down with her duplos and is now meticulously removing them from their bin and pulling them apart. Hey, whatever works. When she constantly moves, it drives me insane. It derails my train of thought and thousands are killed and thousands more are injured. The killed are the memories of what my life was like before her. The injured are the simple things, like, "What the hell was I doing with that knife in my hand? Oh, yeah, I'm still making breakfast. Wait, I haven't even finished eating breakfast from yesterday. Shit." Yup. That's life with the dynamo baby. I should make sure she's not eating any duplos.

Here is a great quote I found today:
Mankind's three deepest imponderables are infinity, eternity, and stupidity.
--Alan Harris

Oh yeah, and yesterday was December 8. It still makes me sad and I wasn't even there and didn't even have any awareness about it until I was much older. Strange how it hits me so hard sometimes though. Oh right, duplos....better check on my little Sophiavelli.

Blood or Post

Since Henry is demanding blood or a post, I guess I will honor him with a post. It has been WEEKS since my last post, but not too much has happened. We went to LA with Sophie, which rocked. We had a great time. Sophie especially liked the beach.
I especially liked the cocktails at the Roosevelt Hotel. The Roosevelt was the closest thing we had to a neighborhood bar when we lived in Hollywood - it's no bb dixon's, that's for sure! It was good to go back and hang out there even though they've remodeled the whole place to be very chichi, which is kind of cool actually. Sophie got her own cocktail served in a martini glass - it was white cranberry juice with a twist. But it kept her from coveting our cocktails and made her happy. It was a great moment of fulfillment to see my baby drink a cocktail in the Roosevelt Hotel lobby :) Who knew?!

Back at the ranch, I've been frantically trying to prepare to go to the Northfield Sesquicentennial Governor's Ball. I am doing choreography for the Northfield Youth Choir, who is performing there. Their director, who is an extremely positive, upbeat perky woman, wants me to be there and to perform with them. UGH! I'm 31, fat and no one wants to see me trot my stuff in a ballgown. I will do my best, despite my aging body and face. My mom is working hard to knockoff Grace Kelly's blue dress from To Catch A Thief and I will feel like a fucking princess for a night if nothing else. Oh yeah, and there will be shoes involved. I love shoes :) Now, I just have to thin of what I'm going to do for the "dance" portion of the NYC performance. They are dancing - they kids, that is - and then Liz, the perky director, wants ME to dance. ARG! I'll think of something. It won't be pretty.

Anyway, Mom's here for a dress fitting. Hope you liked the post, Hank.