Ok, you bastards...

Here's a fucking post. Happy? Yes, it's true, my blog has been on sabbatical. Yes, the reason is Cabaret. It's also that I've spent hardly any time with Sophie lately and have been enjoying her company instead of posting a bunch of random crap. Well, today's the day. She's on the sofa, not eating ding-dongs, and watching "Toy Story". We've had a crazy couple of days and we've hardly watched any movies lately, so in the interest of her relaxing and of me writing to my adoring public, I have put on Woody for her to watch.

Here's today's headlines:
Sophie knows roughly 130+ words. That's pretty exciting, especially considering most of the people I went to High School with only knew 150. They range from the simple, like ball, to the complex, like umbrella, which she pronounces "ungrella". She does so with such enthusiasm that it's hilarious to watch. She puts her chin to her chest and says "uuuuun" then picks her face up and says "grella". It's fantastic. She is also using adjectives. Today she said, "Blue Ba". Ba is the name of her Nappo/Lovey, that is her constant companion. She is also using posessive adjectives and has been saying "Da pillow" and the like. She's also said her first two sentences, "Go outside" and "I love you". Too cute. I hope I continue to not kill her just so I can hear what she says next. Our lives are much better now that she can talk. Someday she'll never stop. The temptation does still exist to teach her to say "Fuck Bush", but now that I'm at that point, I'm reluctant to teach her anything with such harsh words that are so fun to say.

In my news, I have to clean the fucking house. It's driving me nuts and I'm glad that bleeet isn't coming over any time soon as he would certainly have something most snarkalicious to say about it. It's actually driving me crazy and since Henry is coming to visit this weekend, I'd better get cracking.

In addition to cleaning, I also have several meetings and lessons to teach this week. Who knew being unemployed could be so busy? Ok, so I'm not really unemployed, but I don't have a regular job aside from teaching. It's hard to think of being a mother as a job, although, I know it's a ton of work. And that's exactly how I view it...work. When I took my Marxism class first year in college - shout out to Henry who helped my write "Bob, the almost status quo man"! - I learned the difference between work and a job. I see the distinction and make it thus. So, I guess I could say, I don't have a job, but I have A LOT of work. Maybe more than I can handle. ARG! So, meetings, meetings, meetings.

Ok, no more Monkee dissing. You can diss anyone here, except Bob Dyland and the Monkees. Normally, I would add the Beatles to this list, but it's already too late. For some reason Pat hates them. I'm not sure why. I think he misunderstands their artful playfulness for pretension. This from the man who likes Metallica. Sigh! Although, I must admit to wanting to pop a cap in my own brain while watching "Yellow Submarine". It's cool, but in a having a bad trip kind of way. And who the fuck is "Tomkat"? Oh yeah, fucking Tom Cruise. They had a girl. The end.