Squeeeeee!!!!!

I'm going to see Eddie Izzard tomorrow night. I cannot fucking WAIT. I need to laugh.

But what to wear? Jeans and a nice sweater? Skirt? It's supposed to be cold and rainy tomorrow night, so maybe not. I don't have any nice clothing because I'm a mum and I think it's a law that my clothes be baby proof, which generally equates to dull.



Oh dear god, I love this guy.

The Black Dog Returns

I just don't feel like writing these days. I don't know what it is - laziness, ennui, a complete and utter lack of anything interesting to say? Maybe all three. It's frustrating as hell. I even have a meme sitting in the drafts that I can't manage to finish. Things are dire when you can't do a friggin' meme.

I just can't seem to get excited about anything. I stopped taking my anti-depressants because they made me feel even more foggy, but that hasn't helped lift this lethargy and utter don't-give-a-fuck-edness I'm enveloped in. I don't write here, I don't write on the NE Mamas blog any more and I have all I can do to comment on the blogs I do read, when I even bother to read those. I feel as though all the fun and happy has been sucked out of me. It's not pleasant.


And I know the answer is to get back on anti-depressants, but they don't make me feel that much better. I feel like I'm in a miasma when I'm on them. I can't take any of the good ones, the ones that really work, like Zoloft or Celexa, because I'm allergic to SSRIs. So I'm stuck with the old-school drugs.

Most days are very treadmill-like around here. I slog along, not getting anywhere, not able to keep the house clean because of the two destructo children I've spawned, who seem to think throwing everything is how it's done, no matter how I tell them to knock. it. off. There are flares of pure terror, like yesterday, when, despite my having locked the regular and child locks on her window, Boo managed to unlock both, open the window and the screen and had most of her upper body hanging out of the window before she was discovered. Her third floor window, oh by the way.

Today I'm buying child safety grills.

I do things, I have fun (or not) and then they almost immediately leave my head, as though they never happened. I want to enjoy my life, not feel like I'm detached and floating above it all as an impartial observer.

It just all seems so endless, like Möbius strip. I need to figure out a way to cut it.

Reason 8,792 Why I Love Bruce Springsteen.

This.

I made up my mind about Obama about a nanosecond after he decided to run for the office of President. Actually, to be completely honest, I've thought he'd make a great president since hearing him speak at the 2004 Democratic National Convention. For the most part, celebrity endorsements don't do much to change my mind, but I do have to say that I am gratified to hear that Springsteen has endorsed Barack Obama.

I'm also squealing like a schoolgirl, but we'll just keep that between ourselves, m'kay?




(If Keith Olbermann endorsed Obama, I think my head might explode from the excitement.)








(Tracey - I got your package - I'll post about it tomorrow, but I wanted to say thank you so much. Very cool!)

Raise Your Voice

If you have diabetes, if you know someone who has diabetes, you need to Raise Your Voice today. I'm raising mine over here.

Sleeeeeeeeeeeep

I have a hard time sleeping at the best of times. It takes me forever to fall asleep and even with earplugs, little noises wake me up.

Tonight is not the best of times. I have a streaming head cold and I am sneezing like mad, so I decide to take a couple of Advil cold pills. And what to the fuckers do? Hop me up like a $5 meth whore looking for her next hit.


Goddammit.


I hope the beer I just finished is enough to knock me out a bit. It's 1 a.m. I will be woken by 5:30 by The Bug and that's if she doesn't wake up during the night.

I swear, I just want to go away for the weekend, get a motel room in NYC and sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Why NYC? Because city sounds put me out like a light.

I need to move.

Some people want this:



I want this to lull me to my slumber:

Best Game Ever

Go here. Watch the video and read the write up. If you don't get a little choked up, you have no heart.


How cool.

Lords Of The Ring

Perfect blue skies with little striations of clouds.



Rings are delivered.





Old wounds are healed.



And like those damned swallows at Capistrano, the World Series champion Boston Red Sox have returned home to the hallowed grounds of Fenway Park.







I live for this.

(All photos from The Boston Globe - www.boston.com)

The Ten Year Nap

I have a review of The Ten Year Nap over on my book review blog. I really enjoyed this. It would make a fascinating book club discussion.

Perfect Post

Recently, Kevin Charnas wrote a post that really got to me. Kevin often writes things that are hysterically funny or profoundly moving and he does it all with inimitable style. Go read it for yourselves.




Thanks to Lindsay, at Suburban Turmoil, and Kimberly, at Petroville, for organizing this every month. Go over to their sites to see the other posts nominated this month.