Matt just did this 24 hour film race competition. I was so totally happy that he was doing it and so completely over the top into it that I wanted to do it with him. But Matt didn't want his film to be a family affair, so he hooked up with a camp friend who really knows how to edit and did it with him. I did give Matt some advice before it started though, and when it was all through he thanked me for my advice and said he would be willing to work on the next one with me. Oh joy oh joy! There is another race right before Thanksgiving and I think I want to do that one! I'd have a blast. I am hopING Matt puts his movie on youtube and I'll absolutely link to it if he does.
In the mean time, I got a letter from the hospice with a list of normal responses to grief. How come the one symptom I never ever have is loss of appetite? Nauseous? Eat something and push it through! In pain? Eat something! It'll make me feel better! Sad? Eat! Happy? Eat! Confused? Eat!
One symptom of grief is preoccupation with the lost loved one. Excuse me while I whistle to myself and try to look all innocent over here.
Yeah, hello? Spying on me lately?
Speaking of dead loved ones, I can't believe what the world is like for all the jewelry wearers out there! There is flattery and camaraderie and even some envy! Ofcourse for people like me, this all goes along with all the itchy neck and the constant threat of strangulation by seatbelt entanglement. But we women sacrifice for beauty right? No pain no gain?
I can't tell you how many people (all women, mind you) have said the nicest things to me or about me! One of the mom's in Josh's class said "She has the nicest jewelry" about me (I don't think she saw the asian lady and four ghoulish men bead heads necklace) and I overheard her! Even one of my religious school kids reached up today and fondled one of my longer beaded numbers and said she thought it was pretty.
One of the questions I still find myself fielding about my new short kicky looking hair is "What did your husband say?" The husband said "It's okay. It'll grow." I hear the love in that statement, don't you?
At the posh gym the other day I saw that they are having a weight loss contest. It's going to be an 8 week challenge based on percentage of body fat or something. I went straight up to the front desk and demanded "If I sign up for this are you going to tell the whole club what I weigh?" and they told me NO and that they were going to only post our success in percentages and not our actual weight. I said "Sign me up!" It starts on the 14th. Does anyone out there even know how much serious damage I can do in 10 days? I am totally not kidding, see my second paragraph!
Josh slipped on the stairs and has a back and blue stripe across his two butt cheeks where he hit the stair edge. Well, he is my son and the apple most definitely can not fall far from the tree if it is tripping all the way there. I feel bad that I am not more upset, he's just so damned cute, limping around and all butt stripey and everything. I kind of want to bite him. (again refer to paragraph two).
Short, new hair! Must see pictures! Please!
Posted by: apathy lounge | October 05, 2008 at 10:00 PM