Google On!

Hey,

Thanks for the fun chat about Google tonight on the phone. I was sooooo in the mood to talk, but didn't initiate the call since the family's all home. J and JJ had retreated into Madden '09 (PS2) while we were talking, but it's not the same as an empty house.

Too funny about the nails. I never make it more than a couple of weeks either! Mostly because I chew the crap out of my cuticles and they look horrible, even though I try to keep them manicured and out of my mouth. We'll see how it goes this time. Something must be coming over me (actually, I know exactly what it is) since I also decided on a whim, today, to grow my hair and bangs out. I have been bang-less only twice in my life and neither was a good look for me, but this new au-naturale kick requires long, unruly, non-product-infused hair. (BTW, this should last about as long as the nails.)

The impetus was Mamma Mia!, if you want to know. Meryl Streep plays a middle-aged single mom, living on a Greek Island, running a worn-out hotel. Every minute of the film, she is beautiful, (stunning, even, in parts). Never does she wear makeup, high heels or fitted clothing, nor does she appear to brush her hair once. And yet she's gorgeous, standing beside the amazingly beautiful 20-year old co-star who plays her daughter. So, of course, I thought I might still have a chance to be that barefoot girl I so envied in my youth.

I remember an interview I once saw with Jodie Foster, and I loved her response to the question, "What have you learned, now that you're 40?" She said, "I've learned that there are things you can just let go of. Like, I always wanted to be a rock star. I'm 40, and I'm not a rock star. I can let go of that now." So I let go of the whole rock star thing, but I'm still shooting for Barefoot Girl. (Not to mention I love the part about the Greek Island. I'm working on that too.)

I'm looking forward to an easy day of cleaning and organizing more tomorrow, even though I've got most of the Christmas stuff done. I have a couple of little errands to run, but other than that, nothing. Sunday, we go to the play (speaking of Greece and middle-aged women), and Sunday night, as everyone knows, is the season opener, 2-hour special, of 24. If I have to go to someone else's house just to have peace and quiet, I will. Maybe I'll try to make some of that popcorn-that's-so-salty-it-hurts-your-mouth right here at home for the event.

It's onl 8:45 on a Friday night and I have to admit, I am exhausted. I didn't do anything today, other than take my cat to the vet and make a snack schedule for basketball. Oh, yeah, the cat. So I was worried that she'd have leukemia and I'd have to make the decision whether or not to fork out a couple thousand dollars to save her life, or if I would have her put down and make up some really good lie for the kids. As I'm in there, waiting for the vet, I hear him say "Mrs. So-and-so is here with Fluffy for her chemo" and I can't text K fast enough to share this absolute absurdity. Then the doc comes back in, and what does he think is wrong with my cat? Get this, he thinks she's epileptic. Yes way. And I'm sitting there thinking that this is only one step away from a pet with a so-called mental disorder, and there's no way, in my lifetime, I'm going to pay for psychiatric help for me and my cat, so what makes him think I'm going to medicate for this b.s.? Honestly. Let her freak out a couple times a week. She's fine. No, I don't want to talk about anti-seizure meds. For a cat. Get real.

Maybe that stressed me out enough to be this tired, who knows. I did have to grocery shop at Walmart and run to Office Depot (and found the perfect daytimer for $8.99) and take M to the bank to open his first bank account....oh, wait. I do know why I'm so tired. I just don't want to talk about right now. I got into it with M at the bank - well, almost - and I realized just how powerful my Prozac is when I was able to walk away from the situation before I blew a gasket. I'll write more about tomorrow, but I'm not sure if this laissez-faire attitude is a good thing or a bad thing.

I'm going to go upstairs and tackle a 5-star Sudoku and try to avoid intimacy with J for one more night. At some point, I'm sure I'll have to give in but right now, I'm so fed up with him I can't stand it.

I hope you're enjoying your Saturday morning!
Love, A