HAPPY NEW YEAR BLOGLAND
it's gonna be a good year
hope everyone is happy and home and not too hungover
cheers to Mrs 4444
I won't live in fear. A laugh in the face of pandemics. I scoff at hamthrax, pigeon flu, and germs in general. I've never purchased anything that remotely resembles disinfectant. I resent carseats, seat belts, and being told my 7 year old can't sit in the front seat cause if the airbag deploys she'll get squished like a grape. Terrorist threat? Are you fucking kidding me? Bah! But shit like this scares me. And on top of it, I'm reading a kid's book about this very thing. Maybe I have control issues. Wadaya think?
There's all sorts of wailing and gnashing of teeth at my house. I just announced we're LOSING THE CABLE BOXES. That's it. Only basic cable starting next week. I was ready to can it all except internet of course, cause we realized the ridiculous amount of money we spend on media shit. Phone, cable, internet, texting, netflix. It goes on and on. And I'm so ambivalent about it all. Every other day I threaten to throw the tv out the window. So I was ready to almost totally unplug. Then the nice optimum guy cut my bill IN HALF. It's astounding they can even make a profit. ha ha. Still, Jack is already in a cold sweat and shaking at the idea of no cable.
Rock. Band. So much better than tv. It's really fun, and I'm not even a game person. Beatles Rockband is awesome cause we love the music. Regular Rockband is a hoot cause you make a band and go on tour. We each have our own persona. Jack is a big black dude with a huge afro and an orange pick in it. He's the drummer. Ty's on guitar. He's a big white dude with a blonde mohawk. It's so funny how they see themselves. Same parentage, but identify so differently. hmmm... My character is Chica. Lead singer. Long dreadlocks on top of my head, thigh high boots and shortie shorts. my thighs should look so good. I bought the boots and shorts after we made some money rockin a few gigs. Jack says I look hawt. Our fans love our Hungry Like the Wolf, Spirit in the Sky, and We Got the Beat covers. The band is doing so well we got a bus and have gigs in San Francisco, Seattle, L.A. and Austin. Pretty soon we'll have a Merch Girl. She'd better watch it around my boys....
More sticky stuff spilled on the computer keyboard. So I'm posting from Bruce's laptop. It's a pain cause it's a PC and I'm so spazzy with this stuff anyway. I was up till 3 a.m. redecorating. I'm so gonna regret that in a few hours... Just needed a change of pace, I guess. It's a little over the top. Looks like an easter basket, or grocery store cupcakes, or something else entirely too sticky and too sweet. Maybe the sugar will mask the *f bombs*.
I like a lot of visual stimulation. What can I say.
Almost done shrink wrapping Jeannie's Bottle. If any of you ladies have drafty windows, even a little leak, I highly recommend this. Some parts of our house are tight, but some parts not so much. I keep the thermostat pretty low, but even the kids have noticed a difference. Much more cozy and basically invisible. And super cheap and easy.
Gonna shrink wrap the damn keyboard with the leftovers.
Bruce is home safe and sound. And he reminded me there was ONE New Year's Eve we spent together. 10 years ago. Y2K. I don't remember if Dick Clark's rockin new year was cancelled, but a lot of NYC restaurants closed their doors. Just in case...
We have absolutely no recollection of what we did.
OK. New look for the new year. I'm flip flopping between the ridiculous and the sublime. what else is new? Does it give you a headache? Is it too distracting? Mia loves it of course. Bruce says it certainly demands your attention hmmm... Should I go demure and mature instead?
TELL ME THE TRUTH. My feelings won't be hurt...
Happy Happy Happy New Year