Sunday, May 11, 2008
It's Sunday and it's raining and I don't have to leave the house
"Do you ever have those moments in life...where everything is ok? Do you know what I mean?
Just for, like, one moment everything is great?"
"Not since I graduated, no. But, yeah...yeah... When you, like, catch yourself in a moment,
and you're saying, wait, I'm happy here in the moment."
"Right. And then it just goes away really quickly."
"Gone."
"I know I've had a couple of those, you know. I always forget them, but I know I've had them."
"Oh, me too. Like... right now, is one."
"Yeah. Like now."
If I have to tell you where that's from, you and I would not have been friends in 1994.
I only have two more weeks to work at my current soul-suckage of a job. Only two more weeks of commuting two hours a day. I can't tell you what that does for my frame of mind.
I've been watching a lot of movies lately, instead of doing what I should be doing which is packing and preparing and ordering appliances and buying a year's worth of dry goods from Trader Joes. I saw Lars and the Real Girl, from which I was expecting nothing. It was almost unbearably good. Sweet and smart and crazy. I saw Margot at the Wedding and Rendition. They depressed me. I saw The Savages and was disappointed. Philip Seymore Hoffman is one of my fantasy boyfriends, along with Bono and Mark Ruffalo and Jon Stewart and Steve Nash, and this movie was supposed to be all funny and moving and really it pretty much just made me sleepy. The husband and I watched There Will Be Blood. It took us two nights. We had to turn it off about ninety minutes in when I started to doze off, not because I was bored or didn't like it -- more because it was the kind of movie that seemed to require a little more processing than I was able to give. We finished it the next day and boy howdy -- the last ten minutes are the kind of batshit crazy that only comes around once in a great while. Good stuff.
The husband and I also finished season 2 of Angel on DVD. It almost filled my Buffy hole. We're saving season 3 for after the move. As you do.
Last night I went out to see Baby Mama with Jen. We went to the late show at 9:30. I got downtown a little early, parked my car and walked down the street to the theater to meet Jen. It was dark and all these kids were out, standing around in groups laughing, carrying Starbucks cups, filling up the whole sidewalk. It felt like I was the oldest person around; it felt like I was walking around in this hidden subculture I knew nothing about. I am never out past 9:00 anymore. I am rarely out past 7:00. I tried to explain this to Jen when she arrived, but she looked at me like I was crazy. I think it's because she has a life.
I have not done the research (read: googling), but I can't imagine that Baby Mama is going over too well with the infertile and TTC communities, by the way. Gotta love those magical pregnancies that spring forth from nowhere.
This morning I got to sleep in until the glorious hour of 9:30. I woke to the sound of my daughter pounding on something, I know not what, with drumsticks. The husband made me waffles and turkey bacon and I managed to shield a good 2/3 of it from the pathetic begging of the child and the dog. I got to take a long shower, scrub my face, finish off with my mother's day present -- the stupid-expensive organic face moisturizer I've been guiltily wanting. Now I'm blogging while the husband is off playing soccer in the pouring rain. Later I will lounge and read trashy magazines and eat sushi. Sometimes even I have to admit: life is good. Happy mama's day, all, to you and the nice ladies who birthed you.
by Melinda at 11:32 AM |
6 Comments:
Did you know there are Buffy and Angel comics? I could not be FURTHER from a comic book fan, but I was so lost and depressed when the shows ended (or when we watched them on DVD which was fairly recently) that I subscribed to the comics. The new ones (there are older ones) both take place right after the shows ended and I am really enjoying them. As an avid reader, I have a hard time getting used to the very short comic books, but I still enjoy them. I keep hoping Angel will go visit Buffy, but I don't think that will happen. Why can't they work out their relationship? Why?? (At least I get a David Boreanaz fix with "Bones"!)
Happy Mother's Day!
One of the best movies ever. I get a lump in my throat when I watch it because it reminds me of my younger years and how obsessed me and my friends were with it. We all wanted to date Ethan Hawke's charater.
Happy Mother's Day. Today I spent the morning baking organic bran muffins so that my daughter can eat them and start shitting properly whilst listening to Jeff Buckley's "Grace" which also takes me back. And while doing this, I had one of those moments.
We totally would have been friends in 1994.
Yay for a good day! Glad you enjoyed and got the pampering you deserve.
I was not a fan of that film, but 1994 kinda gave it away.
Lest you forget, I work at an undergraduate institution and supervise 3-45 students depending on what month of the year it is. I say things like "what do you mean you don't remember when Justine broke Theo's heart on The Cosby Show/the two minutes Clear Pepsi swept the US" and the like. They, in turn, have repeatedly tried to explain why "sick" means "cool/good". That sensation is old hat to me.
I have to admit, I've never seen a single episode of Buffy and apparently I am CRAZY because everyone tells me its the best show ever. Should I watch Buffy before Angel?
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