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After watching Julie and Julia last night on the big TV, I was inspired to blog again! I loose myself sometimes and forget to do the things I love. Why is that? I decided no matter what that I am going to try and blog every day for a week,even if I have nothing to say...boring. we'll see.

Current thoughts:

I'm tired

I'm tired

I'm tired

I've been staying up watching movies since our Tivo situation is in transition. This also is coinciding with Baby who is restless at night and and has not been sleeping well which in turn is making me (the night watcher) also not sleeping well. Thus no sleep.

No one cares about that, so I will write about other current thoughts. Movies I watched recently:

Julie and Julia

I liked this movie. Not because it was Particularly
fantastic. It was good. I really enjoyed it, but I think I enjoyed it because I am a woman and it really appeals to women. Lets not forget how fabulous Meryl Strep is.

I have not watched a movie she was in and didn't enjoy some part of it. Let me remind everyone to watch Silkwood again if you haven't already.

Holy moses if you don't love her already, you will after Silkwood. She is possibly the realest woman on film. she just screams every woman,

and I love that about her. Needless to say, she was great in Julie and Julia-so lovely. she made Julie Child's into this lovable character that you just really felt for.

I will say I cant think of a single man on this planet that will enjoy this movie. Maybe I'm wrong and or being sexist, but seriously I cannot think of a single thing about it that a man will enjoy. I'll also say that although I usually tend to love Amy Adams- hello 'June bug'

but in this I found her character so bleh, whiny and boring.

The night before movie was Sherry Baby

-ok firstly Maggie Gyllenhaal is amazing

, she really is. She becomes whoever she is playing, character wise and she truly is flawless. The movie was very depressing though. A woman just out of jail,l recovering from drug addiction trying to get her life together so she could take care of her daughter again. It just gets harder when you have kids and you watch these movies. There becomes a whole other layer of grief and sadness that wasn't there before I had baby, that now exits when I see sad parenting movies about deadbeats fucking up with their kids.

Its ugly and hard to watch for me. The movie as a piece of of storytelling was good. The characters were real and well written. Maggie was great. The movie itself was very depressing. Side note- Maggie's boobs somehow play a central character in the film. You know how that happens sometimes? like a house in a film is key to the movie or a piece of wardrobe becomes central in the story? Maggie G's boobs were like a character in this film with their own storyline, and that storyline was intense.

so that's why I'm tired. Lets see what tomorrow brings...

I.T

So the other day at work I was having an annoying printing problem. I ichated my I.T guy and asked him to go onto my computer and see what the issue was. He took over remotely and I watched as the cursor moved across the screen clicking on and off various options. He quickly got to the root of the problem and then also showed me an alternate plan of attack in case I needed a work around if the same error message returned. I thanked him and moved on with my work. This was of course, all silently over ichat. If felt like a miracle how easily and quietly it was all solved.

I got to thinking what if everything in life worked this way? How wonderful it would be! On the freeway some a-hole cuts you off and then drives slower then the surrounding traffic. You could simply just click and a cursor arrow would appear on the moron in front of you, and poof! it would disappear allowing you to go a nice comfy speed of 75 mph again.

I considered this option also with my fight with Husband. How great would it be to have someone in I.T call him after we hung up angrily with each other, and just say "hey, so you know you were being a jerk, you should probably cut it out". I would then get home and Husband would be normal smiling and we could just eat dinner like usual.

The only problem with my life I.T person would probably be that at times they might call you on the phone and need to explain the Wiki system they just put into place and did you notice how the browser function was now working so much more efficiently? I would probably do what I usually do at work and sigh, knowing I needed to listen because it was the least I could do seeing as how on a weekly basis I.T saved my ass from some disaster. Plus, I don't even need to go into how strange every single I.T guy I have ever met is. Even the normal ones are slightly off. At one job I had, the I.T guy had a beard down to his chest, coke bottle glasses and long goblin fingernails that you just knew were specifically grown for something off putting like: the upcoming wizards convention where there would be a real life reenactment of the 1997 dungeons and Dragons champion move.

The one thing I do love about how strange the I.T guys are, is how oddly confident they always are in their weirdness, and how unfaltering they are with their knowledge at how stupid everyone else is.

Contemplating all of this, I still vote for a Life I.T guy to be a real option, even if he does act bored when I call him and tell him that I am having trouble making it to the bank and would he mind clicking on the bank and making their hours a little longer so I could make it on time to cash my check.

Why I hate Gisele

1. she's a model-this one doesn't really count cause I actually love models and have about 20 fashion magazines subscriptions-so skip that.

2. She gave birth

naturally in a bathtuband talked about how great it was-seriously?

3. She lost all the baby weight within a month-ok Gisele, this may be true, some of us (not me) are gifted with a natural slender frame, but did you need to spout this off to the press and make the rest of us feel like assholes?

4. she was quoted as

saying that mostwomenwere human garbage disposals during pregnancy and this is why they gain so much weight-Gisele, you're a jerk.

5. She couldn't

understand why anyone wouldn't breastfeed and said they were idiots if they didn't-hey what about those that couldn't? Ever think about that Gisele?

6.She claims that motherhood is the miracle of life and how happy she is. Clearly lady you are not working full time and trying to balance motherhood and your career.

7. she's married to

Tom Brady who is not only hot and makes a million gazillion dollars as the top paid quarterback in the NFL, but she probably as an international super model makes more ...ok Gisele, maybe you do look like a hamster when you don't have any make up on cause your eyes are kinda close together, but you know what? I'm not gonna hate you, because I'm bigger then that. I will tell you this: Gisele, are offensive to women everywhere, and the only other person I ever said that to before you, was the guy at the bus stop when I was 15 who asked me if I wanted a mustache ride.

The Big TV

Recently Husband and I purchased a ginormous television for our living room. I believe the Big TV has single handedly saved my marriage. Before The Big TV there had been a lot of arguing at our house, so much so that Husband and I were at our wits ends. Since Baby has been born and we have both gone back to work, life has become well...hard. Now when I hear about couples fighting who don't have kids, I think "what do they even have to fight about? They can sleep in!!"

Before The Big TV there was just the regular crappy TV. Granted it had all the fixin's-cable, Tivo, DVD player and it belonged to me. I'm the television junky in our house. I have all my shows that I regularly watch. I look forward to the fall season when there are new shows to be plucked from, critiqued and mulled over. TV is how I relax, and how I enjoy my week nights after a long day at work after Baby has gone to bed. I never really expected to upgrade the TV I have had since high school, since Husband only really watches a couple of sports shows now and again and otherwise is not so interested.

So when Husband suggested we get a new TV cause they were having a sale with no interest for two years, I was floored. Lets do it!! We came home with the Imax theatre of televisions and it... is... AWESOME.

Something came over the family after The Big TV came into our home. The birds started chirping, a gentle breeze started blowing and there seemed to be a general happiness over our household. Husband and I actually started watching TV together! After dinner he suggested that we watch True blood together on The Big TV with a glass of wine. I couldn't believe my ears! Husband wanting to actually watch TV with me and watch something that I actually enjoy?! Wait, you mean no Sports Center?! No baseball or basketball game?! You mean you want to watch one of my beloved vampire shows that I save and covet and enjoy so much that I look forward to it all week when the new Netflix arrives?! You mean that?! Husband was so casual about this plan that I had to play it casual too and not fall out of my chair. "sure" I shrugged, "I guess we could do that".

Since the Big TV's arrival we have been enjoying an episode of True Blood each night after dinner with a glass of wine. Husband liked it so much he went out and bought first and second season so we could watch it in fancy Blue Ray whenever we wanted, so we wouldn't have to wait on the Netflix arrival. Not only that we seem to be getting along better to because of it. We chat about the show and look forward to sitting down together at the end of the night for another episode...and people say television ruins marriages..puh they clearly don't own The Big TV.

Changes

I feel fall in the air-its my favorite season! My season to shine. Back to school, which equals back to school clothes, fall TV schedule, colorful leaves (except here we barely have that but still). Its time to bust out the winter wardrobe and see what I fit into. The fun part is getting to wear boots again. Now of course its not even close to really being cold here, but ya know the concept of cold is coming I can feel it. I am also very excited about using my new fire place!! HOW EXCITING IS THAT?! well for me it is totally exciting...

Change is in the air. Baby turned 10 months old this week.

Over night he has grown and become yet again a different boy. He is now crawling quickly across all floors, its more like a slither with a foot push, but whatever he's doing, its fast and he's in the cat food quicker then you can say "holy cat sh%#!!". He also for the last two nights (knock on wood) has slept through the night.

I have been actually waking up in the morning before him in time to take a shower and get dressed it has been ...a...miracle...sigh. His hair has also grown and does not lay down anymore.

His air in the morning looks like Beethoven on a bad day. He clearly has my crazy horse hair. We cant keep him still anymore and the dreaded annoyance of baby proofing the house has arrived.

Change is afoot people stand alert!

well its not always glamorous being a mother, this is a huge understatement to say the least. I know there are parenting classes, and books you can read, but nothing really prepares you for what its really like.

For instance, today while at the Salvation Army, I was looking for clothes for Baby who at 10 months outgrows clothes like the Hulk. I figured, at least they are cheap. While there I thought I would also look for Mommy. I also seem to Hulk out of clothes lately, the diet is coming soon people...Anyway I had gotten to the book section and thought I would look for some hard back books for Baby who loves the ones where he can turn the pages himself. Baby was in his stroller while I shopped. I hadn't strapped him in, because he was sitting forward playing with his rings and chewing happily. The tray was keeping him in...or so I thought. While I was scavenging through the worn and beat up books for something cute and not covered in invisible kid germs I was trying not to think about, I heard a Man at a near by book shelf exclaim with surprise "OH! " as if he had found a gem. That's when I saw that Baby had slid out from under the tray on the stroller and was now laying on the floor. The man seemed surprised but went about his business stepping over baby to reach for another book. I was horrified! Baby hadn't even cried. In fact he seemed pleased that he had finally escaped the annoyance of the stroller and was now able to freely roam the way he wanted. I scooped him up, this time strapping him in, and rushed to another side of the store mortified that I was such a neglectful parent and also so that I could squelched the tear that were emerging from the the laughter I was trying not to let burst out of me. I knew it would not be appropriate to laugh because seriously I was clearly an unfit parent. You live and you learn I suppose.

Mommy's Morning 9/1/10

...slept til 8:30am because my alarm clock was still sleeping. Must of been that bottle I gave him at 1am. I know Dr. said not to give bottle anymore, but after that deathly teething week, I am so desperate and shell shocked about not getting sleep I do what I can...After Baby got up we laid in bed watching terrible morning show with Cat.

Cat tried to claw and bite Baby while Baby tried to rip Cats ear off. All playfully and lovingly of course, however I'm always in the middle and know how expensive injuries to ether can be. "Be nice to Ra Ra" I tell Baby. Baby's eyes gleam whenever he sees Cat and squeals of delight emerge from his smiling face. "Be nice to Baby, No biting!".

Cat always wants to sit on my lap at the same time that Baby is sitting on my lap and this same battle always ensues.

This goes on for another 20 minutes before I actually wake up and realize Nanny will be here shortly, and I still have to get dressed for work.

I leap out of bed and begin the process of wrestling with baby to get him dressed, which he hates and cries as if I am torturing him. stepping over Cat as he jumps under my feet and yowls at me for getting out of bed is always part of the morning.

I try to make sure that I somehow pull my outfit together knowing I have a goodbye lunch with coworkers and a dinner with my boss.

Nanny shows up and gets on the floor to talk to baby in his room. I am relieved due to the fact that I am now already late and I'm not even dressed yet. While I try and squeeze into my spanks

in my room adjacent to Baby's room, Cat keeps opening my bedroom door revealing my donut like white stomach pouring over my spandex spanks as I hop around the room trying to pull a dress over my head. Nanny politely pretends not to notice as I kick the door closed again with my foot. This continues on with Cat until finally the last kick of the door actually latches and stays shut. Cat then sits outside of door with his paw coming from under the door sending me a warning message that if he feels like it, he can and will open the door at any time.

Meanwhile, the first dress I pulled on, my boob keeps popping out of, so I go to adjust the strap and it breaks.

3rd dress works (I'm not even going to go into how heinous 2nd dress looked) and I'm off and running to the kitchen to grab something to scarf down in the car.

Nanny holding baby swiftly picks up a block before I trip over it, she side steps to the counter like an elegant choreographed dancer knowing my insanity as I try and leave the house each morning. Once in the car I blast my new obsession, Edith Piaf's

pre world war 2 french voice fills my car- which makes me feel like two things:

1. a fabulous artistic creative genius in the midst of a life rich with culture and spontaneity, someone who might wear colorful scarves with each outfit and gracefully prances through life happily.

and 2... The weird old cat lady with lipstick clearly outside of the lip line.

I finally made it into work a half hour late, but luckily my boss also has a new baby and understands the crazy that is my life these days.