by Marilyn on February 22, 2007
I hate to have to write this post. I’ve been slacking off (again, reminding you all of the title of this blog so you shouldn’t be surprised) on my “on notice” posts, but last week was wicked awful so I think that’s a good excuse, don’t you? Anyhow, this week, we have “Lost” on notice. Most specifically, the producers and writers. I can’t hold it against the show itself because I’ve got nothing but love for the show. I can’t hold it against the actors or the characters they portray (as much as Charlie and Jack bug me) because they all rock too. But the show? Needs to change some fundamental things if they want to keep my love. Hence, why I’m putting it on notice, because I want to see these changes happen. I want to love “Lost.”
But last night’s show sucked. I’m sorry, but it did. I gave it a shot, of course. I loved Sawyer singing that song from “Jaws” and making Kate all pissy, telling him to stop. Because, hello, the song is from “Jaws” and here they are rowing a not-too-sturdy boat out there in open waters. That was inspired, right there. The rest of the show sucked though. I don’t really care for Jack much and it felt like the billionth Jack-centric episode we’ve had this season. And we had to watch Bai Ling, which NO ONE wants. I knew the ep was doomed the moment I saw her lounging there on the beach. They told us we’d learn three things. The three things I learned were:
- I hate Jack AND his tattoos and care not to learn any more about either.
- Bai Ling makes me feel the need to go take about fifty showers.
- I actually kinda miss Charlie, which is saying something.
I don’t think that’s exactly what they had in mind, but that’s what I walked away with. Next week it does look as if we’ll get back to the Lostaways (holy GOD I hope so). Last week was so good, with the Desmond-centric episode and the conspicuous absence of Jack, Kate and Sawyer. It felt like a breath of fresh air, a saunter in the park, soaring in the clouds. And I thought, hey, we’re getting back to what makes this show good. At long, long last, “Lost” is back. And then this week’s episode happened.
So, you’re on notice, “Lost”. Don’t make me have to mention it again. This hurts me as much as it hurts you.
by Marilyn on February 21, 2007
OMG, I can’t believe what a dingus I am. Kile just called and said, “Did you forget something this morning?” I immediately wracked my brain. The trash? No, I mentioned that. But we were out of town and not much trash to be picked up so no big that it’s not out. I did make a crack about the diaper and kitchen trash needing to be taken out that was summarily ignored. That wasn’t it. I made my 451Press posts. Liam was in my arms, so its not like I left him out on the front porch or something. Somewhere I had to go? Do? Be? Harry’s school doesn’t start up again until Monday, right?
MOPS. I forgot bleeding MOPS.
It’s the first and third Wednesday of the month. I’ve never forgotten. Further? I’ve never missed a meeting. I’ve been going for four and a half years. Did I miss a meeting when Jackson was born and then buried? Nope. I was there. Did I miss a meeting after I broke my ankle, and had the surgery and was so incredibly hopped up on vicodin that I couldn’t keep my eyes open? Nope. I was there. It’s become something of a running joke, how I never miss a meeting.
Kile works in the 2 year old room, watching the kids while the mom’s play. I was supposed to bring donuts for breakfast. It was our table’s turn to bring food, after all. Forgot. Shoot, Kile even asked for all the MOPS meeting days off of work last month so he even had today off and didn’t know it. By the time we realized, though, it was too late. Kile didn’t see much point in leaving work, since he was there now and he had work to catch up on from not being there yesterday. And by the time I got myself and the boys together and got down there, the meeting would nearly be over.
Forgot. What the freak is the matter with me?? I feel like I’m running around these days like a chicken with it’s head cut off (which, ugh, brings back a rather unpleasant image from “Babel” last night). I can’t believe I forgot MOPS. I never forget MOPS.
God, I suck.
by Marilyn on February 20, 2007
I’m back home! I might have posted that sooner except that I was totally enjoying sitting in my recliner. I’d kinda forgotten what it felt like in the past three or so days. I didn’t know I had missed it that much, but apparently, I had. We rented “Babel” as soon as we hit town, so we were watching that too. It came out on DVD today, in case you weren’t aware. And it was good. Kinda disturbing, strange, sad and creepy… but good. We both still like “The Queen” the best so far, but I think we’re watching “Little Miss Sunshine” tomorrow and I expect we’re going to enjoy that one.
We’re trying Liam in his crib tonight. In his room. Uh, yeah. So far, it’s going about as well as you’d expect. I don’t have high hopes for the rest of the night, but we’ll see. I just don’t really feel up to making repeat trips into the next room all night long. As it was, I was up many, many times last night and that was with him in the same bed. So I’m already going into this exhausted. Because, apparently, I haven’t honed the talent for rolling over and snoring when the baby cries quite like my darling husband has. Gotta work on that.
So yeah, right now the baby is crying… again. What is this, the fifth time? I’ve lost count. I’m pumping so I am relieved of duty for the moment. For the moment. As for sleeping in the nursery? I won’t hold my breath.
by Marilyn on February 19, 2007
We decided to stay another day here in Elko. Part of this decision was motivated by laziness (the blog is called “Slackermama”, ya’ll. This should come as NO surprise) and part was motivated by weather (it snowed a bit last night and the roads were a lil slick this morning). Plus, neither of us was really excited about getting back to work. So the plan is to go late morning tomorrow. I’ll be happy to get back to my house and my stuff, but it’s also nice to be out here away from it all. Unfortunately, it’s also away from it all. We’ve been trying to get my cellphone (finally) outfitted to play mp3s, hopefully through the car speakers since I have a serious hate/hate relationship with our portable cd player. And when driving through the middle of Nevada, you need a reliable music source since you can’t expect to listen to the RADIO or anything. Well, they have a memory card, that’s no problem. But I can’t find a mini-USB/headphone adapter. And I didn’t bring my mini-USB/USB adapter either so I’m not sure I could transfer music files from my laptop anyhow. BOO! So it looks like yet another trip is to be made with the POS cd player. If it doesn’t end up smashed on the side of the road somewhere, it’ll be a miracle.
We’re all well; the boys are (mostly) well. Harry spent a good portion of the day yesterday being unbelievably moody. Tired, I believe. He has had a very lax bedtime of late and it’s caught up with him. Liam, on the other hand, is in the throes of teething and had a fever for a good portion of yesterday. He’s feeling more himself today, and his tooth is really showing now. I’ll try to get a pic of it.
So tomorrow, it’s back home. For better or for worse.
by Marilyn on February 17, 2007
We’ve made it to Elko and have been reunited with Harry, at long last. I was so glad to see him, I practically smothered the poor child with my hugs. He seemed pretty happy to see us too, but with that kid it can be hard to tell. He plays his cards close to his vest, that one. He looks so good to me I can’t hardly stand it. Of course, he looks like he grew five inches since last week.
The trip was easy, as usual. We listened to Vince Gill’s “These Days” which, if you don’t know already, contains four seperate albums. We listened to them all, God help us. The dogs fared the trip well. If you can believe it, the puppy did much better than Beetoe, who cried for large portions of the trip despite my threatening to leave her on the side of the road in the desert between Fernley and Lovelock.
Harry has let us know that the puppy will be called Poptart. That is his favorite name of the bunch (and one the Internets also chose so it works I guess). It’s not our favorite, but then, it’s not our dog either. He’s very excited to get to know her, if a little frustrated by her lack of interest in snuggling with him just yet. All in due time, we tell him.
Hopefully we’ll be back on Monday. Weather permitting, of course. The tires are just bad enough on our van at this point that we’re not wild about traveling on them in poor weather. Understandable, I think. Have a good weekend, ya’ll!
