All Things Woompty

There is no poop here

Man, there sure are a lot of entries about poop in the blogs and journals and things on the internet. Cat poop, baby poop, mama poop. Too much poop. I hearby pledge to never talk about poop here. Thus ends today's random thought that ties into the entry title.

I started NaNoWriMo yesterday, but I'll admit it's a half-hearted attempt. I'm jsut so tapped out in general this year. Again.

And on top of that, I know what I'm writing is pure and utter crap. I have some really great characters just waiting to be written but...I'm not worthy, not right now.

This weekend we'll be in scenic Chino again, where Kevin will once again be spending Saturday being big time announcer guy at the band review. I decided that this year, I will skip the hours spent shivering on the bleachers (even though this year, I actually have cold weather gear that I could use to stay warm). Instead, I'll be spending at least half the day with my soon to be mother in law, since she decided to drive down for the weekend as well (this despite the fact that we are flying up there on the 23rd, at which time she will actually get to spend some time with us; that's how much she loves us). She's not going to get to see much of Kevin but she and I are going to go explore Victoria Gardens a bit. I've already decided that I'm not staying out there all damn day, because I could totally use some time to just lay in bed and watch really lame television while reading really trashy magazines. Decompression time, you know? Hotel rooms are good for decompression time.

I got my nails done tonight and now my nails hurt. It was time for a new set, which meant that Amy got to rip all my old ones off first. She alswyas makes fun of me for saying ow when she starts clipping them off. It's hard to type when your fingertips are throbbing. They're pretty though.

I think it's time for me to have a good, loud, sobbing cryfest. I haven't been letting myself do more than some quiet momentary weeping lately, even at the memorial service this weekend. I know I've got some serious weeping building up since today I started getting all teary listening to a piece on NPR about a bull who was sad when his farmer died. That may or may not have had something to do with the fact that at any moment my uterus is going to let loose with its monthly assurance that yes, we have avoided the pregnant pause yet again. The imminent arrival of my "special friend" probably also explains why I've bought not one, but THREE pairs of shoes in the past week and a half. As I told LA this week, I have Issues. ISSUES.

I also have a need to go to the gym tomorrow, since I took today off with a vengeance. Nothing like not going to the gym, and then topping it off with a minor fast food feast for dinner. Ah well. There's always tomorrow.

posted by Melinda @ 9:49 PM