Wednesday, September 26, 2007

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Yes, I am old and apparently trying to remain hip. I actually said "harshin' on my coffee buzz" at Starbucks today. Dear God, when did I become Californian?

Is it just me or is everyone going through a BLAH thing this week? Usually I have some quirky thing to put down here, but I'm kind of at a loss. Unless we talk about SLEEP...

Which has not been too great here. Right now (praise GOD), Little Diva is taking a snooze. Since she recovered from the fever, we've had major post-traumatic sleep issues. Coupled with the fact that the days are getting much shorter here (it's completely dark by 7-ish), I'd say unless tonight goes fantastically, I'm headed towards the fashionable white coat with extra long sleeves!

My mom used to say "I'm at the end of my rope with you," and I'd always kind of wondered what that meant. Now I know because I was there Monday night. You know how in the movies when someone is clinging to life at the end of of rapidly fraying rope? When they get down to the very last thread? Yeah, that's where I was on Monday night post-bedtime. I was ready to free fall into the canyon at any moment when my hero, the sleep angel, finally appeared! Thank God for small miracles...

Anyway, everything else here has been BORING. I'm bored to tears. Literally. Not that I can't mop the kitchen floor, clean my dressing room, steam the carpets, etc. It just doesn't sound like anything that might improve the action around here.

On the upswing, I am considering downloading some old tunes to my new MP3 player (don't get all horny and jealous - it's a cheap one). I've already got plenty of gangsta rap on there, so I need something light. Any suggestions? Perhaps some Marky Mark? Bon Jovi? Something from the late eighties/early nineties. Tell me your faves...

On the gangsta rap front, I find it quite fun to be driving around in my over-driven prior-yuppie mobile with the car seat in full effect while Jay-Z belts out of the speakers. I spent an hour one night creating a CD of nothing but explicit rap to move my booty in the car when Little Diva is not in tow. Wonder what the other playschool moms would say. Are they haters? Are you??? There's just something extra-gratifying about figuratively giving the finger to the suburban mommy stereotype. Can I get a HELL YEAH from you muthas??? And yet, whenever I turn into a parking lot or down a residential street, I turn the volume down to "barely audible." I'm a wuss...

6 comments:

bananafana said...

you're from the lou and your proud - blast that shit fo' shizzle

Erica said...

That totally makes me think of that scene in Office Space where Michael Bolton is jammin to his gasta rap and a black man walks by, so he turns the volume down and locks the doors. *snort*

I, too, love the rap and hip hop. I'm cool as shit, beeotches!

mom of the year said...

Yeah, ladies! Erica: I totally thought of that, too! It's one of my favorite scenes!

Tessie said...

DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTA! Haha.

I like to go onto iTunes (even if you don't have an iPod) and search for the top 50 songs by year. You can get some 90s classics that way.

mom of the year said...

Tessie: awesome idea! WORD!!!

Kristen said...

I totally have a playlist on my IPod for when the kids aren't in the car. Although, I am sure its wierd to see me do my thing to 50 cent in a black minivan, so I must confess I turn it down when I come to a light around other people. I need to learn how to "party like it's my birthday"!