A Sick Twisted Thought

Have you ever thought about how Frosty the Snowman suffered a long, painful death? What torture to melt slowly in the warming sunlight. The pitiful looking snowmen in our neighborhood got me thinking about this.

A Year & A Half Later

I was just listening to a bit of the David Crowder Band. If you are not familiar with their music, it is a christian band with a little kick. David Crowder is strange looking (I am referring to his hair & beard) but so very talented and filled with the love of Christ. Yet he is not one of those 'in your face' type of people. I was thinking about how Little Man fell in love with their music a year and a half ago at a summer festival in Houston. The David Crowder Band was popular among Texans but just starting to get global recognition. What a difference a year and a half makes. Now they play to huge stadiums everywhere they go. I bet Little Man couldn't get that close to the stage anymore.

Work, Weather, The Pretender and New Quotes

I have been working pretty hard this week. I have gotten much accomplished. My job may be boring at times but I still take pride in my work. There is no point in doing a job if you aren't going to do it well. At least that is what I try to live by.

I am sick of this white world in Kansas. The snow and ice has been on the ground for over a week now going on two. However, I did see patches of grass trying to poke through and many of the snowmen in the neighborhood are looking severely disfigured. I think there might be hope.

I am still watching The Pretender. I have found out about 2 made for television movies that follow these four seasons and they will come out on DVD in March. Whoohoo! I also found out that there is an internet campaign to get the 3rd and final movie made. Do those things really work? Isn't that like extortion? Give us a 3rd Pretender movie or we will cram your mailbox full of SPAM!!!!

I put up some new quotes. You should all feel sorry for me after reading them. I live with this kind of stuff DAILY.

I Guess I Did Miss Some Good Stuff

Often I have written about the lack of television in my home. Ever since M-Boy was born we haven't had network television or cable. And when Mouse was born we only had AFN in Berlin and crazy german stations so I can say that I have not had regular access to television shows since 1989. About 3-4 years back we start purchasing DVD's because my mom had moved in and missed watching TV. She had heard "24" was good so she bought it and loved it. I didn't watch along. I just wasn't interested. Then she was craving more so I picked up CSI for her. I did watch this time and fell in love. Since then, we have purchased every season of every CSI city there is. I admit I take pride in the fact that I missed the whole Ross/Rachel fiasco of Friends (never seen a show in its entirety) and that Beverly Hills 90210 means nothing more than an address to me. But then my mom handed me these four little boxes a few weeks ago with a label slapped across in bold white letters "The Pretender". She said " [Daphne] I think this is one show that you would enjoy." So I gave it a shot. I am a freaking addict now. How can you not love a man who eats pez regularly? Or a woman who knows how to use a gun better than any other guy on the show? Why is there only 4 seasons of this show? I haven't got past season 2 yet so maybe it takes a downward suck spiral in the next 2 but I know once I finish these 4 boxes I will feel empty. I am mildly but pleasantly surprised that network television had something to offer to a girl like me. Next time you all tell me about a TV show, I promise I will listen. I might not watch but I will definitely understand how you feel. Now if you will excuse me, Jarod and Miss Parker await.

Housebound

This weekend I turned 37. It was just another day for me because I am not big on birthdays. I love celebrating as long as it is for someone else. My kids were sweet (singing and hugs and stuff) and Mr. D took me out to breakfast just me and him. It was a good thing we escaped early because by the afternoon the snow started falling. and falling. and falling some more. I have been housebound two weekends in a row now. It is getting old (like me). I think the roads have been cleared for school tomorrow. Which reminds me of a funny conversation between Little Man and Mr. Daphnewood.

Little Man: I hope we have a snow day all week this week!
Mr. D: no you don't. That would just make your summer vacation one week shorter.
Little Man: What do you mean?
Mr. D: well, everytime you get a snow day they take away one day of your summer vacation to make up for the school that you missed during the winter.
Little Man: Man, what a rip off!

Is that "innocence" I hear shattering?

Happy Birthday Daddy

To the first man in my life who showed me nothing but unconditional love.

Angry

Yesterday was bitterly cold. It was 2 degrees when I dropped off Mouse and M-Boy at their school. M-Boy goes to the high school in the morning for math then a bus takes him to the middle school for the rest of his day. The schools were not closed due to the weather. I was okay with that, being only slightly mad at the insensitivity to my children's safety. Most of the roads (not all though) were cleared but clear roads does not equal safe drivers. When M-Boy got to school he took of his sweat shirt and left it in his locker. The schools are very well heated. But then the middle school had a fire drill. All students had to go out into the freezing icy weather without their jackets if they didn't have one with them. I am so pissed off right now. I am going to call the school and make sure that it was truly a false alarm and not just a "drill". Five minutes in 2 degree weather without a jacket is brutal. I was freezing WITH my jacket on and I can only imagine what poor M-Boy felt. Well he felt bad enough to tell me about it. Usually I never hear about these kind of things from him. I get it second hand from his teachers. So look out middle school, I am going to rip you apart this morning.

Cabin Fever

Ick! I have been stuck inside all day and eating non-stop. Normally I would relish the day getting to lounge about in my pajamas and doing absolutely nothing. But it is different when you have to stay inside. Oh I could go out and brave the icy roads but I did that yesterday and it kind of scared me. When no one else was out on the road I kind of figured I shouldn't be there either. It was slippery. So here I sit thinking the grass is always greener. What is everyone else up to?

I Guess I Am Staying In This Weekend

Here is our weather forecast for the weekend. Bummer.

Movie Review: The Painted Veil

In a nutshell: A doctor takes his adulterous wife to the China countryside in 1925 to treat a village suffering from a cholera outbreak.

Well I did enjoy this film except for the ending. It happened quickly and then summed up everything in like 30 seconds. I am trying to block out the ending and make up my own story in my mind. The scenery was GORGEOUS and the actors were really good (how can you ever be disappointed with Edward Norton?!) but it was kind of slow. Overall though, the love story was sweet and real to me. They weren't the perfect people and had to learn how to overlook foibles in each other like we all have. Too often Hollywood forgets that people are not perfect. It was a beautiful movie. Too bad the ending sucked.

Why Captain Jack Sparrow Is Popular

Little Man left his pirate toys on the floor. Wow! No wonder why the infamous Capt. Sparrow is so popular despite his black teeth and all.

Doctor Dorkology

Everyone knows that doctors have their own language. It sounds like english but isn't quite english. Being married to a doctor means that sometimes I have to translate what my husband is saying into regular english. This weekend Mr. Daphnewood was rubbing his arm and making a fist with his hand over and over again.

Daphne: What's wrong babe? Did your hand fall asleep?
Mr. D: No, I have a neuropraxia.
Daphne: A neuropraxia?
Mr. D: it is when a nerve gets temporarily compressed causing reversible numbness. Probably my C7 because my middle finger is the most numb.
Daphne: sooooo.....your hand fell asleep, right?
Mr. D: uh, yeah.

He has to wake up pretty early in the morning to pull one over on me

Health Update

I think I had the flu. I am not dizzy anymore but the doctor that lives with me and sleeps in my bed is hoping beyond all hope that I am pregnant. Ah the poor dreamer. That is why I never ask him about my illnesses. He just automatically says "oooo I hope you're pregnant!" As if 3 kids aren't enough. Thanks for the well wishes. I feel 100% better. Now poor Little Man and Mouse are getting it though.

Movie Review: Children Of Men

I did manage to get out this weekend with the ol' ball and chain. Just joking. I love my snuggly hubby and cherish any and all spare time we get to spend alone. We went to see Children Of Men starring Clive Owen and Claire-Hope Ashitey (for those of you who keep up with things like that). It was directed by Alfonso Cuarón (see above). A brief synopsis: Theo is asked to take Kee, a pregnant girl, to the coast in a future world (earth 2027) where women can no longer have babies in hopes for preserving mankind. Now, my first reaction to the film was that I didn't care for it. I was depressed and sad from watching it. But then it happened; I couldn't stop thinking about the movie all day long. I even dreamed about it. Yes, the subject material was uncomfortable but the journey is about hope. And really, I think the film spells that out for everyone. People suck and the director captures that beautifully. However, deep down, people have a good side and there is always hope for that good side to emerge. That is a message of the film. That is what haunted me and wouldn't let me sleep. Overall, that isn't such a bad thing to be haunted about, is it?

Minor Health Issues

I am not sure what is going on but I have been under the weather. I have taken 2 pregnancy tests and both were negative. My blood sugar is fine at around 100. I have gotten plenty of sleep and I am no fatter or thinner than the past 6 months. So why am I dizzy all the time? That is what I am trying to figure out without going to a doctor.

So in the meantime, I have been making very sporadic visits to everyone's blogs. I am sorry for not returning email and such too. I want to say a very special thank you to my dear friend Kimananda who sent me a wonderful package in the mail. It had See's chocolate in it and I devoured it in about 30 seconds flat. I only shared one piece and that was with my mother. No kids or husbands could mooch. The fudge was fantastic too. I did share a little of that with Little Man. He insisted because I told him I thought there was rum in it. He is such a little pirate-Capt. Jack Sparrow-loving-scalawag these days and knew that rum is appropriate for pirates of all ages. So thank you once again Kimananda. I really really really really appreciated it because we forgot to order See's this Christmas. I was miserable until your package arrived. All Hail Kimananda Patron Goddess of Procrastination! You rock!

Desperation At Its Finest

This morning is the first day back to school for the kids. M-Boy has the quote of the week because after getting dressed by 6:30 am he slumped onto the couch and sighed:

Only 18 more weeks until summer vacation.

poor kid.