Another Wonky Saturday

A is watching “The Fast and the Furry” (contemporary Tom and Jerry cinema recently issued on DVD). The price of achieving daily kid violence quota: 3.99 at Movie Gallery. Fulfilling Saturday breakfast request by making a bowl of cheerios and a boiled egg: 4.69 via Kroger. Being able to post to my blog uninterrupted? Priceless.

This week has left me with an intermittently twitching left eyelid. I googled “eye twitch” (also known as blepherospasm) and although the thought of having a brain tumor is much more romantic, at this point I think it is probably just the stress, fatigue and caffeine that is the root cause of my condition. Between beginning the week by taking A to the doctor (70.00 for scrips); a brownbag presentation on Wednesday; serving on two faculty search committees (chair of one), and pulling two consecutive 4am-11pm work days, I woke up on Thursday morning and said to myself “YESSS! Today is finally Friday!”

Perhaps, then, I should be excited by my prospects for Saturday evening social activities. There’s the sassy black women’s book club meeting, for which I had previously agreed to make mojitos…The second possibility—A work friend invited me to dinner and some nice Buddhist conversation. Third option: Birthday party an acquaintance/friend is throwing for her husband, who’s in the film studies department at the University. Upon further review, however, it makes sense that of all my options, I would rather stay home, put a log in the fireplace, and eat pizza while watching the “Lord of War” (mommy’s adult violence quota).

Random 3-yr old thoughts:

After I’d consumed half a brewski, A said to me last night “Mommy, your WHHHOLE breath stinks!”

A calls the University the “blah-blah-versity.” The word “blah-blah” has a privileged status in my home. For example: A is “SUPergirl” while I am “SUPer Blah-Blah.” After a long day, I don’t want to clean the “blah blah” kitchen. I’m still figuring out how to make it a verb, but I think I’m coming close this morning, because as my blah-blah period approaches, I am gradually getting closer and closer to chocolate chip cookies, tea and a comfortable fetal position…

But, mediating all of this has been my husband’s disclosure of things going on with him at work—which was in truth, a very intimate moment, followed by some good hugs and rubs. And I performed minor surgery on A’s fluffy moose, which also earned me some sweet huggage. Period? Bring it on baby! Got my cookies, got my chips…got my motrin and mojito fixins.

Post Valentine's Post

It’s amazing how distant I feel from the writing life I’d worked so hard to establish over the past year. I was thinking for a while that I would give it a rest during the push of this semester. But I came back to last year's brainstorming about what I need to maintain my sanity--and writing figures too prominently to give it up. I’ll work hard to write at least once a week during this crazy time from now until…the end of May perhaps

I’m also going to refrain from composing directly on blogger, which got me into a bit of trouble before, morally and ethically. I just don’t feel right about putting lightly censored rants out there. And since I’m on a spiritual quest…

I forgot to tell you about that, right? Well, after all the posturing about Buddhism (and the consistent misspelling of it), I decided to stop yapping and start exploring for real. Imagine that! So I’ve been reading “The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Buddhism.” One can also use help in establishing the appropriate amount of humility in a spiritual journey, I think. It’s been good so far, though I’m not sure how my feminism will jibe with Buddhist perspectives…After this book, I think I’ll be ready for some other texts about Buddhism, and ready to get serious about meditation too.

Random Thought: I love well-done commercials. Hey, at least I’m honest about my cog-ish identity in the capitalist machine. And, in the wake of going bonkers for Valentine's Day (balloons, fried pork chops, cards, sweets, stickers AND a Winnie the Pooh puzzle AND a strawberry shaped CD case for Rootie Toot's Laurie Berkner CDs--Dahhm you, Taahghey), I think the machine owes me some good mind-numbing pleasure.