“Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return. Listen to yourself churn.
Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate
Light a candle, light a votive
Step down, step down
Watch your heel crush, crushed.
Uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier
Renegade steer clear! A tournament, a tournament of lies
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.”
- REM

First off, know that I had to Google the lyrics because I can never remember the lyrics to the whole song. I’m usually the one singing along, “Hmmm, hmmm” until it gets to the chorus, with a word thrown in here and there that actually belongs. But, god, who doesn’t love that song? If you hate it – let me know, and tell me why? I just love the pure random of it – though I’m sure they had a very distinct purpose and would be pissed to hear it described as being ‘random’.

The weather has been pure heaven this week after a winter that felt 800 years long. I grew up on the west coast and the snow thing was a non-issue. Now, I’m in the midwest where winter can stretch from October to May some years. I mean, hell, we had snow last week! I wore shorts for my outdoor workout on Friday and wasn’t the slightest bit chilled – though I was a bit grossed out by my lack of color – must go hit the Mystic Tan… Stat.

I’m gearing up for my trip with some girlfriends this week. I’ll be leaving my little village and heading to the big city. Of course, I’ll take pictures. Maybe I’ll post another one of the back of my head because I know how truly fascinating that is. In preparation for that trip, when I went to Target yesterday, I picked up little travel sizes of stuff to take with me. I hate packing like I’m moving away when I go on a short trip. I don’t want big bottles of shampoo bogging me down. As it is, I’m taking my laptop, because I’m apparently too big of a nerd to travel without it. I honestly can’t stand the feeling of being disconnected. (Yes, this is truly the right generation for me).  I can’t decide what clothes to pack, and know that if there’s anything I forget to bring, I can easily replace it with something better while I’m gone – but even so. I am kind of particular that way – I want to get it right.

In one of my many “No One Said I Was Graceful” moments, I was walking from the kitchen to the dining room on Tuesday and smashed my hip into the corner of the countertop. It immediately turned purple-ish and part of it started bleeding. It hurt so so bad, and oddly enough, at first it looked like a hickey. Or at least, it looked how I remember hickeys looking – as it’s been a long long time since I’ve had one. Fortunately, in the few hours between me smashing my hip and my husband coming home, the purple faded and it started looking a bit less weird (though somewhat like teeth marks somehow – god!). Now all the weirdness has faded and it’s just a weird puncture mark scab on my hip. I’m not a clutz really but when I get myself, I get myself GOOD.

This weekend has been low key and slow. Today, I’ll leave the kids with my mom while I grab some lunch with my BFF. I’ve not seen her much since she’s moved – I’m used to seeing her almost daily. It’s a weird adjustment for both of us, I think. I have few people that I spend time with outside of my family and now it’s somewhat lonely because most of my close friends are not nearby. (Pout). Now that my husband’s worklife has slowed down for a bit, I need to get back into the habit of getting away sans kids more frequently so I don’t forget who I am… again.

I went on an Amazon.com ordering spree last week thanks to a lovely gift card and my stuff came this week, which was awesome. In the box was four (!) CDs – The Killers (both “Hot Fuss” and “Sam’s Town” – both awesome), Jack Johnson (“On and On” – not my favorite, but many good cuts), and Ingrid Michaelson. It’s actually been awhile since I’ve bought cd’s, because I tend to buy them willy-nilly on iTunes (exception being the new Counting Crows disc which I bought on iTunes AND I bought the cd – and if you choose only one, choose the digital because there are two bonus cuts not on the cd). I ripped my new cd’s to my digital music library and can now jam to the new stuff anywhere via iPod (I *heart* my iPod), but I still loving new stuff to listen to and was blissed by getting something in the mail that didn’t require sending payment back (such as the HUGE expensive therapy bill for my stepson – weekly therapy at $120 an hour and the kid doesn’t seem to get any better…ever… joy).

And, I’m sick of my little grassy template here… I’ve swapped out the grass for a crop of the sky behind my house on a December night – pretty, right? But, I’m still not sure if that’s the way to go. I may alter the template altogether unless someone is emotionally invested in either the grass or the tiny font of this current template. I’m just not genius enough with CSS or whatever to fix it on my own and make it likable.

As an update for my Sportster Husband, we had it out again about the soccer game fiasco the other night. He has agreed to take it down a notch, and I have agreed to not smash his face in if he sticks to his word. When I pointed out (for the bazillionth time) how confusing it must be for the kids when he’s yelling opposite the coach, his response was, “But positioning is IMPORTANT!” I said, “Talk to her at home!” He griped that the other kids aren’t around at home – he needs a bunch of kids around for context or some shit. I told him to invite a bunch of kids over – and then let me know so I could get the hell away from his training camp. As he ‘fessed up, soccer is one of the few things he feels like he knows anything about. Lucky us.

The bliss from the day of spa joy has worn off – I think I’m already due for another trip back. God, it felt so good to feel so good. I miss that feeling already.

Happy Sunday, y’all. Take care.