titles

I just recently moved (whole 'nother blog for another day) and I'm sick of unpacking, so yesterday I picked up a good book "Little Earthquakes." I stayed up far later than I should've (it's got that whole "can't put down" cliche perfected) and it's a fast read...but I haven't gotten to the point of the title yet.

That's my husband's favorite part of the movie...when a character in the movie uses the title. He likes to nudge, nod and say "Hence the title of the movie!" He is so busy waiting for it or yelling about it he sometimes misses critical additional plot points. But that's what he does and I love him for it and whenever I'm watching a movie by myself now I hear him in my head...but not in a "I hear voices" kinda way.

I don't think I've ever heard him say "hence" otherwise. Of course, this is the man who also says "acrosTT" meaning across. He knows it bugs me so he always emphasizes it now "Hey, did you see what the kids are doing ACROST the street?"

Drives me bazooks.

bummed

At first, when I thought about starting this blog...I assumed no one would read it. Then with my first post, someone instantly responded. I thought "whoa" (in a keanu way) so I wrote again, and again, and again---NOTHING. Guess I started off with a bang and should just go back to my original (non)expectations. Funny, that's not easy to do.

There's nothing as desperate as a blogger crying "read me" is there?

work

There is a girl at work who is driving me crazy lately. I mean, I know I'm a "talker" but she's a "you've been in my office 45 minutes and haven't stoppped to take a breath once" kinda talker. Her latest thing is e-mailing a hundred times a day (and not important stuff, it's always thisclosetoa chain letter stuff) and then she has to come in "to discuss" the e-mails. UGH.

I'm a big fan of slacking (a la blogging during office hours) but don't drag me into your slacking. Goof off by yourself and let me get back to shopping on-line in peace...thankyouverymuch!

world series

I'm a baseball fan and I understand it's exciting that the Red Socks might just win it all...but it might be more fun for me (the girly fan) if I could root for a team that looked like they showered regularly! I mean, if you make millions, look like it...or at least don't look like the crazy guy who talks to himself on the corner. Win the ring, get a haircut.

random

Hey,

I'm just getting used to this...so bear with me. I wasn't fully aware that anyone would care or bother responding to my goofy little blog. How weird.

I used to be a radio DJ and I kinda miss talking about random things (my favorite being pop culture.) Kinda cool this can be my new outlet. Liking the Doogie-ness (as in Howser MD) of it!

Now that I have this all created, I don't want my first few postings to be boring (too late) so I'm all perplexed on what to write. Looking for something earth-shattering...realizing my life isn't so much!

Hmmm...

My 9 mo. old (Paige) just learned how to pattycake and answer "how big is the baby?" ("SOOO BIIIG," acted out in a large above her head display of hands, of course.) It's amazing that this would be considered earth-shattering to me now, but I can't help myself. She's my sweetheart.

That, and I missed Desperate Housewives this week. Thank gosh for rerun Saturday nights (and the sad fact I have no problem being home every Saturday night to catch re-runs. ho-hum.)

Did I just write "thank gosh???"

Must go now before I insert a "gee-whiz" or "golly."

why?

Why would anyone do this? Why would anyone read this?
What compels us to evacuate our brain onto a page and what compels you to read about some random (often crazy) stranger?

Bizarre...that being said...on with the show.