On Wednesday I was the substitute teacher in Sadie’s preschool class. It was a moving experience. I say that because I was constantly on my feet, moving myself from one altercation to another and from activity to activity. I already respected Sadie’s teacher, but now, now I worship her. I had a great time and no one died, so I am calling it a success. I really and absolutely am in love with every kid in Sadie’s class, so it was really fun to get to spend a little time playing with each of them. There were fights, and the decibel level was a tad bit higher than when the actual teacher is in the classroom, but like I said, we all survived and no one has called me to complain that I scarred their kid for life.

I know I am totally sucking the big one with my Nablopomo posts this year. I really had the best intentions to post everyday, but you know, as one of my professors used to say, “life got in the way.” Look for daily posts from now on though, because I thought of a brilliant filler! I learned it from the same place I learned everything else, TELEVISION. I’m going to be posting reruns! Well, not completely reruns, but new to this blog posts. I have had a webjournal on and off since 2002, and there is a back catalog of junk I can share, that just might seem fresh and new to some of you. It’s just a brilliant idea I wish I would of thought of sooner.

Oh dude. I am having an insanely crazy week, what with the new phone and volunteering to substitute teach a gaggle of three year old kids tomorrow. The craziness was tempered with a lovely evening sitting on Miss Tawnya’s couch (or rather, my old couch. Well, actually, my parent’s old couch, but whatevs - you get me), having a delightful Pierce Brosnan fest.

We watched Dante’s Peak and Remington Steele, and I have to say, they are both genius works of art. I can’t tell you how much I love Pierce Brosnan. I love Remington Steele so much more, but Mr. Brosnan is pretty sweet too.

I know I am not the only one here, and a quick trip to youtube totally confirms it.
I just HAD to share these videos with you, made by fans of the two pieces of work I enjoyed with my lady friends this evening.

First up, a thrilling homage to Dante’s Peak, set to the fine musical stylings of yes, that’s right, The Backstreet Boys.


As for Remington Steele, holy hell, Youtube is full of people with lots of time on their hands, and lots of love for the show. My initial favorite is this one:


But you have to love this one, with it’s scrapbook theme and BARBARA STREISAND song too:

Brilliant. I hope you too are buoyed up by Mr. Brosnan’s affable spirit and boyish charms.

Guess what kind of screen I have been staring at for the last few hours? Yes. That is correct, an IPHONE screen. Life sure is good when you can be a dork all afternoon. It’s like I’m a holdin’ the future in my sweet little paw! It can do so many lovely things, I kind of want to make out with it. Olive already has, so why can’t I?

I still don’t have much brain power to post though, so I leave you with this gem, please enjoy every single second of it’s amazingness:

Oh! How I wish I had something entirely interesting and or informative to write. I can only tell you, however, that there are approximately thirteen large steps from my bed to the toilet. Give or take a few for toys and glass slippers left in the path.

I am sick. Again. I spent most of the day completely out of it. Luckily Brett was home to watch after the girls. Ugh. back to bed.

Goddamnitall! I missed a post yesterday. I missed an opportunity to talk about the hooray! and the relief and the hope and all that. I think part of it was because I was waiting for the happy to kick in. I mean, don’t get me wrong here folks, I’m ecstatic. Yet, the whole, you know, constitutionalization (shut up! it’s a word! I swear!)(also, maybe it’s only on the state level, but still in the constitution of a state!) of hatred? Kind of a downer on an otherwise happy day. So I was waiting and waiting until I felt like I could work my head around that, but looks like it just ain’t gonna happen. So yay! for us, but boo! to us too.

Also, on other fronts, my brain has stopped working. I mean, it’s kind of on strike. I hope it is only on strike, or out on a holiday, because this better not be permanent. My vocabulary has taken a whopping hit and my spelling is all wonky. It’s annoying and I feel like I am on a slippery slope and I am going to lose the last of my punctuation skills any moment, I don’t like it at all. I’m losin’ it here, people.

I have a whole lot of stuff to tell you about the girls and about how awesome things are going around here. I guess it’s just the more awesome things get, the less time you have to sit down and really type them out? or something? I don’t know. I’m going back to sleep. So to summarize:
I missed a day=whoops!
Obama=Yay!
Prop 8=Boo!
Life=Pretty Good!

I have no words to describe the utter and complete joy I feel about the outcome of this presidential election. Ever since Obama’s speech, I have had the following song stuck in my head, which I think explains it much better than I can:


Awesome.

Do you remember the year 2000? It was ever so long ago, but if you think back, maybe you will remember it. I know I do. It was the year that I transformed from a somewhat jaded young woman with a great interest in politics, to a bitter depressed shell of a person who felt like I was getting a sucker punch to the gut any time anyone even mentioned politics. It all happened on election night. I remember watching the television through the gaps in my toes as I lay in bed. Peter Jennings and Tim Russert were all fired up and playing with their marker board. I kept forgetting to breathe, because I was in total denial that George W. Bush might really win the whole thing. Then it was all up in the air, and I went to sleep not knowing who had won. I woke up hoping and wishing and feeling optimistic, and then I heard the news. Then through all the grossness of the coming months, I would get my hopes up and then have them stomped out and on. My spirit took so many mortal blows during all the hoo-haw, that I gave up on politics all together. Once G-dub was sworn in, I took to imagining my other self in the parallel universe where Gore had won. I still think of that girl, and who she might be. The one who has faith in the people in her country, the one who still believes that there is perhaps Justice in the justice system, the one who is not afraid to hope.

Throughout this whole election process, I have been holding my feelings back. Like a spurned lover, I’m just not sure I can let myself feel that optimism and hope again. I want more than anything to go to sleep tomorrow night knowing that the candidate I love and cherish, the candidate who inspires the last glimmer of hope in the cold recesses of my bitter and jaded heart, I want to fall asleep knowing that he will be my president. I want to be filled with joy and peace and pride. I want to believe that the majority of my country mates are kind and good and intelligent. I want it so badly that I am afraid what will happen to my already delicate psyche if it doesn’t happen. I wish us all good luck and peace on the eve of a very important day. I know I have already voted, and I hope that you will too.

So much to say, and so little brain power to say it. I really feel like someone took a piece of super coarse sandpaper to my brain. I want to share, I want to tell you all about today, but my eyeballs feel like they are collapsing on themselves. It could be because I made the mistake of seeing High School Musical 3. I mean, I can tell that my body is pretty pissed about being forced to sit through the 112 minutes of Zac Efron’s well oiled biceps. That poor decision coupled with the two grumpiest children ever sired, have made it difficult for me to write.

While I am on the subject though, what is with that High School Musical? This is the first one I have seen, and while it was just generally painful to watch because they filmed it at the actual high school I attended, it was also SO interesting. I have a three year old and a six month old, so I am not really enmeshed in the world of the teenager quite yet. Is the archetypal masculine hero of the next generation really that effeminate? Was that just for young girls, or are dudes into this show too? I couldn’t believe the scene where the two guys were singing about the boys being “back,” because when they vocalized their macho yells, they made Michael Jackson’s screams seem hyper masculine.

I have a lot to think about, so thanks High School Musical 3, for really making me think. Something about your story line and lyrics make me think that was the furthest thing from your intention, but it happened all the same.