First things first: I have spent entirely too much time the last couple of days reading the most hilarious things I've read in a long time. Some chick called Cleolinda has posted summaries/commentaries on all the Twilight books, plus a script for the Twilight movie in 15 minutes. We're talking stomach-clenching, side-splitting, can't-breathe, almost-pee-your-pants, rolling-on-the-floor hysterical laughter. This is a link to what is technically the beginning of her commentary on Breaking Dawn, but she kindly provided there a catalogue of links to all her other Twilight-related pages, except for the fabulous "movie in 15 minutes", which can be found here. (note: if you haven't read the books or seen the movie, you may want to do that first, since it will make more sense. Also, if you're offended by strong language, you may also want to skip these.)
Princesses are awesome. I didn't used to feel this way, but Ellie's recent desire to be one has led (so far) to the cessation of minor accidents, because "princesses always wear panties, and the don't ever, ever pee in them!" As she runs for the bathroom she hollers reassuringly, "Don't worry, Mommy! I'm still a princess!"
Why does it bother me when Vicki and Lexi wear matching clothes to school? This really shouldn't bother me, since it's not even like they're in the same class or anything, but it does.
My organization project is coming along nicely. Rooms are done, closets are getting there. Two more down yesterday. Two more to go. Then I may have to find a new pet project. Oh, wait, there's still the dreaded craft closet/place to throw whatever junk I don't want cluttering up the rest of the house but may want at some indefinite time in the future. I need shelves in there.
Rant time: it seems like everyone on the planet, and their dog, is on Facebook. Everyone but me. Even my mother is on Facebook, for crying out loud! And suddenly everyone I know, or have ever met, or whose blog I
Sometimes I think it would be great to be 3 again. I could eat macaroni & cheese or hot dogs every day for lunch without thinking about how not-good it is for me. I could watch Wall-E every day and never, ever get tired of it. I could sing random snatches of random songs at random times without getting weird looks. I could wear a princess dress all day long because it's pink and velvety and fancy and sparkly and everyone would smile and tell me how beautiful I am. Of course, if I was 3, I'd probably tell everyone I was 4, because 4 is a much cooler-sounding age.
For some reason I'm really excited about Brownies with Lexi's troop today. That doesn't usually happen. They wear me out.
Food Recommendation: Nature's Path Organic Toaster Pastries from Costco. They're like Pop Tarts without all the nastiness and the shortening-coated-mouth aftertaste. Cherry Pomegranite and Brown Sugar Maple Cinnamon...mmmmm...
Why do the mirrors at Ellie's ballet studio make my hips look so huge? It can't possibly be because my hips are really that huge, can it? I really, really, really hope not.