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I know that this has been out for a while, but it never ceases to amuse me. They're clearly not "dancers" and I kind of hold my breath wondering if they're gonna fall or not. Panache!

Today I stayed home with a sick kid and discovered what my husband has long understood; lots of great crappy movies come on TV during the day. Right now? I'm watching Jane Fonda in Barbarella. First let me tell you that Jane was quite a hottie! I'd put her up against any of the contemporary trollops gracing our movie screens. Secondly, it's just really funny to see what the "future" would look like. Apparently interior walls will all be covered with shag carpeting and all clothing will be mid-riff baring. Boy this movie is just totally trippy. Now twin alien girls are taking her on a dog-sled-like apparatus that is being pulled by an octopus. Was everyone high? HOLY CRAP! Evil dolls with sharp sharp little teeth are chomping on her! What the HELL? I think my psyche is damaged!

I got distracted pretty quickly from watching Barbarella, so you can imagine my surprise when discussing it with Richard to learn that there was an "orgasmatron" later in the movie. Damn. I miss all the good stuff.

With it being so close to Halloween, lots of horror movies are running on all the channels. I'm not much for gore so you won't find me watching Dawn of the Dead, but The Lost Boys? Hello cute vampires! I'd always had a crush on Kiefer Sutherland and here he is the epitome of bad boys; blond mullet, fangs and flying ability! I never got Jason Patric in this movie. So whiny and petulant. Why so angry about being a vampire? Young forever! Never Die! Aforementioned flying! Quit your bitchin! Now you don't have to hang out with the Corey's Haime and crap, what's the name of the other Corey? Ah yes, thank you IMDB, Feldman.

Oh, Train!
With your whistle and wail
You poke me awake in the pre-dawn morning.
Damn you!

What a romantic ideal to have a train trailing off in the dark
Reality? Not so much.
From strange dreams you wake me
but you’ve already steamed off and away
leaving me confused.
Did I need to pee? Is THAT why I woke up.
But no. everyday at 6:40am
Tooting and screaming your way through the woods
Your track rings our house in honks and horns.

Oh! TRAIN!
I might slumber still
Except for the small child you’ve nustled awake
Singing and stumbling she comes to find me.
Mama? I wanna go downstairs....
Damn you train...
DAMN YOU!!!

For being a geek, I'm pretty lame when it comes to my cell phone. If it rings, it's just as likely to be a wrong number. I wish the damn thing would ring more often, actually, as it plays Snoop Dogg's "Drop It Like It's Hot." Usually, by the time I've answered the call, i'm giggling.

I got a camera phone because it was free when you signed your soul over to the devil. I didn't need the camera or even want it, but it was FREE! and CUTE! and FLIPPY! The damn thing was expensive, though, when it came time to replace. It spent a little time floating in a pocketbook full of milk. One of the risks you run when you carry sippy cups full of milk for your toddler. APPARently, milk corrodes all those little important electrical thingies. So it cost $100 to replace! I really only need a playskool phone. OOOooooH! Actually, I really want a Hello Kitty phone. Pink! Rhinestones! YEAH!

I think this phone was a little goth girl in a past life. Maybe I'll call her Charlotte. She likes to take dark, arty picture of the inside of my purse. They're not particularly well composed. Well, it's hard to see any composition, actually, they're totally black. This phone also makes LOUD camera whirring noises when ever it clicks a pic. So I can hear my little friend snapping pics, wah-cheeeeee-ik. wah-cheeeee-ik. So, when i find myself killing time somewhere, I slowly delete one after another of these photographic studies in darkness. one. at. a. time. And there are often, like, 70 of these. Come on Charlotte. Maybe you should just write in your journal. (or your blog).

The handy things about this camera phone is that it lets me take pics like this:


But the face Ruby REALLY likes to make, and often does, is this:

I may have just as many of these silly faces as i do pictures of the interior of my purse. Guess which ones I keep? Email me your favorite camera phone pic, and I'll post 'em! pagalina (at) yahoo (dot) com. One that makes me laugh gets a prize!

Because I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with work today, the song today is rather mellow and reflective:

Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie (album Transatlanticism)

Yeah it came out in 2003, but I don't care. It makes me happy. And of course, the band name is awesome. Right up there with "And they will know us by the trail of dead..." and "dogs die in hot cars" 

If you desire a newer, fresher release go check out Bobby Bare Jr.'s The Longest Meow  he's got a rompy, alt-country, roots rock sound with a nice raspy-pleasant voice.

Listen to it on Amazon, but buy it where you please!

[ Would it be petty to mention in a public forum that my husband is teasing me about "blahging" and "talking about my FEEEEeelings". I feel perfectly justified in giving a virtual eye roll with the words "ass-bag" whispered under breath.

Oh apparently this isn't kosher with the husberly unit. He has threatened to counter-blog. I may have pointed out that his 2 readers might take umbrage. That's what he calls a "stat smack". i'm gonna have to use that! ]

Finally, the clouds have parted and the sun is streaming down on a cool Fall day. I was pleased as punch to not be woken up until after 7am by a smiley curly-topped girly. I had planned to take her to the doctor today to rule out an ear infection but here she goes acting all normal and stuff.

Ha. Work is frantic, the child care center is calling to tell me that Ruby is totally unhinged. uhoh. I can't leave work, I'm up to my neck today. Poor Richard. He with the cough-y sickness. He with Columbus Day off and a whole list of things he wanted to do. He picks her up and trundles her off to Doctor. yep. Ear infections. bad. both ears. bleck. no WONDER she was evil incarnate all weekend. And when I say "evil", I mean pure evil. I mean fire-spitting out of eye sockets, mind-changing, head-spinning evil.

Poor lamb. She can talk well, but not well enough to say "Excuse me, mother, whereas I am seemingly screaming about the insufficiency of this meal, or inappropriateness of your speaking to me, in actuality, I'm in immense pain and require heavy-duty pain relief and antibiotics. Do you see this ear? This one? it hurts mightily. MIGHTILY, I say. Oh. And as a side note, I plan to fake you out and act all normal when you least expect it. Can I have dessert now?"

Our sunny, curly-haired minx has been replaced by a ball of sniveling, whining, screaming snot and needy-ness. She has found the perfect pitch to strip away any patience, compassion or maturity I might have. I like to think that I am a warm, loving mom, but faced with what appears to be just bad attitude gone bad, my maternal instinct runs screaming for the hills. And I've had the urge to follow that instinct during several bouts of super-sized tantrums. Maybe she's still sick? And I've just been at my wits end. 

This morning at 3:30 we were awakened to mumbly sobbing. Nothing I did or said could diminish only aggravate the distress. Sometimes you have to let them just cry, never an easy choice and in this case not the right one either. I remember laying there in bed, waiting for her to calm down just SEETHING. Doesn't exaclty put me in the right place to placate, so to speak. 15 minutes later, Ruby demanded to be in the guest room bed with me. 15 minutes later, cartoon demands. ah. finally, a little quiet a little snooze only to be snapped awake by the shrieking demands of an unhappy tyrant. Rather than starting off with reasonable requests we had jumped to defcon 400.

Richard took a turn at this point and I tried to go upstairs to stuff my head under a pillow, only to return to the fray when sleep was impossible with all the shrieking. Finally, shot in the dark we'll try some ibuprofen. hmm. Maybe it's not pissiness but ear infection? More cartoons (thank GOD for cable OnDemand!) with blanket and pillow in the big living room chair and 45 minutes later I wake up on the couch to the cartoon being over and now that old Dudley Moore movie "Arthur 2" running. Reprieve?

Just when you think you know what you're doing and you get an abject lesson of screwing it up. *sigh*. We'll take her to the doctor and get some confirmation. Maybe our instincts just aren't good in the middle of the night. yeah. That's it.