Oscar Noms

So the nominations came out today. Big woo. I haven't seen any of the movies nominated, nor do I even want to. Poop on George Clooney!

Where's Star Wars Episode III??? That movie was a bigger than big deal in the Groovy household, and although it did win a People's Choice, where were the SAG nominations?

Don't YOU think Swooner Dreamboat should have been recognized for his work as Obi-Wan?

Wait, was he nominated at all for Moulin Rouge? I never saw that movie all the way through; Ewan or no Ewan, I'm sorry, I couldn't get through the first 15 minutes.

At any rate, POOP ON GEORGE CLOONEY!!!

Alito's In!

I heard Rush read something from one of the KosKidz today, and it sounded like a bad Jerry Springer episode...you know, "bleep bleep bleepity bleep."

Potty mouths. This is what you do? Do you kiss your mamas with those mouths?

Oh, I know, I shouldn't gloat, but wasn't it fun to listen to Kennedy howl? I was waiting for all that Chivas in his system to ignite and blow him up.

Well...

The haircut wasn't that bad. I was one of the first clients of the day, so there was only one other person there, so the younglings didn't annoy anyone, just amused the girl who cuts my hair.

The real fun came when I tried to go look at clothes at Kaufmann's. Daughter wandered off and there I was, screaming like a mother in a Lifetime movie. Luckily one of the clerks brought her back to me. But, within seconds of that reunion Daughter managed to knock down a display, prompting Son and I to haul Daughter out of the mall.

Son's teacher just called about 15 minutes ago; we had a brief talk about how Son is doing in school, and it wasn't anything new to me. Suffice it to say, I was correct in assuming his stomach aches are ways to avoid going to school.

What to do? Reinforce that neither I, his Dad, or his teacher are going to be mad at him if he doesn't grasp new material right away.

Gawd, I feel like I'm living in a bad chick-lit novel.

Losing my patience

This morning Son woke up and said he felt fine. A half hour later he's complaining of a headache and a stomach ache, and he doesn't want to go to school.

I know he's faking, he did the same thing last week. Dummy me let him stay home today, but I told him no PlayStation, no computer, zilch. I left a message for his teacher to call me later today so I can see how he's doing in class. I think there's something going on he's avoiding.

But it still makes me lose my patience.

While I would love to chat, I have to get ready to haul both kids with me to get my hair cut this morning.

2005 Dumbass of the Year

Courtesy of Dumbass of the Week, the winner of the 2005 Dumbass of the Year poll is: Crusty Sheeman.

Big surprise. Not.

Stay out of my garbage, freak!

This morning, while taking Son to the end of our driveway to catch the bus, I noticed tire tracks going about 1/4 of the way up our driveway. I hopped out of La Tahoe (running on the spare tire, thank you) and looked for foot prints and what not while I called back up to the house on my cell to inform Husband.

Well! As soon as I got back from grocery getting (and singing along and pumping my fist to Rebel Yell), Husband went down the driveway to check things out.

He estimates that it's a truck with balding tires, the driver wears about a size 9 1/2 shoe, and the walked down to our garbage container and apparently got in there. (Sunday is the night we put out the trash.)

So, Husband thinks who ever it was was putting something in our trash can -- a pickup of some kind? The garbage bags themselves weren't torn into, but anyway, who would want to rifle around a bunch of poopy diapers and banana peels?

FREAK! Get out of my trash! Bastard.

She Want MOE!

Moe Moe Moe Moe MOE!

Yes, I know, this isn't really what Billy Idol is saying, but when I heard Rebel Yell on the way home from getting groceries this morning, this is what I thought of.

SAG Blogging

I'm sitting here watching the SAG Awards, because I have a satellite and there's nothing on, and they just got done talking about Good Night and Good Luck. Of course they show George Clooney, all cocky and thumbs up. So what does GroovyVic say?

"You F***ker!"

And when the SAG president commented about our service people around the world watching the broadcast of the awards and all those Hollywood Libs started applauding, what did I say?

"Hypocritical F***kers!"

I'm having a good time shouting insults at the TV.

Swooner Dreamboat's gonna croon

Ewan "Cutie McHottie" McGregor is going to join with some other Hollywood types to sing on an album of "adult themed" lullabies.

Adult themed?

*snort*

I've got some adult themed things I'd like to do to Mr. McGregor!

I just wasn't made for these days...

After today, I wonder why I volunteered Husband and myself to work in the nursery at church. Look up "chaos" in the dictionary, and you'll see a children's playroom at a church.

Well, not really, but we all know how toddlers and little kids can be, and today Husband and I got a double dose. They went crazy for the animal crackers I brought, and one kid climbed up into the cupboard to grab them after Husband put them away.

Daughter got pushed over by one little boy who took possession of a tricycle, and still another little boy kept running the other kids over with ride-on toys.

When it was all over I looked at Husband and said "I'm glad we don't have to do this again until April."

Oh yes, did I forget to mention the flat-as-a-pancake tire on La Tahoe this morning? Yes. Flat. Good thing we have another vehicle. Wonderful husband of mine changed the tire and is going to get the flat one fixed tomorrow on his day off. What a man!

And, you'll love this: after we piled into Husband's foreign "scrape your butt on the road it's so small" car, we saw a fox sleeping on our welcome mat on the porch! A FOX. Right up next to the house! Amazing, huh?

Oh, for crap's sake

I don't know what what's scarier, the fact that Sheeman is pow-wowing with Chavez or that she's got a fart crosswise about Feinstein and may challenge her in the Democratic primary.

For crap's sake, when is CA going to fall off into the Pacific???

Now THIS is devotion

Talk about fans. The town of Washington, PA is changing its name to...

Play Date

When it's six year olds, is it still called a play date?

Anyway, Son's friend from church, a girl, is coming over this afternoon to play. According to her mother, she's been bugging both parents all week about coming over.

Last Sunday she even followed us out to La Tahoe and crawled right in and buckled up!

So, she's coming over today, which means I won't be doing too much of anything.

Wives, DO NOT let the husbands see this...

Dammit.

As if our husbands didn't bug us enough, now they have even more ammo.

Theresa weighs the benefits of treadmills vs. sex.

I'm not especially heartened to read those facts about oral activities...gross to begin with, but fattening too!

Sssssssmokin'

Um, yeah. Hey, LlamaButchers? Didja see this one of Melissa Theuriau?

Showin' off that lightsaber, huh?

This from my new favorite Munuvian site, Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile: Sienna Miller bounces back from Jude with Hayden Christensen.

Okay. Hayden's cute, I'll give him that. But Sienna? Girl, settle down for a while. First of all, Jude Law is a weeniefart who's losing his hair. You need to have some downtime, focus more on your work, less on your tingling genitalia.

Here's a thought to ponder, though: Is Christensen as stilted and wooden in bed as he was in Star Wars???

"I'm not the lover I should be. I want more..." Yikes!

I smell the ACLU

I smell the smell of something smelly...that smells!

Cross posted at Code Red* Women for the Troops:

President Bush and PM Blair are being sued...by Saddam Hussein.

Saddam doesn't get it. He's suing Bush and Blair, accusing those two of doing the things that, hey, he did to his own people. Obviously this man is in denial. He's psycho. Bastard.

Can the ACLU be far behind? I'm sure they wouldn't hesitate to pick this up and run with it. Bastards.

h/t: Kit at Euphoric Reality

Little House blogging

Last night, after the younglings were tucked in to bed, I turned on TV Land to watch "Little House on the Prairie." It happened to be the episode when Almanzo tells Laura he wants her to be his wife. You know, he writes that note "...I want..." and then stops. Laura's reading the note, and when she says "I want to..." my dear husband pipes up with:

"Play with your nipples! Boom-boom long time GI!"

I hissed: "Stop it! This is Little House! My God! It's like you're farting in church!"

So I watched Almanzo leave Walnut Grove, Percival arrived to train Nellie in hotel/restaurant management...and Husband didn't make another peep.

Somebody haze this plebe

I'm only commenting about the film Annapolis because I know someone who went there; in fact, I was just talking to his wife, my very dear friend since Kindergarten, the other day.

I asked her what her husband's thoughts were on this, and she told me then that no permission had been given to film on the actual school grounds, meaning this movie was a bit cheesy.

So when reviews started popping up on Google news I read one. I don't know why I bothered, I should have just listened to my friend's husband, someone who actually graduated from there.

P.S. I was in my friend's wedding, and her husband-to-be at the time had some of his Navy friends in it...all dress whites,very properly military. Just so you know, do not EVER get drunk and yell "TAILHOOK!" around Navy folks. It really pisses them off.

Goulash and my hair

Tonight I tried a new recipe for "Cowboy Goulash." It was a hit, even Son gobbled it all up. And he asked me to make Tater Taco Casserole next week too.

It's a big deal because usually he eats just enough to get by, he rarely gets excited about anything other than pizza or mac and cheese.

In "The Things We Do for Our Husbands" category, I changed my hair appointment so that Husband would be able to go visit his parents next weeked. See, the appointment was for Saturday; since he'd be home he could watch the kids and all that. Well, I don't want to take both kids, so I switched it around so I only have to take Daughter. I'm not happy about having to take her, she'll probably run off around the mall while I'm getting my hair shampooed.

I'm filing this one away for future use, trust me.

That damn umbilical cord keeps snapping Husband back to his momma with whiplash precision.

Hit me baby 5000 times

Have I forgotten to mention that I had my 5000th visit the other day? Yeah...I'm up to 5,073 now.

I was just checking SiteMeter, and there must be nothing to do in Spain, as someone Googled "vomit puke lesbian dvd" and somehow found me.

Eeeeewww. Get a life, mucho pronto, jefe.

And can I just say that, while listening to "Old School Lunch" on the radio, hearing Mili Vanili does not aid in digestion.

Girl, you know it's true.

Oh, that's him?

I didn't realize until I read David Drake this morning that the little weenie guy pictured above is Joel Stein, oh he of the anti-troops opinion.

This guy? This weenie pimp for "I love the 80's?" Well, no wonder he's anti-military, just look at him! I could beat the crap out of him! He'd wash out on the first day of basic.

And heads up to VH1: It's obvious you'll let anyone ramble on about the 1980's, so next time, come to GroovyVic. I was there! I remember the 80's! I am an 80's retrospective!!!

Swooner Dreamboat "too good to be reality?"

Well, I could have told you that.

According to this review from The Australian, Ewan McGregor's video diary of his motorcycle trek "is an absolute disgrace."

Why? Because it's good. It doesn't fall into the reality TV trap of crap.

Now, I missed Long Way Round when it was on the Reality Network (or whatever the hell the channel is called), but according to the review I just read, it wasn't half bad.

Especially if Ewan Cutie McHottie gets nekkid...but I digress.

One for the parents

Moms and Dads, I'd like to talk to you. Or rather, ponder with you. My friend told me about a situation with one of our kids' classmates, and I've been stewing over this kid all night.

GroovyVic still doesn't care about Kanye West!

I'm all for free speech, but Kanye West still sounds like a self-important asshat.

He's a legend in his own mind. He also looks like a hypocrite: posing as Jesus on the cover of Rolling Stone, and then talking about his pornography addiction.

My name is Itch

Another from Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile: Jason Lee (who bears an uncanny resemblance to my ex-fiance "B") has the chicken pox.

"Oh GOOD LORD!"

My exact word when I saw this over at Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile.

Only because of the picture of Joey Buttafugger.

So close, SO CLOSE

Bon Hovi's plane skidded off the runway.

No one was hurt.

Damn it!

h/t: Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile

PITTSBURGH'S GOIN' TO THE SUPER BOWL!

Oddly enough, Husband and I watched the game yesterday...the entire thing, right up to the end. I'm thinking it was a good night in the Steel City.

On another viewing note, we watched Wedding Crashers last night.

Eh.

Husband appreciated the booby shots, and I liked Vince Vaughn (I have liked him in every role I've seen him in), but I can do without Owen Wilson. Ugh. The only redeeming thing about him is that his character bit the big one in Armageddon, although it should have been Ben Asslick's character. But who stays behind and sacrifices himself for the greater good of the world? Bruce Willis' character, Harry Stamper. Yeah, okay Hollywood, nuke the only guy with military appreciation in real life...bastards. But I digress...

Owen Wilson, yeah. Don't like him.

The movie? Well, I'm no Gene Shalit (but you should see my hair), but...eh. It's not something I'd watch again.

Speaking of movies (weren't we?), I've got a copy of Black Hawk Down here. Anybody? Yes? No?

Miss America Blogging

I'm late on this, I know, but I ran out of time this morning; we had to be to church early today because we were Greeters.

Anyway, as I sit here watching the Pittsburgh/Denver game, I just have to throw my 2 cents in about the Miss America pagent last night. I watched it, the whole thing, and I have to say I thought it was pretty classy. No game show type question stuff, no song and dance numbers, just straight-up pagent. I like that they wore the sashes again too.

No one girl really stood out to me. I like that the top 10 girls had escorts for the evening gown portion. Miss PA had her brother escort her, which I thought was cool, but she didn't make it to the top 5.

The talent portion was good, I have NO talent, so I'm not going to knock anyone there.

How much fun is evening gown, though? That's my favorite part of the whole thing.

*sigh* Sitting there under two blankets drinking the "sweet devil Coca-Cola" I couldn't help but remember the Miss America Barbie doll I used to have. Does anyone else remember that? She had a crown that stayed on her head, a bouquet of plastic roses, that cape thingahootch...I loved that damn doll.

Anyway...I really wanted Miss Georgia to win, but alas it was Miss Oklahoma. She's tall!

Another Screaming MEME

Blog bud ThirDEE over at Code Red* has this "four things" meme, and since she was nice enough NOT to tag anyone, I'll go ahead and do it.

"Here we go..."

All I have to say is, they better GO. ALL. THE. WAY! Or else there's gonna be a lot of pissed of people on the South Side.

How yin's doin'?

Smurfing around the Smurfing Smurfosphere

I love Ace. Where else can one read a partial transcript of the Colin Farrell sex tape with the word "smurf" used for the dirty talk?

"Aw, smurf." Indeed!

Also from Ace: John Kerry joining the KosKids?

I scanned this Kos post briefly. Whatever.

"My wife Teresa reads blogs passionately, and I follow blogs too..."

When? When does Te-ray-zaaa read blogs? After sucking on some gin raisins?

It is NOT a road!

We have a very long driveway. In fact, our house can't be seen from the road except in the fall and winter when there are no leaves on the trees. So, as we're new around here, our driveway is a point of curiosity for some people. When we first moved in we'd have people coming up here all the time to check it out; one time we even had an Ohio Highway Patrolman come up here. Scared the poopy out of me!

One night, it was actually 3:30 A.M., an old, wheezing pickup truck came up the driveway. Husband and I were afraid it would stall out, but they managed to get turned around and out of here. What really bit was that our bedroom is at the same end of the house as the driveway, hence the lights were RIGHTONUS.

So, we've been here for almost two years, one would think the people around here would know there's an actual home up here, that our driveway isn't a public road. (It's also pretty damn steep...)

Friday morning I notice someone drove halfway up our driveway and then pulled off to park. Husband didn't find any "debris," but I was afraid of finding,um, er..."used personal items." Nope.

About twenty minutes ago, in broad daylight, some schmuck comes tearing up the driveway, has that "oh crap, it's a house" moment, turns around really fast, and roars out of here.

Now, damn it! Do I have to put up a feckin' gate? Big, neon signs that say "Private Drive NO Trespassing?" People are so g-damn feckin' rude. I wish I knew where they all lived so I could flash my high beams in their bedroom window in the middle of the damn night.

If you live around me and you know what I'm talking about, STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY DAMN DRIVEWAY! Bastards!

Just go read this...

...and let me know what you think. I had a whole post ready to go on the subject of this article in The Conservative Voice, but deleted it in fear of my mouth writing checks my butt can't cash.

I read it to Husband, which triggered a discussion. Husband is a big history and military buff (he has a degree in History too), and don't forget, we had to do our homework when we reenacted.

While I can give you a dissertation on 19th century fashion, I'm no military scholar. I know what I believe about the Civil War, you tell me what YOU think after reading this article.

Good Morning, Sweeties!

It's a cloudy, blustery Saturday morning here in OH, and yet I'm in a better mood than I was yesterday. Sleep will do that, you know.

I bounded out of bed and already have a load of laundry in the washer. I Febreezed our mattress, made a pot of coffee, fed the younglings...and here I am.

I have this message in my Inbox informing me that Sean Hannity is coming to Pittsburgh next month. February 25, to be exact. Tickets go on sale today. No, I'm not going, even though Quinn and Rose will be there too. Oh yeah, Q&R are out of Pittsburgh, although syndicated to parts of OH and all; I love Quinn!

Anyway, I thought about going, but then I remembered that if I wanted to hear Hannity kiss ass I could do it for free and listen to the radio!

But if any of you in the Pittsburgh or OH valley area do go, let me know how it was, mmkay???

Ooops...sorry...

Looks like I'm in the doghouse with Steve the LlamaButcher.

I apologize if my Indiana Jones post title was offensive...but it was the first thing I could think of.

Ah well...

"I! Was Made For Dancin'!"

I'd heard that Leif Garrett nabbed for possession of smack, but Ace has pictures.

Good Lord.

And Ace was right, Garrett was "not Shaun Cassidy hot".

Good Lord!

"Indiana Jones and the Colostomy Bag"

Apparently there will be a fourth installment of the Indiana Jones adventures; it's still in the stages of being written.

I don't know about you, but Ford is getting a bit long in the tooth to be some swashbuckling hero. But I guess if Mick Jagger can still rock, Ford can try to crack that whip.

But for crap's sake, hurry up before this man is drooling into his fedora.

h/t: I Watch Stuff!

I feel better now

It's oddly reassuring to me that Le Llama Butchers have their very own "swooner dreamboat." I mean, just go over to check out their new banner.

I have to admit, that Melissa chick is cute...and CBS could do a lot worse (read: Katie Crapic) for a new anchor.

Paris needs a diaper

This from The Superficial: Paris peed all over the backseat of a cab.

Gross. What a pig! Someone send this girl a bag of Depends!

As out of my skull drunk as I have gotten, I have never pissed myself.

I loathe the bus

I haven't ridden a school bus since 1986 (spoiled child, had a car the last two years of high school), but I still hate, loathe, and despise the bus. I hate the bus with the fiery hot passion of a million suns.

More to the point, I can't stand the little bastards that can be on the bus.

Tell me something I don't know

Newsflash: I was an English major!!

h/t: Anna

Holy Crap!

Behold Jared Leto, that guy from that show...you know, with that whiney Clare Danes person. Now, look at this:

Apperently, Mr. Leto is portraying Mark David Chapman in a movie about the brutal killing of John Lennon.

I honestly hope this is a fat suit and makeup, and that he isn't going all "Renee Zelleweger" on us. My gawd, can you imagine his diet if he had???

h/t: Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile

P.S. I've read The Catcher in the Rye and maybe I'm missing something, but I just don't get it. That book inspired Chapman to kill? Maybe I should go pull that off my bookshelf and read it again, because it bored the hell out of me the first time I read it.

UPDATE: Today (Friday Jan.20) I read in US Weekly that Jared Leto has, in fact, bulked up for this role by eating a lot of burgers and fries. He has gained this weight, obviously, in his face and torso. He's not going out in public much either.

Browsing

Have I mentioned that I love SiteMeter? I love seeing how people found this place; I get to discover other blogs...and sometimes the weird stuff people Google. I also find out if my in-laws, other family members, and friends are reading this stuff. I think one of the SIL's came around yesterday. Welcome you! Husband also finally came around yesterday, after I told him to. He hadn't seen the new look and he liked it.

Anyway, GEEK ALERT GEEK ALERT. Last night I watched that program on the History channel about the Presidents. (Surprised it wasn't Sith again?) I find that stuff so interesting...but I was also scouring the Al Gore's invention for those aforementioned red shoes, which I found. Under $100 too.

I also slept on the couch last night. Husband has a really bad cold, and the past few nights he's camped out in the living room. Last night he finally had some NyQuil, so I figured he needed some good rest. He told me this morning that I didn't have to do that, that I wasn't the reason he couldn't sleep. I'm so thoughtful, ain't I? Besides, I couldn't sleep, what with looking for shoes and all, and I really did want to watch the History channel.

This post is pretty lame. I'm going to have my coffee and browse Blogaritaville.

Circle the date

My birthday is one month from yesterday, which would make it 2/17.

Circle that date on your calendars in red, and start shopping now!!!

Tee hee...

V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N!

Yeah, I know, it's only January, but I told Husband we should start planning our vacation now. I want to go somewhere that is not Erie, PA! Read: no damn parents or in-laws.

I said to Husband: "Hey, let's go to Florida! That way I could meet all my blog buds down there!"

That would be fun!

Shoe Blogging

Allow me to lapse in a "Carrie Bradshaw Sex and the City" mood here and dish about shoes. Yes, shoes.

Why this topic? Because I'm looking for a pair of dress shoes, a specific style; I saw Nicole Kidman wearing them over the summer...red...with a red dress...and while I've found the exact style, they either aren't available in red, don't come in the size I need, or cost a billion dollars.

I'm just going to say it: I have freakishly wide feet. Well, not that freakish, but if I've got to endure wearing heels I'd prefer to have a wide width, and fashionable shoes do not come in duck size.

And I've got to say it, how much freakin' money did Carrie Bradshaw make to have had all those Manolos? Have you seen how much they cost? One pair would be equal to half my mortgage payment.

On a sneaker note, I did find a pair of Tretorns. White with a red gull wing. I had a pair of Tretorns in college, with pink plaid gull wings, and I loved them. Ah, those rolled up jeans with slouchy socks and my Tretorns. Made for comfortable drinking sprees....

Anyway, back to the dress shoes. I don't need them until August, but I figure I'd start looking now. If only I could go barefoot...at least then I could justify a good pedicure! But I think the folks my husband works with would find my bohemian taste in footwear (or lack of) a bit gross.

They got THIS right!

Your Blog Should Be Red

Your blog is full of intensity and passion. You are very opinionated - and people love or hate you for it. You have the potential to be both a famous and infamous blogger.

h/t: ThirDEE

Wasted Money?

It's nice to know that the numerous bottles of PediaCare that I've stocked up on don't do a damn thing.

I take that back, it does help with the nasal congestion, but now I read that most OTC cough syrups don't help coughing! This infuriates me!

Glenn Beck coming to CNN

Ah, the Communist News Network gets a little conservative. I'm surprised, to say the least.

I have heard Beck's radio program, but I'm not a regular listener. The talk-radio station out of Pittsburgh only plays about an hour and a half of his program, so I may catch some of it while I'm waiting for Paul Harvey.

I'm not a big fan of Beck, but only because I haven't really had the chance to listen. We'll see how long he lasts over at Clinton News...

Name Change - Not Gonna Happen

I decided, after all that debate, not to change my username. I had an offer from my MuNu savior Jim to change my URL and to be quite honest, after making the transition from Blogsnot and all, I'm not in the mood to contact all those places, like Homespun Bloggers, to notify them of the URL change.

So, until I get some gumption, or someone makes those notifications for me, I'm going to remain, as always, GroovyVic.

Book Blogging

I'm reading this book, and it's really good: "Hating America, The New World Sport" by John Gibson. It was published back in 2004, but it's still pretty applicable...and I'm getting a heck of lesson, let me tell you! DAMN THE FRENCH!

And, in an effort to further educate myself and be a good conservative, I joined a book club. A Conservative book club! I just hope I have enough time to read everything.

Note to in-laws and friends: You are most welcome to borrow any of these books. Hey Stewie, are you done with that Rick Santorum book yet???

Anyway, once I start getting all these books, I'll let interested parties know.

Worst Gift Ever!!

What in the hell is the point of this dumbass gift?

Tom should have given Katie a selection of porn DVD's and a vibrator...you know, because she probably won't be getting any nookie from Tommy.

No Golden Globe blogging here

I did not watch the Golden Globes last night. Why? I checked the nominees, and I hadn't seen any of the movies or television shows that were nominated. Believe it or not, we don't get local channels (alphabet networks) on our satellite, and we only get the local NBC channel with the antenna....so basically I know nothing about "Desperate Housewives" or any of those other shows or "actors."

I did, however, watch some of the History Channel's Lincoln. All was well until that damn Lib Gore Vidal showed up. I got online at that point.

Back to the Globes...I heard Pam Anderson had hers on display, and that Mariah Carey's were oozing out of her dress. Oh big woo, what else is new? George Clooney...ugh, gross, asshat!

UPDATE: I hate to admit it, but after reading all the "livesnarking" that was posted last night, I wish I had seen the GG's...and I'm not referring to Drew Barrymore's bouncin' fun bags, either. WTF? My gawd, I hope she didn't run around, she'd give herself a black eye.

Gwyneth Paltrow? Sounds like she's following in that old whore's (Madonna's) footsteps and affecting a crappy accent. Puh-leeze!

Pimp my blog

I would like to thank the visitor from St. Paul, MN for Gizoogling Fiddle Dee Dee.

I needed a good laugh today!

Young Vader

Always when I'm alone

I wasn't going to post today, but after the day I've had I couldn't resist. The day isn't even over yet, but it's been so chock-full o' fun!

Husband is working this weekend, which means it's just me and the younglings. No big deal there. The day was going along smoothly until just after lunch, when we heard "tap tap tap tappity tappity" and couldn't figure out what it was. The wind has been a-blowin' all day, and apparently loosened a piece of siding on the house. I called Husband to report that, and also to ask if there was anything I had to do in case the generator kicked on. (Rural electric is prone to going out in windstorms.) Basically, I would have to do nothing.

Okay, Son and Daughter are both taking naps because they're both sick, so I'm watching Down with Love on A&E. Yes, it's a completely ridiculously idiotic movie, but the delicious Ewan "swooner dreamboat" McGregor is in it, so I put the TV on mute and drooled over that sweet Scottish piece of ass....

...

Oh! Yeah! Okay! So, guess what happens? The generator kicked on...and the electricity hadn't gone out. Damn damn damn. I call Husband again, he has to call me back, but the generator does a weekly test, it seems. Yeah, okay, it scared the poopy out of me, but it eventually shut off and now all is well.

On a side note, after I closed out my ebay account (damn spam e-mails) I shot over to Kos to see what the monkeys are chattering about. Nothing has changed over there, they're still living in that sparkly rainbow world, riding their pink unicorns and singing "Give Peace a Chance." Kumbaya, I guess. *gag*

Anyway...so much for taking the day off from la blog.

Testing, Testing!

Son came home with not one, but TWO tests today. In addition to his spelling test, which he aced, he also took a math unit test! And yes, he did just take a math test the other day! Anyway, he got an A on the math test.

But here's my question: isn't this a bit much for a first grader? This week he had two math tests, a spelling test, a reading test, and a vocabulary test. Tonight he came home with two new stories he has to read in his reading book, new spelling and vocab words, and four pages (front and back) of math homework! It must be an "off" weekend, because he didn't bring home a Ziploc bag full of half a dozen extra books he'd have to have read by Monday.

I am not kidding about any of this either. But he has homework every night of the week, every weekend. The homeschooling mothers in my church can't believe a first grader has homework in the first place.

I'm glad it's a three day weekend for Son, he going to need it, as I played "RoboMom" tonight and told him he's got to rest and do exactly as I tell him if he wants to get rid of this cold. He can rest in between math papers, I suppose.

I just want to tell his teacher to place those math sheets up her posterior.

Talk about sick...

As long as we're on the topic of being sick, remaking Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is just sick and wrong.

Why tamper with something so great to begin with? Why make it a vehicle for asshat duo Asslick and Damon? Is this another excuse for them to showcase their South Boston accents again?

Dammit. This pisses me off. All I have to say is these weiners better not even try to remake anything the Duke was in, or they'll have GroovyVic to deal with!

h/t: Martinis, Persistence, and A Smile

Sick again

Not really sick, but I can feel it creeping up on me. The same thing happened last year at this time. For four days I could feel my body fighting something, and then the day after MLK day, WHAM! Toilet talk!

It's the weather. It will be 60 degrees here today, and tomorrow it will snow. I hate this, I call it "flu weather" but if I really do get sick I'll have to call it "stomach virus weather."

I'm crossing my fingers and hoping Son doesn't pick up what's been going around his class: fever, puking, general grossness. He's only been back to school for two weeks and already he's exhausted, which is why he's not going to any of those birthday parties this weekend. He's going to stay home and rest on this three day weekend.

I guess I'd better stock up on Coca-Cola and yogurt though. You know, flat Coke settles the stomach, and yogurt helps with the unpleasantness below the waist. Fun times in store for the Groovy family!!

"DON'T HIT BROTHER WITH THE POTTY!"

You know how those training potties have a removable cup, right? So one can pour the icky contents into the big toilet when kiddie is done? Okay, so picture this:

Daughter, for whatever reason, likes to play with the aforementioned cup and has been doing so all day. So, about two minutes ago, she and Son are sitting on the floor looking at a book when I hear

"CONK!"

Daughter hit Son in the head with the cup! I hollered "HEY!" while Daughter ran to her room and slammed the door, and Son crawled up on the couch so I could rub his head. Son is fine, but I yelled:

"DON'T HIT BROTHER WITH THE POTTY!" But it was hard to yell, because I was laughing so hard. *snort*

Supper blogging

I'd like to take a moment to pat myself on the back for making an awesome supper last night: baked ziti.

It was so good...wait, stretching here....ouch! My arm! (pat, pat, pat)

Yeah, I did a good job on that. Why am I mentioning it? Because I so rarely feel like cooking anything more than Kraft Mac n' Cheese these days that when I make something good I have to yell about it.

Husband even had seconds, and he complimented my cooking!

It ain't just the Pill!

I've seen this on a couple other blogs out there, and now I've read an article about the Pill being linked to a loss of sex drive.

Yeah, well buddy, there are more reasons than the BC Pill. Try a smelly husband. You know what I mean, that specimen of man who, having a couple days off from work, spends his energies doing those things around the house that need to get done, but doesn't take 10 minutes or so to shower and shave. They then jump into bed with you at night, lookin' for love, and smelling like a barn and scratching you with whiskers. I don't know about you, but that does not melt my butter.

And let's not forget the children, those sweet little results of all that lovin'. Do I really need to to go into the ways they drain any kind of energy from us?

I'd like to take a moment here to salute those mothers who work outside the home. I couldn't do it, really, I could not, and I have nothing but respect for those women who do. I know when my mom got home from work she fell asleep on the couch within an hour of walking in the door...

Folks, I'm not even on the Pill and I have no desire whatsoever for nookie. I love my husband, but please, by the time the younglings have been tucked in I barely have the energy to brush my teeth! And it's hard to feel desirable when I think of myself as a Hefty bag with limbs.

You know what this is, don't you? It's just another thing to blame Bush for. See, he's "in bed" (ha ha) with the big drug companies...somehow, some way this will all be Bush's fault. You wait and see.

Seriously, though, let's not just blame the Pill here.

Math pt. III

Son had a math test today, and he got an A-! He missed one, BUT he got all the "10 more/10 less" problems correct!!!

He was pretty proud of himself today, and I can't blame him. Extra treat for him this weekend!

That's news?

Angelina Jolie is pregnant with Brad ArmPitt's spawn. Oh great, here we go again.

You know what I mean, this pregnancy is going to be treated like it's the first one ever, no other woman has ever had a baby, and we're going to get a blow by blow of Jolie's celebrity packed baby showers where she's given $1000 burp cloths.

And don't forget that emotion packed televised message from her dad, John Voight.

Angelina is so weird, she'll probably view giving birth as some kinky sexual thing and get all turned on by it. Like I said when Britney Spears was preggers, if there is any justice in this world, Angelina will be big as a house, have hemorrhoids, swollen feet, ankles and hands, be generally miserable...and pukey for the first, oh, three or four months.

And I want to see a fat, post-partum Jolie. With dirty hair and zits and big, dark circles under her eyes. Brad Pitt should look suitably crappy as well. These Hollywood bastards should have to be just like the rest of us!

All names have been changed

Yesterday I got an unexpected Classmates.com e-mail, telling me I had a message from Thom McAnn. (If you read this, TM, you'll know why I call you that.) Anyway, it was quite unexpected, but I'm flattered he thought to get in touch with me.

FYI -- TM, you do know that there was no "Pat MacGroyne" in our graduating class, right? I put that there, because I was in a mood one day. I'm also responsible for "Anakin Skywalker" graduating from our high school.

Hey! Thom, you told me I could be in one of your videos! How 'bout it, huh?

Oh, wow, someone could use "Pat MacGroyne" for a screen name...wouldn't that be funny?

Oy, I'm lightheaded, I need something to eat.

This just in...

Heath Ledger's got a bug up his butt (ooohhh, kinky boy) about Mormons and West Virginia.

Do we care? I don't. Remember, this is the same guy who's jealous of Ewan (swooner dreamboat) McGregor. I don't know why I get such a kick out of that, but I do.

You know, Heath Ledger, I did like you in 10 Things I Hate About You, but that's about it, really. You should concentrate on being a father to little Matilda now, instead of becoming just another America hater.

UPDATE: I went back and read the comments from The Superficial post I linked to, and don't mistake my attitude here. I'm not homophobic, one of my dearest friends is gay and I love him to death. I do not, however, really like either Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal as actors. As far as seeing movies with gay sex scenes or stories, HELLO! I did watch Velvet Goldmine with my own swooner dreamboat and YOO HOO! Gay sex scenes! Yes...the man who would be Obi-Wan with the man who would be Batman. But, you see, I like McGregor, and Christian Bale, as actors and so there...

If a blogger changes her username...

...does anyone really care?

So far, I've had votes for my real name, Victoria, and for "Chicktoria." I haven't made up my mind yet, I'm putting it to you, my readers, to help me decide.

On a side note, I got out of Blogsnot just in time. I don't know why, but when I try to post over at Code Red* Women for the Troops (I'm a contributer), I have to do it all in html code, like for italics, changing font color, that kind of stuff. Anyone familiar with Blogsnot knows cute little buttons are provided for just that purpose, but for whatever reason they weren't there for me.

Oh well, it isn't like those codes are hard, and I'm sort of having fun tinkering around with that stuff. It makes me feel like I've still got a brain to use.

Sleepless in Ohio

Remember the last thing I said in my last post yesterday? "I'm goin' to bed!" Well, I had forgotten that a new episode of Dirty Jobs was going to be on last night, so I went to bed around 9:30, right after I watched Mike Rowe work with the marble in Colorado. It was pretty cool.

Anyway, my blissful slumber was cut short when, at 2:45, I heard Daughter wimpering. I fumbled and found my glasses and then stumbled out to the living room to find Daughter huddled on the end of the couch sleeping. I gathered her, her "bwanket," and her four, yes four, beanie baby lovies, and took her back to her bed, where she promptly fell back to sleep.

Then at 6:00 a.m. she was at my bedside. Dammit, I thought, as I moved over and she crawled in beside me. I'd had a hard time falling back to sleep earlier, and I'd had to get up again to take some Tylenol for a pounding headache, and here was Daughter, fidgeting and smelling of overly wet diaper. Daughter managed to relax for about a half hour before she jumped out of my bed.

Okay, I changed her soggy diaper and figured I'd just get the day started. As I'm washing my hands in the kitchen, Son gets up. "Damn it to hell!!!" I said. (I'm not to tactful or nurturing when I'm so feckin' tired.)

My point, and I do have one, is this: Daughter has been doing this stuff for the past month, at least, and I can't figure out why. She isn't sick, we haven't deviated from her bedtime routine...frankly I'm worn out. Daughter, on the other hand, isn't the worse for wear, so should I worry?

Math update

I guess Son had a better day at school today; he had to do the same kind of math problems he had trouble with yesterday, the whole class did, leading me to the assumption that Son wasn't the only one getting stumped. I know, I know, ASS U ME...but I'm already an ass, so there.

Anyway, Teacher sent home a return note (on the bottom of my note, how cheap) and expressed her gratitude for Husband and I helping Son at home. Then she put a big, ole' smiley face on there. Yeah. I threw it away. Apparently my sarcasm didn't translate into the written word. Oh well, I wrote that dumb note at 5:45 this morning, I can't be too sarcastic on one cup of coffee.

Tonight I made up a practice sheet of the "problem problems" for Son, and Husband and I both sat down and helped Son out. He seems to be grasping it now; all it is is "Write the number that is 10 more" and "10 less." Pretty straightforward, but Son tends to over-think this and gets all frustrated. Not to worry, Husband and I calmed him down and worked with him.

Here I sit, tired out of my gourd but smug with satisfaction that I got all the laundry caught up after having blown it off for the last three days. Not a pretty sight, but since I've been up since 4:15 this morning there was no excuse for not doing it.

Yeah, yeah, blah blah blabbbbbbbbbttthhhhpppppptttttttfffff....I'm goin' to bed!

"Bitch-slap you to hell"

Cross posted over at Code Red*Women for the Troops, an excellent article from The Conservative Voice titled "Hey Cindy Sheehan."

Bang! Shooting my mouth off again...

I guess I've really done it this time. No, I haven't annoyed a Liberal again, today's firing of the mouth is directed towards Son's teacher!

They SHOULD be jealous!

See who's jealous of my swooner dreamboat.

They should be!!!

Paranoia will destroy ya

My sister, who knew she was so paranoid??? She came over to read what I'd posted about her daughter's first date, and she e-mails me all like "Oh, no one from her high school will stumble across this, and you don't use real names, thank God."

Oh for crying out loud. I have been drilled and drilled about not giving out too much information by Husband...although I seriously doubt any terrorist cells are going to read this and learn any secrets about the US or OH. I doubt too that I'll get stalked after talking about singing and dancing in Wal-Mart.

But anyways, my sister, whose intials are....HA HA HA HA, got you! Anyway, this is directed towards the women out there. You have your, you know, "lady parts" doctors, and what happens if you need to find a new one? Do you think these Ob/Gyns are just interested in delivering healthy babies instead of, you know, the "lady equipment?" Out-of-business equipment, at least?

Look, I hate going to the gyno, it's something I'd make terrorists go through (really, stirrups and all), and goodness knows I hate having to find a new one, but what do you all take into consideration when YOU look for one?

I know, odd question, but for some odd reason my sister thought I should blog about that. Huh?

Singing and Shopping

Shopping and Singing! Singing and Shopping!!

Sorry, too much Carl Wheezer from Jimmy Neutron.

Anyway, fix this image in your mind for the day: me, pushing Daughter around in the cart at Wal-Mart, singing "I Think I Love You" by the Partridge Family at the top of my lungs.

"I think I love you! So what am I so afraid of?"

And dancing, don't forget the dancing.

This ditty was quickly followed up by "Islands in the Stream" by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. Look out!

Talk about a floor show!! The next time you're at a Mart and you hear some dopey woman singing off-key, look closely, it just may be me!

"Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair"

Via David Drake: Al Gore bought a condo in San Francisco.

Is he going to attempt a run for Governor? Is he going to start another counter culture thing? Looking for Tony Bennett's heart?

You be the judge.

Sonofa...!!!

Dammit, dammit, dammit....the price of a feckin' stamp went up two cents yesterday....and I've got birthday cards to mail out to my mother today.

Rickin' rackin' frickin' frackin'...sonofabitch!

Should I or Shouldn't I?

All the things going on in this world and what am I worried about? Changing my user name. Let's face it, "GroovyVic" is kind of lame, especially for a woman my age (do not ask), and it makes me sound all hippie/love/hippie/dorkified if you know what I mean.

So I ask you, the three people who read this (tee hee), what do you think? I was thinking about just using my name (Victoria), because the nicknames I have are just as silly as GroovyVic: Chick, Chicktoria, Mommy. That last one isn't really a nickname, I guess, more like a title....the kids can't call me "Your Majesty?"

Allergy Google-ing

Son has had a stuffy nose for weeks, and on a chance I got him some OTC allergy medicine. He said it helps, so I Googled "winter allergies children" this morning. Well, if kids can be allegic to dust, we've certainly got it.

I know, I know, I should take Son in to see the doc, but if the allergy stuff is helping him...

Distorted?

Here's Jerry Falwell's opinion of "Hollywood's Distorted Look at God."

He focuses on, you guessed it, The Book of Daniel, and ER.

Here's my question, Jer, do you know how hard it is to live a Christian life? Do you really understand how hard it is to go day to day living by the Bible when all around us are people who are only too willing to take the Bible and prayer away from us? People who roll their eyes at our wanting Christ to remain in Christmas?

Maybe I'm wrong here, but I've never liked it when someone pushed their religion on me, whether that be Christianity, Muslim, tree hugging, what ever. It's my decision to make, no one else's. Maybe I'm not the Christian I should be, or at least I'm not up to Falwell's standards.

I guess I'm the crazy one here for actually liking that Daniel show. I stopped watching ER a couple years ago when they started getting all preachy about Iraq.

Hollywood does have a distorted view of God. It seems to me that those out there just follow what ever is "cool" that week...look at how many of those celebs are getting into Kabalah! (BTW, I read a blog interview with a Jewish blogger who wants Madonna to leave his religion alone.) I wonder what would happen if, say, um...Ashton Kutcher suddenly started reading the Bible, going to a Methodist church, proclaiming his faith...would Hollywood then think Christianity was "cool?" President Bush does all that, and he just gets bashed all the more.

I'm going to just stop right here, because look, I've never really flaunted my religious beliefs here, and I'm not going to start now. Perhaps what I watch on TV is as personal a choice as my spiritual beliefs!

Now I'm going to get ready to go to church...let's all hope lightning doesn't strike me down.

I have no intention...

...of seeing Brokeback Mountain. Will I be branded as anti-gay too?

h/t: LMC at The LlamaButchers

Assorted Nuts

I'm showing some Linky Love for Martinis, Peristence, and a Smile today, because there have been some pretty good tidbits on there lately.

First, Ben Asslick had forgotten his wallet when he went out to buy diapers for baby Violet, and wound up having to kiss a fan who offered to pay for said diapers.

Now, folks, it isn't like the Garner-Afflecks are hurting for money, have they ever heard of stocking up on that sort of stuff? Do I have to start sending them diaper coupons? Babies don't stop poopin' just because you have no Pampers!

As was stated, and linked to, the other day, the Cruise-Holmes marriage looks doubtful. My guess is that Katie's parents have been getting to her, making her really think and question this whole "relationship" with Cruise. But can't you just imagine the conversation over dinner at the Toledo home of the Holmes family?

"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes, you do not know marriage and childbirth. I do. I've read the research. You're glib!"

*snort*

Jennifer Aniston, caught up in the spirit and goodwill of the Christmas season, placed a call to ex-hubby Brad ArmPitt...and got Angelina instead. That Jennifer Aniston...glutton for punishment???

I'm not saying Angelina Jolie isn't hot and all, but she must be a real pistol in the sack if she got Pitt away from Jen. Is it me, or does Pitt seem totally whipped?

Nick Lachey liked to wear Jessica Simpson's shoes. And he likes to cry. And talk dirty. Picture this, if you will: Nick Lachey teetering toward you in a pair of Manolo Blahniks, tears streaming down his face, uttering "You dirty whore, who's your daddy? Yeah, you know you want it, you filthy bitch."

Oh dear, that my tender, innocent fingers could have typed such filth. How do I know that stuff??? *snort*

"The Book of Daniel"

Did anyone else watch that last night? I tuned in, only because of all the hype I read about on Google News.

Essentially, it's about an Episcopalian priest, who's got a Vicodin problem, and his family, which includes a gay son, an adopted Asian son, a drug dealing daughter who's into Anime, an alcoholic wife, a pot smoking housekeeper, a mother with Alzheimers, and a father who's the bishop, and a lesbian sister-in-law.

And, oh yeah, Daniel has conversations with Jesus.

Whew!

I admit it, I liked it! After two hours last night, I came away thinking that some of us can be pretty two-faced when it comes to our spirituality...in that we go to church on Sunday and are all nice, but the other six days we're gossiping, stealing, lying, bigoted. And I also took away that just because a man has answered a call to the church, that doesn't make him any less human than the rest of us.

And the conversations with Jesus were great, I thought, because Jesus actually says things like "I used to talk to him, but he stopped listening," and "You know it doesn't work like that" when Daniel asked Jesus to help his ailing mother.

Was it Liberal? I don't know, I wasn't looking into the politics of the whole thing. They did make a fleeting mention, however, of the gay bishop, and that was only because the priest was talking to his gay son. I just looked at the show as a drama, a story, nothing more. Does it make a mockery of relgion? Only when Daniel is on the pulpit high on Vicodin. Homosexuality wasn't glorified, only mentioned because it was essential to the plot.

I guess the reason I liked it so much was because of something the Pastor of my church said a few weeks ago, about being a regular person like everyone else. He's certainly had his life experiences, and he's proof that forgiveness is possible...but I won't go into that here.

What did bother me, though, was all those damn "music video" commercial spots for the upcoming Olympics and those "Earl" commercials.

My mind is blank

Some of you will have read the title of this post and said "What else is new?"

Well, I haven't been in a very "bloggy" place today. I'm at a loss, really, for something to post about, so I just didn't post...until now, that is.

I am finding myself suffering from Nickelodeon burn-out; I swear to the heavens that if I see one more Drake & Josh commercial I'll go smack those two smarmy goobers right in the face. And just what in the name of sandwich meat is Lazytown all about anyway? Hello? Nickelodeon? Can you STOP with the Kidz Bop and Worship Jamz commercials already???

Yeah, I know, these programs are not geared toward a 35 year old mother, but this mother has to sit through them, and quite frankly my brain is all the mushier for it.

Blame Game

So Lindsey Lohan has an interview in the latest edition of Vanity Fair. Given the kind of magazine it is, you know, rabidly anti-Bush, I frankly wouldn't be surprised if she blamed President Bush for her bulimia and drug use. And her lousy choice of hair color. And all those freckles she has. And the demise of her relationship with Wilmer Valderamalamadingdong.

I mean, come on, it's so en vogue for Bush to be blamed for everything that comes down the pike...

Pretty Damn Scary

This is Bill Ayers's mugshot from 1968. He's a former member of the WeatherUnderground...you know, terrorists from the swingin' sixties. He's now a Distinguished Professor of Education at University of Illinois Chicago.

Read Donna Ron's memories of this terrorist.

The scary thing is that this asshat Ayers is in Education, and apparently well respected. Well, that says a hell of a lot about the Left in this country. Murderers are heroes to be praised, it seems.

h/t: Ace

Ah-Ha!

I knew all that kissing and jumping up and down on top of Oprah was too good to be true!

Oh, wait, Cruise didn't actually jump on top of Oprah...he did that to Katie. Wait...wasn't that pregnancy via turkey baster? I can't keep that space alien stuff straight anymore.

Read it here! Trouble in Paradise???

Etiquette Question

What's the rule about gift giving for a kid's party? I know that if one is invited to a wedding and they can't go they should still send a gift. But what about a kid's party?

Son got invited to two parties (on the same weekend, one on each day) and we're not going to go to the Saturday party. I will RSVP, it would be rude not to, but should I send something? A card with $5? Or should I just RSVP and not bother?

I hate parties that pop up right after Christmas. I'm all gifted out!

I couldn't sleep at all last night

So I watched some TV, Sex and the City on TBS to be exact. I'm glad I invested in all the SATC DVD's because all the good stuff gets edited out for TBS! It makes the story hard to follow!

When I got bored with that I channel surfed. Sith is on Pay-Per-View now, and GEEK ALERT GEEK ALERT I would watch those free first five minutes every half hour. Well....I did get to see my Swooner Dreamboat.

I just couldn't sleep, and I blame the coffee I had after dinner.

"Err on the side of caution"

David Drake shares his thoughts about the WV mining accident, and concentrates on the PR handling of this tragedy.

After hearing more and more about this via the blogosphere and the local news (WV is right next door and we have coal mining here in OH) I agree with David on this one. There are a lot of residents here in the Valley who are upset about this, even a former coal miner said nothing should have been given to the media until all the facts were known.

My prayers go out to those families. I can't begin to imagine their pain and anger.

Padme gets a haircut

I found this via my blog bud Gary; it's a bit long, but worth the read!

Read The Road Warrior's review of V for Vendetta.

It sounds like it's based on the writings of the Daily Kossacks and those other Moonbat blogs instead of some graphic novel.

In the groove

Son went back to school yesterday, Husband went back to work today. I'm trying to get back in my groove as far as housework goes. I'm a nut, but I always feel guilty revving up the vacuum cleaner when Husband is home.

So, here I am in the wee, small hours, with my coffee and laptop, perusing news stories and blogs...my usual weekday morning habit. I'm not happy with the news out of West Virginia about the miners, but when I heard "carbon monoxide" I didn't hold out much hope.

I saw a commercial for Jim Petro for Governor last night. I'm doing my homework on him.

Oddly enough, my weekly e-mail from ParentCenter has a link to an article about cleaning an uncircumcised penis. I didn't read it...

I should call my mother this morning...for that heaping helping of guilt she likes to force feed me. Ugh.

I read somewhere yesterday that Patrick Swayze wants to put out a rap song or somesuch. When I think of him, two things come to mind. "Ga-gong, ga-gong" from Dirty Dancing, and "Be deliberate" from North and South. Is that what he's going to rap about? She's like the wind, indeed.

I hear Daughter crying, so I must run!

"I have a bad feeling about this!"

After having sat through the Star Wars saga, I can only say that George Lucas must love that line, because it pops up in every single film.

What an incredible smell you've discovered!

Day Three...

...of our Star Wars movie marathon. It took so long because we watched The Clone Wars between episodes 2 and 3, and there comes a time when even I need a break.

I'm a big geek; I still cry when I watch Episode 3! I can't help it!

The force is definitely with the Groovy family this weekend.

Random Ewan McGregor picture post

What a way to start the New Year!!

Blog Spam

What bastard is putting spam on this blog?

BASTARDS!!!

This. Is too much.

Whilst paging through Health magazine this morning I came across this tidbit:

"Some activists just go too far. A group calling itself MGMbill.org (MGM stands for male genital mutilation) claims circumcision violates international human-rights laws, and has lobbied the United Nations and United States to outlaw it. Research suggests that circumcision, an important ritual in Judaism, reduces the likelihood of urinary tract infections and sexually transmitted diseases. Let's leave this personal decision to the parents, not activists."

Which is precisely why I left the decision to Husband when our son was born. Husband did not hesitate to say he wanted his son circumcised, and I didn't question him, being that he's had more experience, you know, having a penis and all.

I know about female genital mutilation, and YES, that has to stop, but male circumcisions? What in the world would the UN tell the Jewish population?

Let me be honest here and say that when I sent Son off to get his circy I felt tremendous guilt. I know how it's done, I'm not that stupid, but I also knew that NOT having it done would be more trouble for him, health-wise, down the road. I also knew that not having it done would mean a lot of ridicule in the high school locker room.

Vanity? No, as I see it, health, and as for the Jews in this world, a centuries old tradition. This should be, as it always has been, the decision of the parents. Later down the road, that boy who isn't circumcised should be able to make that decision for himself as well.

Happy New Year!

It's Sunday, January 1, and I'm so tired I can't stand it. Why am I so tired? Because Husband and I stayed up until midnight and anymore that's past my bedtime. We did ring in the new year with some sparkling Niagara wine, which was really good, and we laughed about the people in Times Square being interviewed by the Fox News Channel people.

I don't have a hangover, which is good, I'm just really tired, soooooo...we're not going to church today....bad! Bad!

Oh well, I would really just like to sit here with my coffee and stare out the window.